Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

And I haven't even told you about the Reds.

[scourgingstars]

Don't tell me it gets worse than that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm pretty sure Sarge has been in the army as long as he's been alive, which could be any time between the last fifty years and the American Revolution. [A beat.] That's about 800 years ago. Joke in poor taste! I know. He uh. Has a habit of threatening his team, and his plans tend to be insanely convoluted.

Simmons is an ass-kissing sycophant of the highest of orders. He's a smart dude and a smartass, and yet he just lets Sarge do his thing. I think there's daddy issues there. Grif's lazy. ...That's it, really; he wants to sleep all day, and when he's not sleeping, he's eating, and effort is the last thing you'll ever get him to exert.

Donut is the innuendo-flinging double-entendre-saying happy-go-lucky guy in pink armor he insists is "lightish red". I like him, actually. I just can't...ever tell if he's saying shit on purpose or actually that clueless. He had a fucking spaceship drop on him, now that I think about it. And got a grenade to the face thanks to Tex. I...have no idea how he's still alive at this point. And Lopez is their worker mechanic robot that they accidentally shorted so it only speaks Spanish.

Nobody in the whole fucking canyon speaks Spanish.

[scourgingstars]

...

I know that I said the efforts of even the smallest battalion in the middle of nowhere make a difference, but...how exactly do any of you function?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Very poorly and with a lot of yelling.

[scourgingstars]

That at least explains why you're so unnecessarily loud.