Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'd say murder me, but it'd turn into a whole big thing and it's not even Friday. What a pain.

[nightcure]

Yeah, and I wouldn't do it even if you begged me to.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Come onnnn, it'd be easy. I'm great at dying. ...Oh, but you'd get caught for it. Fuck it, never mind.

[nightcure]

Sorry, no dice. I'd be breaking my word, anyway.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Your word?

[nightcure]

That I'd look after you guys.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

And if I don't want you to?

[nightcure]

Then I'll just have to be sneaky.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Ugh. You're a really hard guy to hate, you know that?

[nightcure]

What, were you trying to?

[misanthropicprinciple]

Kinda. Blanket hate. Nothing personal, I just want to set this place and everyone in it on fire, except for, like. Church. And Max, and Arianna. Shit, and Touko. God dammit, that's too many people.