EG: < HoW about We try your head Meeting the floor? > SC: Oh, ouch. SC: Your lack of tact has done enough damage as it is. EG: < Ok. > EG: < That Was a pretty good roast > EG: < ngl > SC: At least we have now met some sort of common ground.
Llarea: < Why? > Llarea: < I’ve barely done any good pestering, hoW aM I supposed to get My helpful guide Mood on with you alWays killin it > ??: He reminds you who agreed to sharing HIS la>oto>o with you Llarea: < Your point B/ ? > Llarea: < And can you quit it With your 3rd person rp quirk > ??: He doesn’t want to, now that you’^e been rude to him. ??: Maybe if you asked nicely he’ll change his mind. Llarea: < Pamile > Pamile: Yes? That is indeed his name. Llarea: < Pamile. > Pamile: He has heard his name yet again. Llarea: < Ugh, you’re lucky you’re cute rusty > Llarea: < Can you puh-lease stop with the roleplay talk? > Pamile: I asked you not to says those kind of words anymore. Pamile: It’s insensiti^e. Llarea: < Hmph > Llarea: < Just a slip of the tongue is all. > Llarea: < (Or Map) > Pamile: I heard that. Pamile: The hemos>oectrum is gone, get o^er it. Llarea: < Doesn’t change that red blood that pumps in your veins now does it B? > Pamile: Hmph. Pamile: At least I abstain from shoehorning blood jabs into e^ery con^ersation I ha^e with anyone below blue. Pamile: It’s been getting old. Llarea: < DaMn. I’m hurt. > Pamile: Good, maybe you’ll finally learn something. Pamile: Like how I’^e learned to tolerate you since the start of the game. Llarea: < Hrmmm… > Pamile: Is there something you want to say? Llarea: < Ugh. Fine. > Llarea: < I’M sorry for callin you blood slurs B( > Llarea: < Years of highblood conditioning still got Me by the shout tunnel > Pamile: I know. Pamile: But you still need to try. Llarea: < Yeah I got that > Pamile: Also I still need my com>outer back. Llarea: < But I’m busy! > Llarea: < As you can see I’ve filtered out a nice Wall of text > Pamile: As impressed as I’m not, I still need it. Llarea: < Why do you need it so badly? > Pamile: … No reason.
Llarea: < Wait… > Llarea: < He knoWs, doesn’t he? > Llarea: < Ugh, I’M sure WhateVer he saW isn’t that bad B/ > Llarea: < He’s overreacting. > Pamile: You’re >outting us in danger if we’re com>oromised! Pamile: Actions ha^e consequences Llarea: < I Wasn’t going to reveal anything tooo bad if the huMan won > Llarea: < Which is very unlikely. > Pamile: Therou told e^eryone not to tell them about us yet! Llarea: < And I find that to be coMplete BS > Llarea: < Being ordered around is not soMething I find enjoyable > Pamile: He’s in charge because he knows what he’s doing. Pamile: We’^e made contact with the aliens because of him, and we have a second chance because of him. Llarea: < You saying that you trust him completely? Bit biased since you’re moirails ain’t it? > Pamile: We don’t really ha^e of a choice. Pamile: We don’t ha^e anything. We lost. Pamile: He just wants us to sur^i^e. Llarea: <...> Llarea: < I’m gonna give the alien the bad news. > Pamile: ... Llarea: < After one more riddle. > Pamile: >:V Llarea: < Don’t give me that look I needa hold My end of the bargain. >
EG: < Bad neWs Masky I gotta go > EG: < The cops are shuttin Me doWn > EG: < But before that I’ll leave you With the last riddle > EG: < I’ll still hold My end if you Win > EG: < “I aM What keeps you grounded. Without Me ships are lead astray, and even in the Minds of people I do the saMe. I aM a Metaphor and an object, but My Meaning is consistent. What aM I?” >
Llarea: < Here you go, oh high ruling authority regulator > Pamile: ...
At least you’re still getting somewhere with her. Weeks ago she would have snapped at you like a caged woof beast.
Pamile: You always send me to deal with Llarea and I know you’re doing it on >our>oose. Pamile: For something sus>oicious... ??: Hey now, we bo7h know she doesn’t deserve you. ??: Besides 7h@7, she only ever lis7ens 7o you. ??: No foul pl@y involved. Pamile: Now that’s some BS Therou! Pamile: (E^eryone ^ocal you are about highbloods) Therou: Yeah, i’ve been pre77y obvious @bou7 i7. Therou: 7hey deserve @ll 7he shi7 7hey’ve spi7 @7 us righ7 b@ck. Therou: I he@rd some of 7he 7hings you bo7h s@id, she h@rdly 7hinks @ny be77ter of us comp@red 7o before. Pamile: That’s not true, she a>oologized this time. Pamile: I know she meant it. Pamile: E^en if talking to her can be insufferable, I still think she can change. Therou: However @dmir@bly self des7ruc7ive befriending everyone m@y be. Therou: I’ll 7@ke your word for i7. Therou: For now. Therou: Bu7 you h@ve 7o unders7@nd 7h@7 your commi7men7 7o your @spec7 does no7 h@ve 7o go so f@r. Therou: I worry @bou7 your @n7ics @s much @s i7 is. Pamile: >oretty rich coming from the guy in his god tier outfit. Therou: Hey! You m@de me we@r 7his. Pamile: I know. Pamile: That’s what you get for being a stale grubloaf :^) Therou: / Pamile: Therou: Pamile: Oh, what should I do with this? Therou: 7he usu@l. Your hum@n will be en7ering in @ few momen7s. Therou: Le7’s go check in wi7h 7he o7hers while Ll@re@ s7ews. Pamile: She isn’t gonna be mad at me, right? Therou: Ques7ion@ble. Pamile: Hey! Therou: )
In the few moments that were unseen, you have had the equivalent of a heart attack after switching browsers to find Detective almost murdered by a meteor.
You are quite literally on the cusp of having one. The overwhelming exposure to danger is beginning to become to much. And yet. Something feels off. As though you are about to undergo an extreme change in your life that you can never come back from. Ever again.
What have we here?
Oh. This is ridiculous. You are sure you paid for the full game.