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| Deleted User | Apr 28 2008, 02:48 PM Post #1 |
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Youichiro lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He blinked and rolled over onto his side because the barrenness of the white ceiling only reminded him of his own present lazyness. Part of him screamed...begged for him to get up and train. It promised that if Youichiro were to just initiate his training it would be easier and feel natural to him. However, a stronger, bolder part of him suggested that he roll over, turning his shoulder to his little problem, written in bareness on the ceiling, and look at the wall instead--at least the wall had a door. Doors meant potential. New beginnings. He would have remained on his bed for hours were it not for a sudden knock at the door. "Come in," he said. The door knob rattled but the portal remained shut. Youichiro sighed. For a moment he had forgotten where he was. In Hell doors were few, locks were fewer. Youichiro liked that about Hell, although, when he gave it more thought he realized that while he liked that about Hell he did not like that about AHS. There was not a need for locks in Hell. Modesty did not exist. So was not the case in this world, and that was the reason why Youichiro had the door to his dorm room locked. However, for that one moment he had forgotten where he was. For a moment his mind returned to Hell. He experienced a sympton of homesickness, and it sucked. Reluctantly he swung his legs off of the mattress, so they touched the floor, and then from there, he lifted his upper body off as well. The entire lengthy process warranted another knock on the door. Youichiro did not utter words to reassure his guest that he would soon be at the door. He saw no need to engage with this person, who has yet not announced himself/herself. Apparently, Youichiro took longer to reach the door than he intended, because when he opened it knuckles rapped three times on his forhead. No apology was offered for this assault. More importantly, Youichiro was stunned by the chill of the knuckles. They left an icy impression on his brow. "Hey, careful," he scoleded his vistor as he rubbed his forehead tenderly. He was about to say more but was muted by the imposing action of shoving a a clipboard under Youichiro's chin. "Hm?" He hummed, eyeing the paper held onto the board. "A delivery for me--" He was handed a pen. Youichiro took it, and only then looked into the eyes of his visitor. They were green and glazed over. The man's body was an icy blue, except for islands of green skin. He smellled like rotting flesh. Youichiro eyed the man suspiciously, unsure what to make of him...after all this was Anime high School. Equally odd, the man was dressed in the suit of a delivery man. Was even this normal for AHS. To what degree were students suppose to suspend their disbelief here? However, when he took the pen it was as cold as the man's knuckles. It seemed to suck the heat from Youichiro's fingers, making it difficult to write his name. The zombie delivery man mechanically took back the clipboard and pen in a singal rude motion with one hand. With his other hand he extended to Youichiro a small, limp creature. Youichiro took it, squeezing his hand gently around the course fabric that comprised the entirety of its skin. The doll was not made with a human likeness in mind. Its head was unusually round, while two small horns extended from its forhead, and small batwings from its back. Youichiro doubted that if this creature were alive it would actually be able to support itself in the air with thos apendages. Stitches decorated the torso and face, clearly it had been well used. "What is this?" But when Youichiro looked up, the threshold of his door was empty. Even when he peeked into the hall, he did not see traces of the apparent zombie. With a dismissive shrug he turned back into his dorm. However, he placed the doll on his bed with considerable more care then one would usually use when placing a toy. He rolled it over in his hands, searching for a note or something, but there was none. A present from Hell... He wondered. They have never given me anything before. He, however, disregarded his suspicions for the time being and gave the new doll an appreciative squeeze. He remained seated on his bed, staring down at the doll, wondering about it. In his reverie, which transported him back to Hell for a moment, he neglected to close his door. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 29 2008, 01:39 PM Post #2 |
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Give a little whistle... That poor cricket, constantly mocked in situational overtones like the man currently limping down the hall. Though he had been tempted to whistle the Kill Bill theme, the AHS dorms were known to produce fan girls (and worse yet, fanboys) dressed in full yellow biker suits with their own Hattori Hanzo blades. Worse yet were the people who came out in nurse costumes. Yep, the nerd club of AHS should do alright, but that was not why Crimson was walking down the hall. A Thieves Guild needed elements of everything. With Tiras under his belt Crimson had the cover secured and a situational handy right hand man. With the wolf girl he had a talented acrobat with a hidden ability that could prove to be a fantastic distraction. The cat burglar's file stated that he was something of a computer genius, something that the Humble Man lacked any knowledge over. Now it was time for the muscle. Frankly, for a thief who could not fight, it seemed that Jack wanted to make sure quite a few in the guild could. This candidate was one of those examples. A regular human with martial arts training to insane levels, and the ability to output 500 lbs of pressure from his hands. Crimson normally would not have considered this man a candidate, but his inner thief had gone so far as to leave notes about what to say. Well that's inviting... If only Tiras had done the same... Even if Youichiro had locked his door, Crimson had a key to get in. Humble Jack had made copies of all candidates door keys who lived in the dorms, making it incredibly easy yet slightly dangerous to meet with them. He paused in his walk at the door to ponder about opening up to the 'young' man who would be somewhere in this room. Carefully, seeing as he can probably kill me in over 200 ways with his ring finger Well, rather than just waltz in, he would knock this time. His hand hit the door two times as he poked his head in to have a look around. As usual Crimson was dressed for business, wearing a 50% gray suit, black shirt and gold tie. His golden brown hair had been gelled and neatly parted from the right, and a slight smile bolstered the look of confidence in his green eyes. "Hiya hello?" Youichiro was right there in the room alright, just like the profile described him. Currently he seemed to be having a staring competition with ugly inanimate objects. Well, there were worse things he could have been doing when Crimson walked in... "Hey, you're Youichiro right? I'm Crimson Sai'hoto, student to student guidance councilor." Yes. Crimson the guidance councilor. That part was not a lie in his own mind. He was a student at AHS, and frankly he was about to give Youichiro some guidance. "Would you mind if I come in and talk to you about some extra curricular opportunities?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 29 2008, 04:22 PM Post #3 |
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Only when he heard a voice in his dorm room did Youichiro realize his neglectfulness. Without even looking up he felt his face turn slightly red for being caught, seemingly playing with a doll. It took him about a second to restore his face to its previously cool expression before he set the doll next to him on the mattress. He glanced away from it as if trying to distance himself from it inorder to do away with any notions of immaturity his visitor might have. He looked up, almost expecting to see another zombie, and was pleasently relieved when the man before him was quite the opposite. With well tanned skin, and an apparently warm personality Youichiro was sure that this man was alive. He nodded slowly, working up saliva in his mouth, which in the last couple minutes had become extremely dry. "Yeah, that's me." After this Crimson person introduced himself fully, Youichiro was glad that this was not a random social visit. This reassured him enough to overcome his embarrasment at being caught with the doll and hop off of his bed. "Yes, come in." With a wave off his hand he wordlessly offered Crimson a chair on the side of the room. "I'm sorry," he said unassumingly. "I didn't know the school had a student to student guidance program." He shrugged, letting the issue go. "So, extrracurricular activities, huh?" Youichiro remained standing. "Isn't this school unique enough? Must we still seak to enhance our highschool experiences?" Youichiro spoke softly, looking past Crimson to the still open door. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 30 2008, 12:34 AM Post #4 |
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Oh Shiii- That had been the first thought when Youichiro stated that he did not know about the school's guidance counseling program. Then again, if the boy had felt threatened by him, he would not have invited him in. So far, so good. Crimson began limping into the room as the boy continued in almost a complaining type of tone. Though it sounded lazy, it was also down right accurate. Plenty of odd things went on at AHS. Extra curricular activity was normally what people seemed to graduate on. Only after this new principle had the AHS ideas and goals been altered for better or worse. Rather than move on from the point, Crimson felt it would be better to accurately explain what the meanings of the activities were. "Well, you are right in a sense of the past. AHS did not have a student to student guidance council program. Between the new principle, new classes, and new clubs that are forming, a few of us thought it might be a good idea. As for extra curricular activities, the school wanted more students to become involved with regular extra stuff, things like metal shop or a debate team. I'm going to be frank though, I'm not going to recommend you for one of those." That was most definitely not a lie, the school did want students to start acting more like students than global heroes. Problem was, the world needed heroes, villains and everything in between. To Crimson, it seemed silly to make an attempt at removing the source of entertainment and perpetuation of human destiny. With that statement made he cracked open a file in his hand that was not holding on to the cane. "Unfortunately Youichiro, you haven't been that active in anything since your arrival here from hell. There are little to no records in the archives of you socializing, disrupting, or especially fighting." Crimson's green eyes looked up at him, and that happy smile decreased slightly. "It's as if you've been waiting for something to come your way, something to fight for in fact. Now, with the school archives data over your combat training, I would think you would be out there night and day either fighting for or against injustice. Yet here we are, in your dorm." He gave pause to that, mostly because Crimson wanted that point to sit in with Youichiro. Half the sale of convincing someone they needed what you had was in fact to convince them they had already been aware of this need. Noting his lack of 'extra curricular participation' certainly demonstrated that. "I'm not here to drag you down to some nerd forum or sign you up for medical training. You aren't out all over the map not because of a lack of talent so much a lack of application. I mean, even if you fight the bad guys, who stops them from coming back, or new ones from sprouting up? Whether subconsciously or consciously your mind is capable of recognizing that black and white lines in the sand don't work. The world and you both need the same thing, balance." Saying these things was of course gimicky and probably been said by thousands of people millions of times. And why was it repeated? Because it worked. An stagnant person needed inspiration to become more, and frankly Crimson felt this whole situation with Youichiro and his staring constant with the ugly doll had been stagnant. If Youichiro could be inspired to believe that his help would give the world a push in the right (or wrong) direction, then he would be inspired to help. Between fighting and helping The Humble Man, Youichiro could make the world a very different place. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 30 2008, 07:19 PM Post #5 |
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Youichiro rested his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together as if praying. However, his expression was not meditative. His gaze was neutral, but intense as he listened to Crimson. When the man spoke, Youichiro looked past him, intent on the door. Everything about him was calm and unwavering. The only minor disturbances in his posture were slight, occasional nods that indicated Youichiro was listening. Even when he nodded, however, he did not grant Crimson even the slightest glance. "I'm going to be frank though, I'm not going to recommend you for one of those." "Hm?" It was a low hum, a typical sign that Youichiro's interest was peaked. In this case, the soft tone was accompanied with a flick of Youichiro's eyes towards Crimson. His visitor had become the center of his focus. Despite Crimson's previous exuse in regards to Youichiro's own doubts earlier, Youichiro's suspicions had not been absolved. Not only that, but now they had been reinforced. This man, who claimed he represented the school, who called himself "Crimson", spent a minute in explination. A minute that could have been condensed into 15 seconds were he to ommit all the information about what other students were doing. Apparently he had no intention to persuade Youichiro to do any of those things. In essence, he was toying with Youichiro and it made Youichiro wary, but curious. He listened to further explination. His face immediatley stretched into one of shock when Crimson mentioned Hell. Apparently the school's files were better than he thought, and this revalation disturbed him slightly. Quickly his face sprung back to its neutral position. As he continued to listen he was shocked at what Crimson said. To an eextent he was absolutley right. But how did he know so much? Youichiro forced himself to remember that Crimson was merely toying with him....but maybe, for Youichiro, it was worth playing his game--for a little bit. "So, I'm that easy to read, huh? Am I really that run of the mill?" He sighed. "But, in any case, Mr. Crimson, what are you going to recommend me for?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 30 2008, 10:07 PM Post #6 |
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The whole eye contact thing was a bit startling. Yes, he had his evil monologue going all according to plan, but by God when a man who's trained in the martial arts for 50 years in hell looks up at you... part of the brain cannot help but be unnerved. However, to give into becoming unnerved would be to quit, and Crimson would not have that. He played to the end, and further more played to loose. Other souls might have gotten more subtle from that stare down, or perhaps apologized and left immediately. Crimson would press on just as hard as ever. Though, what the boy said did manage to startle him, it was not in the usual way. In fact a chuckle escaped him. His hand closed the file as if to answer, and then lifted a finger as if asking for a pause because he could not stop chuckling. "No.. No... No..." He finally managed to break the giggles, "Run of the mill would be that you were just out there thinking yourself as Paladin or Anti Christ. What you have is potential, and forgive me if this sounds off... but I'm going to recommend that you join the Culinary Club I founded." Upon saying that, he lifted up the folder to show it to Youichiro. It really did have all the information Crimson claimed it did, but when it was flipped to its backside, a message in Sharpie marker had been scrawled out. THIEVES GUILD, CHANGE THE WORLD BY ALTERING THE WHO OWNS POWER. PROBABLY LOTS OF FIGHTING INVOLVED. GOOD PAY AND BENEFITS. DO NOT SPEAK A WORD ABOUT THE GUILD, YOUR ROOM IS WIRED. He let that message stick out for three seconds before flipping the folder back open to show just how wired Youichiro's room was. Lists of which type of microphones along with times of highest noise activities and any suspicious things said were on the logs. The file really did know who Youichiro interacted with, what his history was and everything. By Japanese Law cameras could not be placed in the dormitory rooms due to privacy rights, but all else was golden in their book on keeping watch over blossoming meta humans and other dangerous individuals. "Sorry for the big long speech Youichiro, but I think we could really benefit each other in this situation, don't you?" His sly grin was gone, for this was simple matters of business. Time to play ball. |
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| Deleted User | May 1 2008, 02:38 PM Post #7 |
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Youichiro stared directly at Crimson for the entirety of that brief silent period. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing his visitor, almost trying to see if he would sweat, but he did not. When he acknowledged that Crimson was fully composed, his gaze softened. He was prepared to reiterate his question, but before he could, Crimson spoke. For a moment Youichiro's brow tightened in a mix of shock and curiosity, only hindered by his determination to give up ground. He spoke in an even whisper, "Cullinary Club--" he wanted to say more, but the sound seemed to practically evaporate in his throat and escape through his nose and mouth in the form of a grunt. The folder that Crimson offered Youichiro now held the boys attention. It was the reason he only managed to articulate the name of the club and nothing more. He took the folder delicatley in his hand and looked it over. He looked through all of the information with narrowed eyes like he had previously looked at Crimson. When he turned over the folder to find writing, his face tightened again. He alotted himself far more time to read the words, than it actually took to read the words. Not letting his face register any signifigant emtion, he closed the folder, tapping it on the table to ensure that all of the papers remained confined in it. Setting it down, he slid it back towards Crimson. "I'm sorry," he said, his features relaxed again. "But I never really saw myself as a...as a cook." Interestingly enough, despite his words, he only slid the folder half way across the table, as if some small part of his mind prevented him from fully letting go of the idea. |
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| Deleted User | May 5 2008, 12:28 PM Post #8 |
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Shocking people was just fun. Sometimes it was also dangerous, but that was the fun of the game right? Youichiro's face was absolutely priceless, Crimson's mind took a short term memory photo just to cherish that look on a nightly basis. That's right kung fu master, you just got handed the curve ball. How you gonna recover? Though Youichiro had shown no emotion, he had gotten visibly tense. Tense meant suspense in Crimson's book. The suited teen's smile came back in full force across his face just to show that at least one person in the room was having fun. Alas though, Youichiro was not yet swayed. He closed the file and loosened up as though proud of himself for resisting temptation. Despite it being a half hearted slide back across the table, Crimson was convinced that Youichiro was more resistant than he actually was. A sigh escaped his mouth, and the smile faded again. Rather than collect the file and go, Crimson simply bothered to take a seat directly opposite of Youichiro. He allowed a moment of silence to hang over them while thinking on what he would tell the martial artist now. "So..." He began, still an all business tone, "What are you going to do with that?" His index finger pointed toward the file, as if to say that Youichiro was already damned just for seeing it. Crimson felt it was unnecessary to state the obvious to a person who seemed to love thinking. The copy had obviously been meant not as black mail so much as a present to inspire rebellion. If Youichiro caught on to what he was saying, the boy would understand that just by viewing this file he had technically become an alibi. That was how the world worked these days, thanks mostly to the laws of corrupt men. "Thankfully it is just a copy, but I doubt you can destroy it without at least one other person noting something suspicious." There was no threat hidden in his tongue. "And that means you would be forced to hold on to it, which is even more disastrous toward your school career if it gets found. So forgive my curiousity..." He leaned in slightly, green eyes staring with high intensity. "But what are you going to do?" |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2008, 08:00 PM Post #9 |
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Youichiro narrowed his eyes a Crimson as the abnormally well composed teen took a seat opposite him. His eyes drifted down to the file, considering taking another look at it. He hoped that Crimson would pry it open, so that Youichiro would at least have a reason for looking. When Crimson spoke, it almost took effort to look away from the folder. He bit his lip to keep from responding, figuring that at this point it was wisest to let Crimson carry the action of the scene. Youichiro had told himself that he would engage Crimson in this mental chess game, but perhaps the notion that he could actually match Crimson was a dellusion. As this conversation progressed, it became clearer and clearer that Crimson entered it prepared, where as Youichiro was nearly unarmed. Even so, he did not wish to appear unnerved by the situation, and so became keenly aware of the position of his mouth and eyes. He forced his lips to remain flat, and his gaze--cool. Crimson pointed to the file, and there was some element in that gesture that inspired fury in Youichiro. The extended finger seemed to almost mock him, but yet, it was not Crimson that mocked him. Crimson merely acted as a vehicle for the mockery of an apparently untrustworthy system. At the same time he knew that Crimson might be able to provide a means to transcend such a system. "But what are you going to do?" Sighing, he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. Determined to keep his cool he looked directly at Crimson. "I am going to sit here--like this--and listen to you make your case." It was a difficult statement that he feared he did not perform properly. To appear unwavered in expression, yet demonstrate the inspired emotion in word. |
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| Deleted User | May 10 2008, 09:20 PM Post #10 |
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Ever the debater my little martial artist, but you're already in my pocket. Try to keep up now? Breaking Youichiro, though fun, was no longer necessary. The true art of debating is not so much to break your opponent as turn themselves entirely over to you. Despite how good it feels to absolutely dumbfound someone, that feeling lasts only a moment. Even when dumbfounded, that individual is still attempting to to justify their righteousness; ever resilient against your case. Thusly, Youichiro wanted to hear Crimson's case in order to weigh it meant two possibilities. 1) He wanted to hear it so that he could build an argument, or 2) He was genuinely interested at how Crimson could help him. "But Youichiro, you already know what my case is. You may not know how, but you know why I have a case. Things like this," he gave a nod toward the file, "Are merely striking examples of how bad things have been allowed to get. The case is of course merely an inversion of this..." Crimson flipped open the file, spilling out the information again. "Or at least common knowledge of its existence. But it doesn't stop there Youichiro, not in the least. Compared to the rest of the world, this is a slap on our wrists. Obviously fighting them has gotten us nowhere. Direct confrontation, even when one side is righteous, merely creates direct hatred. "Can you imagine what hate based groups would do if they did not have access to things like this? Or the things that made this? In order to defeat an army, you have two choices. Kill it, or strip it of every weapon it can use. My case merely recommends we try the later." Crimson's smile had not yet returned, his face was simply stoic at this point. If Youichiro had been listening in to the world around him, to the system around him, he would instantly be forced to concede that fighting for what was right rarely worked. Crimson on the other hand knew that toppling modern terrors was going to be easy in this day and age. Every organization, gang, lobbyist and politician ran on not conviction but funding. Take a soldier's life and you've inspired his squad, take his paycheck, weapons and armor; you'll have a deserter. Nathanial Zerricks was one of the world's worst men in his time, but he was also one of the richest. Without all that money, no research toward the Power Men or Project Omega would have been funded. Simple, yet bluntly effective in a world that was too busy being direct to notice how things worked. "So Youichiro, I've made my case as obvious to you as I can her and now. Once again, ball is in your court. You can either lie to yourself and attempt to build a counter case with no preparation, or you can accept it and even attempt to make modifications to it to better fit you. Absolutes have gotten us nowhere Youichiro, which is why I offer you more." Well, it could have been said in less words, but Crimson had drawn a proper conclusion to his case. "Oh, and as for what specifically I would do with this? There is a room where that can be discussed freely, if you would like." |
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| Deleted User | May 20 2008, 09:54 PM Post #11 |
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Youichiro scrutinized the file when Crimson refrenced it. He had to struggle to not let his jaw tense in disgust. Perhaps, at one point in ths conversation, Youichiro had instinctivley acted resistently towards Crimson's ideas, but now that resistance was all but evaporated. Crimson spoke of corruptness and enemies. Both of those items struck chords in Youichiro. Those words had a power over Youichiro. They were triggers to inspire rebellion, and Youichiro recognized the confidence in Crimson. He would make a good leader for this rebellion. Occasionally, while Crimson talked, Youichiro would nod shallowly, or glance over at the folder sitting on the table nearby. "So Youichiro, I've made my case as obvious to you as I can her and now. Once again, ball is in your court. You can either lie to yourself and attempt to build a counter case with no preparation, or you can accept it and even attempt to make modifications to it to better fit you. Absolutes have gotten us nowhere Youichiro, which is why I offer you more." Youichiro sighed and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "I don't feel a need to argue with you, anymore..." He said before his eyes fell back on Crimson. "You're right." Youichiro's face was even and unsuggestive, but there was a slight tinge of anger in his voice. "But still, I'd like to know the specifics of what you have in mind. Exactly what would we do in this...cullinary club?" ((Sorry for the shortness, I'm having a massive writing block.)) |
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| Deleted User | May 24 2008, 11:00 PM Post #12 |
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Oh boy. The million dollar question had been asked. It made him so suddenly happy that Crimson would have done a lap in celebration around the room if not for the limp. But his smile did seem more strikingly genuine this time, that same leadership quality Youichiro was starting to fall behind instantly became the man. "It's simple really. We kill the bat." A second passed while Crimson paused, the leadership face all but diverting itself away to a smile that was obviously enjoying his own joke. "Oh come on Youichiro, lighten up. You didn't come back to life to live in purgatory did you? That's one thing this culinary club is going to genuinely do, put some smiles back on people's faces after they taste our food." Though he had leaned in to state the joke, Crimson now leaned back in his chair to appear more relaxed. "I suppose I could put it like this Youichiro, we are going to cook up something that stripes the hateful of their ability to fund hateful things. It would be fool's folly to try and deny that sooner or later, unless someone does something... every person with the slightest amount of a unique quality will be shaved, numbered, and put into a death camp. Us, them... does it really matter in the end? Fire needs a fuel to burn, and hate is the same. Fear and loathing tend to go the way of the dinosaur once we strip it down to the core value that people fear loosing property. Thusly, we cook for the rich who've fed the poor masses bullshit my friend. We'll feed them so well they forgot what they came for." ((OOC: Sorry for tardiness, wedding week = not so much of a life for Bob)) |
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