ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʀᴜᴍᴀɴᴄᴇᴋ (
werewolfing) wrote in
hadriel2016-02-01 08:17 pm
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So, word on the street from everyone's favorite whiny god is that if we form a group to fight off the monsters when the Door opens instead of making him chase them around, we all get prizes. Or something. You know how these guys are.
Anyway, I'm not a fighter, but I bet there's a bunch of you who are real good at killing things. Maybe you should form a club. I'll provide cookies if I can get my roommate to teach me how to make em.
Anyway, I'm not a fighter, but I bet there's a bunch of you who are real good at killing things. Maybe you should form a club. I'll provide cookies if I can get my roommate to teach me how to make em.

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1: I am not going to be anyones fucking welcome wagon
2: you better not be shitting me about cookies. I hate a lot of things and shit talkers are most definitely one of them
3: these ""prizes"" better be worth my time
4: IF i do this its not for you or anyone else I've got plenty of my own self interests thanks very much
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1. nobody said anything about friendliness. this is solely about violence against monsters. probably you shouldn't kill any non-monsters but i don't really give a shit.
2. if somebody teaches me to make cookies there will be cookies. hell yes to cookies.
3. don't look at me i've never gotten any god prizes. ask hope.
4. you are on the whole assuming i give way too many fucks about whether this happens.
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2: no ifs ands or buts that's not how we do it here in murdercave city
3: already did and he gave a really shitty answer. might talk to him in the context of monster death but I'm not super optimistic
4: organizing shit implies some level of fucks whether you want people to know that or not
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think bigger
picture it with me: free booze, one shot per kill
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maybe you can talk the gods into that sweet deal.
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YOU MAKE US FUCKIN SNICKERDOODLES OR WHAT THE FUCK EVER AND WE GO OUT AND KILL MONSTERS FOR A GOD THAT CANT GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER
BECAUSE FUCKIN COOKIES AND A COUPLE OF SHITTY DOOR PRIZES ARE TOTALLY GOING TO MAKE UP FOR SOMETHING BIG AND NASTY WEARIN YOUR GUTS LIKE A HAT
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also, nobody's twisting your arm for door prizes and snickerdoodles. somebody's gotta get shit together, though, because that god who can't stop whining for five seconds is the only thing standing between us and starvation, and i'm kinda into eating on the regular.
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BULLSHIT ON THE ONLY GOD THING. THE OTHER ONES HAVE TO BE JUST AS FUCKIN INVESTED IN US LIVING BECAUSE IF WE DIE, THEY DONT EAT EITHER. OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS THAT THEY DO WITH US, I DONT FUCKIN KNOW HOW IT WORKS
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and im kind of running low on healing gels right now
[not that he's saying he won't fight the monsters at the door too, he's just... really confused right now okay and missing the days when he had a healer in his party for fights.]
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1 cup peanut butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg
1 tsp. vanilla
So you better get to it.
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[ also super cheap. ]
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[ He looks very interested in this. He got distracted from the rest of the message. ]
Sweet cookies?
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