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[hybridification]

Hey guys!

[Comes Rhys' familiar voice, annoying as ever as the camera flips on. He's sitting in his disheveled bedroom, clearly a little sleep deprived, but accomplished and seemingly triumphant all the same.]

I wanted to wait until I was sure that there's nothing bad going on before releasing my next game. Are you guys ready for it? It's Mrs. Pac-Man, and it took me forever because- well, funny story actually, it's really easy to code the ghosts to take the shortest route to get to you and kill you, but it's kind of harder to program in other difficulty levels where it's not super tough, and so I was looking into it and developed this nifty algorithm for the easy and medium difficulties, and-

[...and he's getting ahead of himself and saying shit that nobody cares about. At least everyone totally has time to listen because nothing bad is going on!]

-well, anyway, it's a really cool game about a badass lady sphere. You can all download and play it, but uh, I'm gonna need at least five of you to give it a shot.

Have at it!

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video; give or take a half hour after rhys' post

[cashlin]

Heya, cavebros!

[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]

Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.

[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]

I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?

[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]

Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.

[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]