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video; give or take a half hour after rhys' post
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.]
[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.]
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claptrapthat annoying dude. well... she won't not play, what the heck.]Just the one. For now.
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[lilith you are a member of the fucking guard]
Okay, maybe we'll save it for when the zombies leave. They are going to leave: this place is just a really big petri dish for the gods to fuck with us in.
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