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[murderpotato]

[One day, Gren is going to learn a very valuable lesson: do not mix alcohol and drugs. That day is not today.]

[The video, when it turns on, swings wildly. Hopefully nobody gets seasick too easily, because damn, it's motion sickness central right here. The backdrop is... probably Delight's bar, if anyone can make sense of the video long enough.]

You know what? You know fuckin' what?

[Gren is drunk. Not only is Gren drunk, but he's also had like a handful of those other things that Delight hands out that get people high as shit, so he's both drunk and high. It's a terrible combination of belligerent and feeling untouchable that can really only lead to Bad Things.]

I'm fuck-all tired of bein' a fuckin' buffet for a bunch of shit-for-dick "gods"-- [The feed swings again, like he tried to do airquotes with only one hand. The hand that is also holding the camera.] --who can't get their fuckin' shit together long enough to not make everything a fuckin' clusterfuck. And then they treat us like we're fuckin' children or some shit, like we don't got the fuckin' right to decide what fuckin' happens to us. We're the fuckin' burdens, but they're the one bringin' in fuckin' monsters and dragons and shit to drop on our fuckin' heads. Fuckin' thanks for that, assholes.

[The feed swings around and then back; he's grabbed another bottle of something alcoholic and knocks an unhealthy portion of it back. Seriously, he's a champ, if your definition of 'champ' is 'fucking alcoholic'.]

Like that fuckin' piece of fuck Sorrow. Fuck that guy, oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that motherfucker.

[He pauses. Something terrible is about to happen.]

I fuckin' oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that guy.

[His voice shifts from rant mode to something firmer and slightly less profanity-ridden.]

Hey, all you fucks. [Slightly less.] I'm comin' for all you fuckin' godly piece of shits. C'mon and fuckin' have a go if you think you're fuckin' hard enough.

[He turns. Delight is behind the bar.] 'Cept for you. You're fuckin' okay.

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[verinumeri]

[ He'd have texted this, but he is sustaining substantial doubts as to Mr. Gren's ability to read and respond to text messages.

Really, he shouldn't. Even. Engage. With this. He knows better. ]

I do not think you will succeed.

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[murderpotato]

[Gren's typing at this point would be significantly worse than it already is, and it's already not great. Hell, his speech isn't all that great right now, he's slurring pretty hard.]

Fuck that, I'm gonna fuckin' tear all of 'em new assholes.

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[wormintheglass]

There are few things Bianca enjoys more than the spectacle of someone else losing control. She was once someone who started barfights for fun and mischief; her present self is still that person, but these days Bianca prefers to have other people do the punching and shouting for her.

She didn't inspire Gren today. He worked up this head of rage entirely by himself. But she matches him drink for drink, smiling, and does what she can to fan the flames.

"You tell them, dearheart. We live here like laboratory animals, and it's high time someone got bitten for it."

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[murderpotato]

It's easy for Gren to work up some rage-- his default state of being is basically low-level pissed off, kind of like the Hulk but less green and more terrible 80s fashion. Given enough time and bullshit, he will eventually get set off by something. In this case, it just so happened to be asshole gods, catalyzed by a lot of liquor and some happy pills that are really just not strong enough to cut through his pissiness.

"You're damn fuckin' straight," he says, or more accurately, sort of snarls. There's a second where his teeth don't look quite right, too long and needle-sharp, because sometimes there's shit even glamours can't cover. "Who gave them the fuckin' right? They fuckin' eat off us like fuckin' parasites and won't even fuckin' tell us shit for shit when we ask. What gives them the fuckin' right?"

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[firstreturned]

‘Fucking hard enough’? Is that a new one? I think that's a new one.

[She stands in the doorway when she says this, taking up basically the whole doorway. Funny how all those videos don't really get across how tall Rage is, a head taller than Gren at least, red hair flowing behind her, grin wicked and dangerous if it's anything.]

Are you going to hide inside dear Delight’s bar while making your threats or will you come outside so I don't have to worry about breaking her things?

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[murderpotato]

[Sure, she's tall. Taller than his glamour, anyway, but he's taller than his glamour, too. It's not that much of an accomplishment. So, sure, she's doing a good job of taking up that doorway, but Gren's stared down some big, bad shit in his long life. He's not about to start getting intimidated by big talk from some ginger bitch.]

Who the fuck's hidin'?

[He throws the empty liquor bottle aside-- sorry, Delight-- and stalks his drunk ass over to the door.]

I'll fuckin' kick your ass wherever the fuck you want.

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[dogsanddaughters]

[Miriam, for her part, is having the time of her life. Nobody's currently dying, she's got Barnaby curled up at her feet and a deck of cards spread out in front of her, and a drunk guy ranting his ass off center state.

Excellent. The entertainment has arrived.

She props her chin up on her hand.]

How're you gonna do it?

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[murderpotato]

I'm gonna beat the fuck out of 'em, what the fuck did you think I was gonna do?

[Gren's primary weapon is his fist, singular, and he's a lot stronger than his gangly-ass glamour implies. He figures he'll approach this situation the way he approaches every fight that he gets into-- hit it 'til it stops moving. It's worked for him for the past fifteen hundred years.]

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[purpleknee]

[OH, HIS HEARTLESS SELF LIKES THIS GUY ALREADY even if he was clearly an overzealous idiot that probably caused more problems trying to help than anything, but that's fine. Not Warrick's problem.]

Hello, my name is Warrick Chopper and I have an axe and Sorrow has an orchard.

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[synthedick]

[Somewhere, Nick is sighing over this.]

What did I tell you about that orchard?

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[murderpotato]

Fuckin' great, and you're a fuckin' idiot too.

[What in the actual fuck, Warrick Shithead who also has an axe and apparently shouldn't if this is what he'll try to get people to do with it.]

I wanna beat the fuck outta Sorrow, not shoot us all in the fuckin' foot. We eat the shit that grows there, asshole.

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[verinumeri]

[ HERE HE IS AGAIN ]

Leave Mr. Sorrow's orchard alone. My God, man. Honestly?

[hasitsthorns]

Can you seriously not keep your hate boner in your pants, dude?

First bees all up in Hope's temple now going lumberjack maniac on Sorrow's orchard? Have some chill, Jesus.

[ GOSH. ]

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[iustitiae]

You should drink some water.

[he's contributing...to this discussion...being so helpful really]

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[murderpotato]

You should shut the fuck up.

[This man is clearly a voice of reason, but Gren's not listening. And honestly, he's too drunk for water right now, there's not enough water in all of great Neptune's oceans to cleanse this alcohol from him.]

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[circumitus]

You know, it isn't always the best idea to give your enemy a heads up when you plan to attack.

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I don't give a fuck, I'm gonna kick their fuckin' asses either way.

[He's going to get wrecked.]

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[unitas]

Fucking thank you. [ Look, she immediately likes anyone that isn't chummy with the bullshit these fake ass deities throw at them. ]

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[murderpotato]

[Gren is the least chummy with any of these asshole gods. Hope's useless, Rage is a heinous bitch, Fear is a slightly more heinous bitch, and Sorrow can eat his entire ass. Delight's okay because she serves the liquor.]

I can't be the only fuckin' person sick of this shit around here. They won't even fuckin' tell us anything, somethin' fuckin' happened here and they act like we're whiny shits when we want to know what the fuck it was.

[In Gren's experience, when somebody in power's keeping a secret, it's because they did something wrong. They fucked up, or they did something deliberately shitty, or whatever, and Gren wants to know which one it was in this case.]

It's fuckin' bullshit!

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[ushahin]

There is no fool like a drunken fool.

[Seriously, why does no one take away these people's devices before they get to this point? Ushahin will never know. But he can and will be judging.]

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[murderpotato]

At least I ain't a bitch sittin' around and takin' this bullshit.

[Gren will be giving zero fucks about that judginess that he's getting, because fuck this guy's lily white ass and the horse he rode in on.]

You can't really fuckin' think that we don't got a bum fuckin' deal here.

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[skelebro]

[Sans is grinning and has no right to be, but he's also makin' sure he puts this on as public a public channel can be.]

I got two bags of chips says one of the gods knocks him out in five. And these're the good ones too. We got - [He flips one of the bags over, readin' the flavoring off.] Hot Cheeto Dust and Fresh Kleenex. C'mon, who wants in on this?

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[murderpotato]

Eat my entire fuckin' ass, bone man.

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[ishotyouuu]

...Somethin' wrong there, dear? You're certainly demonstrating the versatility of the word. Also sounds like you found the good shit. Pass some my way, would ya?

You ain't gonna need it after these guys thrash your ass, anyway. But don't worry, I'll pour one out for your smoldering corpse later.

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[murderpotato]

[WHY DO ALL YOU ASSHOLES DOUBT HIM.]

Fuck off. I'm gonna fuckin' wreck this bitch and you can kiss my ass.

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[hybridification]

Dude.

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[Rhys do you know how hard it is for him to type right now.]

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[secondreturned]

...thanks.

[She's not really sure how she feels about any of that, tbh. Delight just regards him curiously for a moment, before frowning and pouring him another drink.]

Rage is probably going to fight you, you know.

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[murderpotato]

Good. I'll start off by fuckin' pummellin' that bitch and then I'll work my way through the rest.

[Thanks for the drink, lady. He'll knock that back like the alcoholic champ that he is, and, let's be real, he'll need it. At least when Rage hits him, he won't feel it as much because he's drunk as hell.]

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[ time to stir the pot. ]

Yeah? Who else do you dislike?

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[murderpotato]

Mostly those fake-god motherfuckers.

[There's a brief pause; Gren is continuing to drink. Because why the fuck not? He's already shitfaced, but he could always be more shitfaced.]

And that fuckin' punnin' skeleton man. Fuck that guy.

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[beanstalk]

[ Oh, oh Kanda remembers you. This highly amuses him honestly, and he can't help but grin at this drunken display.

A month later, and here this guy was, doing the exact same thing he had done with Fear. ]

Now who's the one being stupid?

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[murderpotato]

[Oh, right, it's the annoying shithead who tried to get Fear to up his game. That asshole.]

Hey, I ain't draggin' anybody else into my dick-measuring contest. And it's only fuckin' stupid if I lose.

[Which he will. He just doesn't know that yet.]

super late to the party buuuttt

[hasitsthorns]

So, like, I'm just gonna' go get some popcorn. Let me know when you're planning to take down the 'fuckin' godly piece of shits' so I can be ready for the show.

[murderpotato]

As soon as one of 'em fuckin' shows, that's when shit's gonna happen.

Except for her. [Thumb jerk towards Delight.] I ain't fuckin' up the bartender.