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Hey! Guys! Did you know there are demons here?

[hey look it's connor with the best/worst sarcastic message for you today. many posts lately have been about demons and justifiably so but connor is a shitposter and he's back so hang on or hang up on him. (that's the better option lets all be honest with ourselves)]

Since we're all smart people who definitely aren't going outside to get possessed or die on the network -- seriously, please, stop doing that -- I figured we should at least pick a game to pass the time. You know, like being on a long road trip and playing "I Spy" or some shit.

[he starts to say something else but apparently thinks better of it, because he smiles instead and reconsiders his words]

No, actually, first - a bunch of you guys are sleeping together, right? But who isn't? The lack of having an app to prove we're all cute, single, available people is clearly an oversight. (Really, pong before tindr? Also, calling it now: please, spelunkr, make it happen.) Discuss among yourselves.

[but oh right the game he seems to only remember now that's where he started, and he's maybe a little tipsy but wouldnt you be if THERE WERE DEMONS and people were doing dumb things like getting almost killed or worse on the network]

Oh, yeah, the game. Hot or Not. Post a picture of yourself and other people rate it for hotness. Honestly I'm not even going to care if you post a picture of someone not yourself. Have at it, kids.

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i have vodka

not my first choice but ill fuckin take it

picture first tho
gotta play the game to get the goods

ok fine

[Isn't he beautiful]

good enough for me
come over if you want dont bring demons
spire 2, 701

[He debates whether or not he actually wants to go over to some asshole's place, even if there's free liquor involved. It would require him to, like, be social or some shit, and Gren's social skills aren't exactly what one would call well developed. In the end, though, he's out of whiskey and that's what makes the decision for him. Maybe he should have higher standards about this sort of thing, but let's be real, Gren's a fucking alcoholic so the promise of booze will work every time.]

[So, here he is. Standing outside some fucker's door during some crazy demon bullshit invasion to get some free vodka. It's amazing the kind of shit that you'll get used to after you've lived in this stupid murdercave for long enough.]

[Gren thumps on the door a couple of times. Open up, motherfucker, special murderpotato delivery.]

[look at this!! making friends via alcohol! what a good and not at all questionable decision. anyway connor opens the door for gren]

So you do have a face after all.

[door now opened he's off to at least poor gren a drink. vodka was offered and vodka there shall be]

[Yeah, he's got a face, and now Connor knows why he didn't really want to put it up for other people to rate. He already knows he's not pretty, he doesn't need a barrage of '0/10, would not fuck'. He's aware, okay, he probably wouldn't even fuck himself.]

[He walks in and shuts the door behind him. At least this guy's making good on his promise of vodka, even if he has no idea how much Gren can put away. It's a lot, don't try to drink him under the table.]

I already showed you my fuckin' good side.

[Which is his middle finger.]

[connor laughs. the other man has probably seen some better days. better years. but he's not complaining either. and everyone looks great if you get drunk enough.

(in theory.)

he pours the glass and hands it off to gren]

Cheers. Yay for not being eaten by demons.

[Gren's seen better centuries, probably. Ones where he had two arms, those were definitely better years. If he'd had two hands, he could've sent a picture with two middle fingers instead of just one.]

[But, hey, right now there's vodka, and that'll have to do.]

Fuckin' good enough a reason as any to drink.

[He knocks back a good portion of the drink without even so much as a grimace, because he's a champ. And also an alcoholic. Either way, he's dumped worse shit down his gullet before.]

Like we really needed one.

[connor is not an alcoholic but he is a super lightweight.]

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