The being crazy and alone business takes up that much of your time?
Do well enough alone. Quieter that way. Think the group will last?
God, no, but it'll keep you up at night.
Do you think? Time and distance; effective.
I'll get bored without entertainment, and next thing you know, someone will be playing chiptune music. Every. Where. You. Go. When you sleep. When you're awake. When you're going to a job. When you're looking for a job. When you're eating. Squeaky squeak squeal girl chorus.
Unfortunately it ends in bitter self-recrimination over how fucking dumb that was, showing weakness and stupidity all in one fell swoop, and a rush of paranoia about what they were tricking him for. Not a mistake he’ll make again.
The squiggles happen easily. LET OUT YOUR INNER ARTIST.]
[There’s a beautiful girl. There’s no other word for her but beautiful, the type of look that transcends all lines of race, culture and gender-tastes. She has blonde hair cascading down past the middle of her back, bright bright bright ice blue eyes, and a wicked smile.
The love you feel for her in the moment she casually tosses you a new raincoat (off a hacked up corpse) is nothing short of mad.]
Okay, so we've learned a crazy guy is crazy, big whoop.
[adding some canary yellow hearts to the mix, especially near the crappy music note. Then--thinking for a moment, then drawing a large door in shell pink on the far wall.]
What're we supposed to do now? And please say it involves beating up that jerk from before.
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[ llllooking at lynx after a moment ] Ah. . . perhaps when we leave this place.
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[gingerly touching the crappy music note]
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…
Think I will.
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like that is actually homosexual for real
She's going to remember this.
But she goes and touches the puddle.]
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[grabbing for the spraycans...shell, for starters. randomly tagging squiggles on the opposite wall]
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Unfortunately it ends in bitter self-recrimination over how fucking dumb that was, showing weakness and stupidity all in one fell swoop, and a rush of paranoia about what they were tricking him for. Not a mistake he’ll make again.
The squiggles happen easily. LET OUT YOUR INNER ARTIST.]
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Hey, Tetsuya, go touch the raincoat!
[While she grabs a spraycan and starts tagging too. "Lynx was here."]
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except i do because i'm curious
ok touching the raincoat veeeery carefully ]
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[next, starting on a tree in celeste blue]
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The love you feel for her in the moment she casually tosses you a new raincoat (off a hacked up corpse) is nothing short of mad.]
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And creepy.
Oh well. TAKING A CANARY YELLOW, A CARDINAL RED, AND A CELESTE BLUE and trying to paint a picture of herself c:]
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[adding some canary yellow hearts to the mix, especially near the crappy music note. Then--thinking for a moment, then drawing a large door in shell pink on the far wall.]
What're we supposed to do now? And please say it involves beating up that jerk from before.
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It seems you have exit access, if you so desire.]
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...
And some sage green hearts. Mmyes this is a masterpiece -- but looks like we have a door now! Yes good.]
We could go this way or we could go back and kill him. What do you think?
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. . . We should leave.
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[thinking again before drawing a circle with '1UP' on it...gold coin, let's see if this one works :|a]
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Copyright infringement detected!
[No, this guy pops up.]
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Shut up!
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Copyright. . . [ does this mean no paint cans though ]
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What do you know about this place? Who is that guy?
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What guy?
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And who's this bandit I'm looking for?
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There was a man with a sword just down the street. [ because this is probably a more helpful description than "that pimp who tried to kill us". ]
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