On Mun playing his game

[has_standards]

[Hi Dear Mun, have an Irish Assassin. He's rubbing his temples, looking not at all pleased.]

Mundane, would ye kindly shut yer damn mouth? I understand you finally got a chance to play as me, and of course realized I'm far superior to my little brother in combat regards, but how about a little peace and quiet every now and again, hmm? You can do it, I'm sure.

And speaking of shutting up, since we are on the subject, enough of your complaining. You killed your favorite character in the game, so what? You knew damn well she was gonna die in advance, not to mention she's a bloody assassin. She took her death well enough, so stop crying over it.

[A sigh.]

But I suppose if you must get upset and blame someone, then blame Travis. He's a surprisingly easy target, I've heard.

Comments

[urbanhero]

[Sweet coat, brosef.]

Just 'cause you know someone's death is coming doesn't mean you can't mourn them anyway.

[has_standards]

[Someone with style, FINALLY.]

While that may be so, I think there should be a bloody limit on these sorts of things.

[urbanhero]

[Gotta appreciate a classy motherfucker when you see one.]

Tell me about it. Maybe no more than two tragic deaths per... I don't know, millennium? Month? Something.

[has_standards]

[Same to you, fellow stylin' bro.]

Or maybe they could just stop whining about them as much? Either or really.

[urbanhero]

[If you're gonna be saving the world, you might as well look good doing it.]

Either or. Or you could always skip the whole dying thing in the first place. I'm just saying. Slap a medi-porter on 'em, problem solved.

[has_standards]

[Words to live by.]

Well, I wouldn't say skip dying entirely. It'd certainly put me out of a job.