test run two, electric bugaloo.

[electricityinmysoul]

Alllright, Miss Mundane. Are you sure you're ready this time?

[despite the fact that your manner of speaking is a bag of dicks to convey in text form... why not.]

... that doesn't sound too sure to me, but-- if you say so, well, I have no reason not to believe you!

[is that sarcasm? it sure is.]

Uh, about this "Scorched" place you and your friend were discussing... I'm not sure I like the sound of a "horror" game. Sure, that Epsilon person seems like a swell guy, but, well... I've heard all about you and horror. No, really, it's all some of the other muses in here will talk about. And so I happen to know that you have a rather unsavory taste in situations you like to put us through. And while a little bit of running and yelling while being chased by some sort of terrible monster is all well and good, I'm not really programmed to defend anyone, so if you could just not send any of those things after me, well, that would be just great.



You're, uh... you're not listening, are you?

Comments

[asecondsun]

[Epsilon looks very concerned.]

I had been informed that the point was survival. In a rather different context.

[electricityinmysoul]

Survival, huh? ... well, I guess I can manage that, but it's not usually that hard a thing to do.

[squeak_squeaker]

Hah... you look funny.

I mean. Uhh. You look good. [Quick save, Kronk!]

[asecondsun]

There are apparently monsters, but I'm not entirely sure what that means.

All I know besides that is the weather.

/OLLIES IN WAY LATE... blame the old robot joints

[malfunctionbot]

Hey, Da Spine! [nope cant get away forever, Spine. Nice try.] Sure took ya long enough to get here, didn't it? You almost missed the Ice Cream Parad- [whoa whoa, back it up there, Rabbit buddy]

..Huh? Who are ya talkin' to? [The Jon is the one with voices in his head, not you.]