On potentially going to CannonWhatCannon

[carbonell]

I'd start by asking the basics, but it seems you've already found a game for me. At least it looks rather interesting and seems to be something I can dirty my hands in. I appreciate that quite a bit. Anything day to day would be dreadfully dull.

Go ahead, ask his mun. I'm sure it'll only make things all the more interesting. We both know I can handle him like a well tanned mink. If he does decide to follow along do ask him to bring those delightfully tight pants of his.

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[oneslickedison]

You know ... I think I should be insulted. What am I, just another pair of tight slacks to you?

[carbonell]

Of course not Mister Stark. You're also a well honed mind.

[oneslickedison]

And don't your forget it, Miss Smarty Pants. [gestures to the fine cut suit, smirking faintly.] Despite this demi-god physique, is the mind of a true genius of his time.

[carbonell]

Demi-God?

[She looks around curiously.]

I thought it was only the two of us my aged friend.

[oneslickedison]

[He opened his mouth and then shut it with a click.] Hmph.

[carbonell]

Have I damaged that pride of yours again Mister Stark?

[oneslickedison]

Just reminding myself that there are plenty of other young women out there who won't take jabs at my age, making me feel like a dirty old man.

[carbonell]

As if I would ever fear the pampered class of women you associate with. Besides, none of them would be interested.

[oneslickedison]

And why not? I'm a catch - even if some bratty women-children don't see it.

[weaponmadeperfect]

Should I worry? After all the place is a little dangerous if you don't know what you're doing.

[carbonell]

I'm a fast learner dear. Although I wouldn't mind if you'd like to give me a quick crash course.

[weaponmadeperfect]

Easiest advice I can give, when shit starts flying duck. Usually keeps you alive, oh and stay away from people who are sick.

[carbonell]

As in the flu? Why would I avoid someone with such a simple illness?

[weaponmadeperfect]

More like the Plague. Only less boils more carnivorous.

[carbonell]

Sounds rather troublesome. Has an antidote been created?

[weaponmadeperfect]

Well before the illness. Bullet to the brain. [Sorry Maria Sherry's in a funk today. Blame it on Shroud drugging her.]

[carbonell]

Such extreme measures should be saved only as a last resort. Allow me to rephrase the question. Has anyone started working on an antidote which doesn't end with the infected becoming deceased?

[fuckingvisions]

Ya sure ya wanna come to this hell hole lass? It be makin' LA look like a walk in th' park.

[carbonell]

Sounds like an interesting time.

[fuckingvisions]

If bein' chased by monsters and becoming a walkie talkie for an alien sounds like a time for ya then be my guest.

[carbonell]

Excuse me?

[fuckingvisions]

Me first week there demon snakes tried to kill the lovely Dr. Foster me and miss Ivy had to go save'er then an alien got to use me as a walkie talkie for two days. EMbaressin' as shit to wake up in public in just yer boxers let me tell ya.

[carbonell]

That's .... fascinating. So in this world aliens actually exist?

[fuckingvisions]

And Demons. And a god or two.

[carbonell]

My goodness, that sounds fantastic. And they haven't found a proper cure for this disease that the people known as Umbrella have concocted?

[Clearly someone is slacking if there are Gods, demons, and aliens afoot.]