pack your bags Grif we got ATP'd to Revenance

[grifball]

You know what Mun? I like it in here. Sure I have to come out and do a little dance whenever you want me to, but in exchange I get to sit around doing nothing all day with all the Twinkies and Cheetos I could ever need.

See? This system works great. A real win-win scenario. No need to go and ship me off to some game that has evil bats. Oh wait I'm sorry, evil dream bats that may or may not want to rip off my face. Because, you know, we need the fucking suspense. And let's not forget it's also crawling with Freelancers.

How about we do this instead: you can send someone else in there, let's say a Blue or Donut, and they can get mauled by the evil dream bats, and I can keep doing what I'm doing here. Play to our strengths or something.

Comments

[arach_nerd]

...where'd you get Twinkies? Hostess is bankrupt.

[grifball]

See? Another great thing about living in someone else's head. So long as they're in denial, nothing ever goes away. I could build a house with all the twinkies she's stashed up in here.

[dork_of_keys]

There are friendly bats too. And bears.

[shadearchivist]

Your mun didn't tell you about the fact that the use of magic is prevalent, did they?

[unrecovered]

[Guess who's got one of those bats.]

[Sitting on his shoulder.]

[Looking at you.]

[Smiling.]

[That's right: this guy.]

They're not all evil, you know.

[grifball]

Oh sure they look friendly now, just wait until it's the middle of the night and you wake up to them gnawing on your face while its friends swarm in to pin you down.

[grifball]

You know what, I have no idea. Everything kindof went mute as soon as she mentioned the bats. Time slowed and...I think I smelled colors.

[dork_of_keys]

[Have a sigh. Obviously, someone has an issue.]

It doesn't work that way. Dream Eaters are divided into two types: Spirits and Nightmares. You make the Spirits out of fragments of dreams. You might end up arguing with them sometimes, but they're not going to turn on you.

[shadearchivist]

If it is any comfort to you, I have never seen the bats swarm in groups larger than ten individuals.

[grifball]

[Fuck you Wash.]

[And Grif is only backing away because you smell bad. Not at all because of the bat.]

Yeah and all of Sarge's plans are genius. And Simmons isn't a complete kissass. [So much sarcasm and fear rolled up into one breath.] C-can you make it stop staring at me already? I don't like the look in its eyes.

[unrecovered]

[He's smirking under that helmet. This is way too easy. He reaches up to scratch behind the bat's ears, and it squeaks, half-closing its eyes in happiness.]

I don't know; he looks pretty happy to see you.

[Take that how you will.]