dear_mun | On looking at exitvoid...

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On looking at exitvoid...

So...let me get this straight. You finally decided to stop being such a chickenshit and actually consider a horror game? Really?

Well fuckin' A, you bet your ass I'm interested! Honestly, it's about fucking time you grew a pair. This place sounds right up my alley. I mean, killing things is my job after all. ...though I'm not looking forward to the massive chance that I will get my shit fucked up, but it's whatever. Shit happens. Better than sitting around here bored with my thumb up my ass.

Any~way, chop chop, dickweed. Start working on that application before my bat starts working on your skull. I'm not about to let you puss out on me this time. And no, I don't give a shit if you're just "considering" this place or not.

I'm bored; fix it.

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I can't understand these people, if they even are people.

But scarily, what ye say sounds sound.

Takes a crazy to understand a crazy!

Although these freaks are probably nuttier than me. Which is...pretty fucking terrifying if you think about it.

Damn terrifyin'. I'd rather not think about it.

So, if it does happen to be a dry ship, ye gonna be all right? [ Not out of worry or anything so blase, but he's wondering about the body count that may suddenly appear in the morgue. And if it'll eventually make things difficult for the other two assassins. ]

Dunno. I don't really make a habit out of being sober, but the way I see it there's two possibilities. Either I'll be a lot less bitchy and thus a lot more agreeable, or the bodycount will skyrocket.

Probably the last one, but who knows.

[ Ah, well. If it becomes open season, it'll break up those quiet days. ]

Guess we'll have to wait and see, then, lass, won't we?

Yep. On the bright side, it'll be more fun that way. Wouldn't want everything to get predictable and boring, now would we?

Of course not.

Ain't worth properly enjoyin' if ye know how it is gonna end.

Oh Henry, if I didn't know better I'd say you were looking forward to me showing up.

What can I say? I miss the familiar.

People here are too fuckin' normal for me. Much more used to bein' around assassins and the like. Not that I mind havin' chats with the blokes, but come on... it's not in us to be able to have tea and cakes for all time. Eventually, the horrors gonna set in, I know, but until then and between all the breaks... it's just too weird.

I hear ya. Normal people are the fucking weird ones if you ask me. Shit happens all around them and they just stand there letting it happen. Try to pretend nothing's going on. I say fuck that; I like being able to do whatever I damn well please. 'Sides, what's so great about acting normal and bending over backwards when life wants to fuck you over?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I can't see anything particularly grand or noble in it. People training to learn how to fight, but that's a lot different than trainin' to learn how to kill. Since they don't know the difference, not sure if they're gonna be able to survive long with what they've learned.

But eh, maybe they'll surprise me. Normal folk are quite weird, as ye say.

I don't think I'll be too surprised. Hell, normal people go bat shit all the time. What's that phrase, "it's always the quiet ones"?

Still, we'll do what we need to do, yea?

We always do~

Speaking of which, what the fuck are we going to do once the gang's all there? We gonna work together like some cute little sewing circle or are we gonna be on our own?

...or are we gonna be our own group and leave Touchdown in the dirt. 'Cuz I'm all for that.

I've never been one to play well with others. Just isn't my style.

But I'm aware there are things I can't do on me own in this place. Hm. The idea of leavin' Travis to his own dealin's sounds good, but that's like leavin' a baby in a hot car at times. I can't let this fuckin' game kill him before I do, so that's out for me.

But I'm not against the idea of workin' together save from savin' his backside.

I think it's pretty safe to say we'd all get a "doesn't work well with others" memo stamped on our assassination postcard. With a fucking smiley face on the side of it. You know, just because.

That sounds fair. Although, you could always take a shot at killing him there. Settle things once and for all, yadda yadda. Just make sure you don't kill him permanently; I'd like another swing at him.

I could.

Nothin' stoppin' us from finishin' things just as they should. Ah, there's some continues given to us all. Ain't that kind of 'em? Ye'll get yer chance, but I'm not gonna let ya cut in line. He's mine first. So long as we get that established first off ... I don't see problems comin' between us.

So we understand each other then. Good. Fan-fucking-tastic even. I still owe him for running me through, but even I can play nice and wait in line. Not like I ever had a problem with sloppy seconds. And I'm gonna guess he'll be pretty sloppy when you're through with him.

...and maybe afterwards. Isn't there some kinda penalty for dying?

There is, yea.

So if ye want a fair fight, ye'd have to wait until he's done with that penalty. Wouldn't want to have it be said that ye'd only win 'cause of that, now would ya?

Fuck! That is such bullshit!

...well, unless something hilarious happens to him. Like he loses his vision. I'd be pretty chill with that.

Then it seems it's all set.

I'm actually startin' to look forward to seein' ya.

Does that surprise you? Really?

It does, but just a bit.

Like I said before, familiar is better than being surrounded by normal people.

I'll drink to that! ...not that I need an excuse, but you know.

Anyway, same to you. Was pretty indifferent to seein' ya there, but now I'm getting excited.

I know.

Indifference earlier, hm, 'cause of me manners, I'm guessin'?

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