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[cloakanddaikon]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 50, late morning
Where: Here and there
What:

[A few hours in, and the halls far more resemble a messy abattoir rather than the last bastion of civilization. Batmonkey corpses, batmonkeys on fire (careful there!), and more than anything, lots and lots of live batmonkeys.

Well, Thusia? How goes your morning?]

Comments

[storming_in]

It's a damn compass. What's that supposed to say about them? Did your team get lost a lot?

[pyxising]

No.

[storming_in]

Oh, so they have a really good sense of direction? There wasn't anything better to say about them, huh?

[pyxising]

We were the best damn team there. If it came down to a fight, we wouldn't go down without winning or taking them down with us.

[storming_in]

If you were so great, you should've gotten yourselves a better emblem.

[pyxising]

You know, coming up with an emblem wasn't the very first thing on my mind.

[storming_in]

You're the one who got a tattoo of it.

[pyxising]

I just wanted something for my team.

[storming_in]

You should have picked something cooler then.

[pyxising]

Excuse me if I didn't have the time to come up with something cooler. I was busy trying to survive.