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I am implementing a new rule in the character castle!

“If in doubt about what direction the team wants to take, do what your character would do.”

So, when writing Burn, I will do as Burn does!

(Congratulations! I have unlocked level JERK.)

 

“Ya’know what. I’m just gonna go with the one nearest me. Once I fix my foot.”

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“Can you wrap your foot aright? To staunch the bleeding?” 

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“This can’t get any worse.”

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Ya’know dust-punks, I think I’ve learned a lot from the people around me.

I learned from Search that some people really do want nothing more than to help people.

I learned from Drake that fastest way to a man’s heart is between the third and fourth rib.

I learned from Vi that being a wild animal doesn’t reduce your personhood.

Well, long story short, I learned a lot from the people around me. Wonder what I’ll learn from this nasty adventure.

 

I feel the walls quaver – and not like This Place, ah, home I guess since we’re not there, This Place seems like a misnomer, is there anything beyond it though? In that reality I mean – anyways, the walls quiver but all the stone is dead. Dead. Dead.

“Ya know punk,” I say. “whenever I hear someone say that…”

The quavering becomes the most dreaded sound in This … at home, I guess.

“It always gets worse.” I continue merrily.

Run. Always run.

“Why does fate hate me so much? Surely Arsene doesn’t have to put up with anything like this.” explodes the man that tried to kill me with his weird hunk of metal.

Don’t ever trip. Don’t ever stop. Run.

Ya know what punk? To the flooded tunnels with this!

I have a job. I’m the best scout you’ll find in the Edgelands.

Don’t have time to take care of my foot – gonna have to fall through another hole in reality.

“After me punks! Never bet against a ranger when death is on the line!” I whoop and dive into the nearest mirror.

I don’t know how long I’ve got until they come, but I can gather at least some intel on what’s beyond.

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Accept your greed and selfishness.