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[aunter]

G R E E N > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the deep, dark ocean. Darkness surrounds you on all sides and once in a while, the box shakes. It'll be clear enough after a while that that's because of the movement of the water. The deep, dark water that they're surrounded by. Once in a while, something moves in the darkness, unnaturally large and much too close for comfort. Then... the noises. The moans and hisses of things living out there, in the deep. Then the words appear:

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[plasmastorm]

Even if it were to land on a number belonging to someone in the other group--

[. . .]

No. I don't think it'd be worth it, either.

[unnames]

[Yeah, he's just shaking his head.]

It's not.

[Firmly, immediately.]

It's not freakin' worth it no matter who it lands on.

[... AND THEN TO THE ROOM AT LARGE:]

Oi, garbage host! We're sick of this game, we wanna move on.

[aunter]

BUT YOU'RE SO CLOOOOOOSSSSEEEE

[unnames]

Close to what?! What are we supposed to be aiming for here? Stop being so useless and give us some facts for once, would ya?

[aunter]

HM

[unnames]

[FLINGS HANDS UP IN THE AIR.

Or like.

He tries.

Paper arms don't fling too great, but fuck man, he tried.]

AUGH!

[plasmastorm]

[. . .]

[I MEAN SHE ALREADY KIND OF LIKED HIM, BUT LIKE. NOW SHE REALLY LIKES HIM]

Easy there, tiger. I approve of you standing up to our evil overlord, though.

[unnames]

[He feels so much misery as his shoulders slump, head falling forward.]

Haaaaah...

This whole thing reeks of bullshit.

[plasmastorm]

[. . . pats his shoulder]

You said it so much more succinctly than anyone else ever could.