TirkPTA Happyfuntime 8- City of Rabbits

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Neal: (( right, aspirin ))
Phatcat: 	had to restart faptool
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Phatcat: 	firefucks*
tirkaroKujo: 	AND SO, YOU SPEND THE NIGHT DAY HOUR AT A HOLED-OUT SHELTER FORMED BY THIS OFFENSIVELY BOOMBOXLESS LADY WHO ALSO SEEMS TO KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT THIS TOURNAMENT BUSINESS.
Lydia: (( ...night day hour? (WARY) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Basically just night
tirkaroKujo: 	or some extended period of time
tirkaroKujo: 	Could be an hour too, who knows. のヮの
Lydia: (( Bet it was a Tuesday ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's never tuesday
Lydia: (( Is everyone here? ))
Neal: (( just got back ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Guess we're just wating on tuco to exist
Elisabet: (( Yep ))
	Neal: 	So what is this place, anyway? You live down here?
Lydia: (( she doesn't ))
Lydia: (( as nobody lives at all due to Tuco ))
Neal: (( maybe ))
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	Tuco: 	yo
Lydia: (( m ))
MeisterWarlock: 	no skype today?
Neal: (( well I'm not in it due to a piercing headache ))
Lydia: (( It'd just be me, you, and tirk listening ))
MeisterWarlock: 	indeed then
MeisterWarlock: 	carry on
Neal: (( and now we wait for MT I guess ))
Elisabet: (( No, I've been here ))
Lydia: (( Ah, Agi said something to ya ))
	Neal: 	*indeed (wary)*
	Elisabet: 	Well this place is home while I'm here for this stupid thing.
	Tuco: 	What stupid thing? The stupid tourney?
	Elisabet: 	Indoodly, Nachos Grande.
	Tuco: 	Welp, I'm Tuco. I'm a psychic, saved the lot of us from a plane crash. Neal there, he's the doc. We would've been killed by Magnemites if not for him. And her she's just mysterious. Who're you?
	Lydia: 	Why would you stay here? Don't tell me there's another location near here?
	Lydia: 	For a badge, that is.
	Elisabet: 	*shrugs* I dunno. I'm mostly here for this thing to just get the hell away from home. Slummin it out here sure beats sittin around at home. Explorin, spendin some time with the Pokes, bustin a few kneecaps. . .all that good stuff. And the name's Elisabet.
	Tuco: 	Gotta wonder how bad your home was if this place is better.
	Lydia: 	Busting kneecaps...are we ever going to meet someone who -doesn't- enjoy fighting? Well, nevermind. It didn't work last night, but..I'm going to try to fix up the Jeep again.
	Tuco: 	Oh yeah cause Neal is such a Brawler.
	Lydia: 	« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » « 1d20+8 = 5 + 8 = 13 » int and dex again I assume
Lydia: (( god damn these rolls ))
	Neal: 	Ehh, it's never really been my style. I'm more about cleaning the mess than causing it.
Lydia: (( that's worse than last night ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yeah
tirkaroKujo: 	you didn't get 50 nat 20s in a row
tirkaroKujo: 	what a downfall
	Elisabet: 	Right hellhole, brah. All this "Lizbet,. pick up your room. Lizbet, make sure you come back before curfew. Lizbet, why are you lighting the couch on fire?" Buncha shit like that.
	Neal: 	*I assume you didn't even look outside and instantly got gangraped by the guys who chased us down here*
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, you manage to get the car back in working condition, but it's still a bit sticky on the outside.
	Neal: 	Er... they might have a point about that last one.
Lydia: (( 5 and 8 are both below average ))
Lydia: (( that goes against the normal probability (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	May as well be average in PTA
Lydia: (( I've every right to complain ))
tirkaroKujo: 	olo
	Lydia: 	Well, it should WORK... Hey, Neal? You think you could get that water type of yours to clean it off?
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	Neal: 	Sure thing. C'mon, Ralph. *release*
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	Neal: 	Just like last time, hit it with a Bubblebeam.
	Tuco: 	How did it get gunked up -in a city- this time?
	Elisabet: 	...and then I'm all like "Oh c'mon, it's not like he needs -both- arms!"
	Ralphie: 	« 1d20 = 20 » *cue Sunshine Yoshi juice-spraying sound effects*
	Ralphie: 	*aw lawd*
	Cuban Classic: 	Clearly
Tuco: (( your cleaning upgraded the car into another car ))
Neal: (( (cool) ))
	Neal: 	...I'm not even sure how that happened, but alright! Nice cleaning there.
	Lydia: 	Did you not see the giant hulking mass of vines?
	Lydia: 	I'd bet that did it.
	Ralphie: 	*bows, returns to Pokeball*
	Tuco: 	I was kind of busy with the thugs.
	Elisabet: 	So like, why are you all traveling together. Not to be rude but, you all seem like a big group of weirdos. Actually, that was meant to be rude. Sorry. Or not.
	Lydia: 	I'm weird now? What, a girl can't work on a car without being a freak?
	Neal: 	That... uh, well, guess we sort of banded together after the plane crash.
	Elisabet: 	So you guys blew up a plane? Nifty. Was it all like reeeeeeewkeeeeeeeeeerplow?
	Neal: 	That's one way to put it.
	Elisabet: 	The best damn way.
	Lydia: 	I wouldn't say WE blew up the plane.
	Tuco: 	Oh, we thought the plane was being taken over by terrorists, but no, it was being taken down by a giant 500 foot tall behemeoth of a Pokemon
	Tuco: 	That's the kinda luck we got.
	Lydia: 	Though I guess maybe we're acquainted with the ones who did.
	Elisabet: 	So we got Nachos Grande, Neal Notsoarmstrong and Jacketladywith Noname. Yeah, preeeeeetty ragtag group ya got there.
	Lydia: 	Huh? You don't know my name? They didn't tell you?
	Elisabet: 	Big dude didn't even know, brah.
	Neal: 	Vivian, wasn't it?
	Tuco: 	Plane crashes will form groups like these.
	Lydia: 	No, that was just the name I put down on that signup sheet...
	Lydia: 	Don't tell me you put your REAL name down?
	Neal: 	*I don't even remember if I put ANY name down*
	Neal: 	Er... is there a problem with that?
	Tuco: 	Not like it was ledgible anyway.
	Elisabet: 	Don't even remember what I put down. Prolly like Queen Marmalade the Second. Esquire. Jr. The third.
	Tuco: 	. . .You weren't even-Forget it.
	Lydia: 	Sheesh...well, I guess they won't come after us now, anyways.
	Elisabet: 	Girly's damn fine at dodgin questions.
	Lydia: 	So am I a freak or am I girly?
	Elisabet: 	Better watch out for that one boys. You'll wake up in a bathtub missin your guts or somethin.
	Tuco: 	You know if you don't tell us your name I can just read your mind. And you don't want me in there. Like, you really, really don't want me in there.
	Lydia: 	I'm not HIDING my name or anything, you've just..never actually asked it. Figured you didn't care, considering it's been nearly a week now.
	Lydia: 	It's Lydia, if it's suddenly so important.
	Tuco: 	I didn't really think about it when we were being chased by Aggrons, Scizors, Magnemites, and Garchomps.
	Elisabet: 	And what's so bad about bein a freak? Way more fun that way. I like to talk to myself. Seriously. Talking to yourself means people won't rob ya and shit. Nobody wants to rob a nutbar.
	Lydia: 	Why not? Nobody would believe them.
	Tuco: 	. . .It's more they don't have anything worth stealing.
	Elisabet: 	Pretty much!
	Elisabet: 	Got the clothes on my back, my Pokes and my garbage home. I'm like a regular princess, brah.
	Neal: 	That's not... EXACTLY true, not in this case at least. Heck, I've known some eccentric people, didn't exactly mean they were flat-out broke.
	Tuco: 	Anyway, we don't we continue this conversation. . .
	Tuco: 	In the car.
	Tuco: 	Away from here.
	Neal: 	Where to?
	Tuco: 	*Takes map out of bag of 20 billion lemonades and fumbles about with it* Wherever the tourney is. We've spent enough time fucking about
	Lydia: 	HOPEFULLY it won't be anywhere near here.
	Neal: 	Did we want to bother with returning the Professor's car...?
	Elisabet: 	Hey, don't be hatin on my dumpster home.
	Tuco: 	He has his daughter. Fair enough trade if you ask me.
tirkaroKujo: 	The next marked gym is quite a miles way off. The tournament itself is on the very opposite side of Tsuen, but it's not open yet.
	Neal: 	I figured you'd say that.
	Lydia: 	...he does?
	Tuco: 	We could go back and get a reward, if you want
	Tuco: 	for an extra whole $5K or so
	Tuco: 	cause we need money so bad
	Lydia: 	No, seriously, Juri went home? When did that happen?
	Tuco: 	Garen promised to take her home or whatever
	Neal: 	I guess we did kind of lose track of her.
tirkaroKujo: 	There's about two routes to go from here- A somewhat higher-class area in the mountains and a more deserted area on a flat plane, albiet peppered with plenty of towns.
tirkaroKujo: 	There are gyms in both routes.
Lydia: (( plane...or plain? ))
Lydia: (( I guess both would work, though a flat plane would probably be a bad idea ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Plain, plain, plaaaaaaaaiiiiiiin
tirkaroKujo: 	THE PAAAAIIIIN
Lydia: (( I don't wanna be squished (SAD) ))
Lydia: (( Either way we're going through the mountains this time. ))
Lydia: (( Last time I went to plain it turned out to be Kilad. ))
	Tuco: 	Welp, on our way to the big tourney, we can go. . .Through some bumpy ass mountains and get rolled over by gravelers, or go straight through a few cities. Either way we're going cross a few gyms. Think I've already made my opinion clear.
	Neal: 	So uh... since you're participating in this tournament as well, feel like hitching a ride, Elisabet?
	Lydia: 	Does it matter which one we take?
	Lydia: 	We'll eventually have to take both.
	Elisabet: 	Well I'm participating in the loosest sense possible but sure. I'm bored of my shitty garbage home now anyway. Totally calling shotgun though
Tuco: (( I did not realize bages were needed for tourney ))
Tuco: (( are they? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	.....yes
	Lydia: 	We might want to get the mountain route over first, seems like it might be more ragged, and we want plenty of time to rest up between there and the tournament.
tirkaroKujo: 	it was right in the manual
Tuco: (( the manual I read 2 months before the game. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	indeeeeed
Neal: (( why is there an ass in that window ))
	Tuco: 	. . .I guess. And we're more likely to get wild Pokermens up there, and if we're gonna get 'em, we should get 'em soon.
Neal: (( like, two spaces above us, next to the vending machine ))
Lydia: (( which window ))
Lydia: (( Totes is, huh ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Because you really wanted to see an ass
Lydia: (( Could be a bust, though ))
Tuco: (( I see it ))
Neal: (( maybe @ both ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The Ass Man cannot go 5 minutes without ass
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Lydia: (( he's certainly not gettin mine ))
Lydia: (( and mechfucker doesn't HAVE one ))
Neal: (( (Y) @ Warlord ))
Lydia: (( So it's Tuco for you ))
Tuco: (( I am now psychically suggesting he help me rape you ))
	Neal: 	Mountains, then? *vamanos*
	Lydia: 	If that's fine with everyone. Anyone ever driven in mountains before?
	Tuco: 	Yeah. You just don't wanna drive at night if possible.
	Tuco: 	Those damn Zubats.
	Lydia: 	I'd be more worried about falling rocks. Or Rock Pokemon.
	Neal: 	...not to mention visibility issues.
	Tuco: 	You got headlights for that
	Tuco: 	You don't got no anti supersonic goggles
	Tuco: 	while you're driving on a cliffside.
	Tuco: 	not fun at all.
	Neal: 	Which only go one way, yeah. What about Graveler rolling down at you from the side?
	Elisabet: 	I've got some pretty weird ideas of fun but crashing and dying really isn't one of them.
	Neal: 	*isn't it already morning though*
	Neal: 	*may as well leave now*
	Tuco: 	We have Water Pokemon. You seen a Graveler before?
	Tuco: 	They almost get killed when it -rains-
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	Neal: 	I'm not really eager to latch Ralph to the roof of the car.
	Poliwag: 	BLOOP BLOOP BLOOP LEVEL 12
	Lydia: 	We were gonna do that to YOU, honestly. When we had to ferry everyone over here.
	Tuco: 	You didn't have to tell him that.
	Neal: 	Yeah, well, I'll take foot smell to piercing winds any day. Should we head off?
	Lydia: 	I think he knew.
	Elisabet: 	Man, you guys are just as weird as me. This is gonna be kickass.
	Tuco: 	just have him stick his head out the window and use him like some water turret.
	Tuco: 	we'll survive.
	Lydia: 	You're coming along? I..guess we can't say no, you kind of saved us. You sure?
	Neal: 	Back seat it is.
	Tuco: 	my token was devoured by the almighty car.
Lydia: (( Guess Tuco's driving ))
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	Elisabet: 	Not like I've got anything else to do, brah. Some fresh air might do me some good. Considering living in this shithole's prolly taken a few years off my life.
Lydia: (( since the wheel is on the right ))
Lydia: (( unless that's the middle ))
Neal: (( are we literal tokening now ))
Tuco: (( literal tokening is neal drives prinplup shotgun ))
Tuco: (( rest of us in engine. ))
	Lydia: 	Listen, don't start this. I'm not a brah, I WEAR a bra. Just get in the Jeep.
	Lydia: 	Who's driving?
	Tuco: 	*Gets in driver's seat*
	Elisabet: 	Totes called shotgun! *hops in*
	Lydia: 	That's that.
	Lydia: 	*GUESS I'LL SIT OVER HERE, PRINPLUP SITS ON YOUR LAP NEAL (D)
	Lydia: 	*
	Neal: 	*buckles Ralph in*
Elisabet: (( RALPH PROCEEDS TO WRECK THE CAR (D) ))
Neal: (( typically there are three seats in the back ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And so you scurry off on the open road, away from such laughable concepts such as Hong Kong cities.
Neal: (( but whatever, not like this is remotely literral ))
Tuco: (( and off to mountains to make PC san happen ))
Lydia: (( Indeed, I've never been to a Hong Kong city ))
Lydia: (( Thus, they don't exist ))
Lydia: (( Unless one of you has been to one? (SMIRK) ))
Lydia: (( not in a game ))
Tuco: (( I have never a squirrel girl ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nigga I use Google Maps
Tuco: (( I have seen mexicans and doctors. ))
Tuco: (( you don exit ))
tirkaroKujo: 	He has, however, seen Pokemon
Lydia: (( I've a squirrel girl. ))
	Neal: 	*let's delete this map and get dafuq away from here*
tirkaroKujo: 	And so you barrel off from the city, just managing to avoid the glare of more scornful denizens.
Tuco: (( No, we look for snake and the nigger ))
Tuco: (( we can rape them just not the main guy. ))
Tuco: (( revenge. ))
Tuco: (( obv ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You've now driven off past the deserted area, where bushels of Diglett dig about, though thankfully none seem to be in your way.
Tuco: (( hey anyone want a diglett ))
Tuco: (( you sure? ))
Tuco: (( really? ))
	Lydia: 	Don't run the things over, I'm pretty sure you would kil em.
Elisabet: (( I entirely assume we'd have to fight what Diglett is underground. ))
Neal: (( well let's see « 1d100 = 72 » ))
Neal: (( naw, not worth it ))
	Tuco: 	Better that than they get in somebody else's way later.
Lydia: (( And yes, cars are indeed usually nonlethal in Pokemon ))
Lydia: (( This is evidenced by running over those two and them not even getting a scratch ))
Lydia: (( (CHEW) ))
Tuco: (( nonononono ))
Tuco: (( it does less than nothing ))
Tuco: (( it gives +6 speed boost ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And so after a solid 3 hours of driving, you finally appear to be in more ritzy territory.
Tuco: (( I also assumed that zombie from waaaaaaay back in session 2 might be a thing ))
Tuco: (( he wasn't. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Off on the coast is a small town, highlighted by what appears to be a contest hall and a casino.
tirkaroKujo: 	The actual gym is a short hour-long drive from here.
	Tuco: 	You lot wanna see if they've got any better crap for us to spend our cash on?
	Lydia: 	Oh! They have casinos here? Somehow I thought they'd be too...run down for that kind of things.
	Neal: 	Well... we could probably use the opportunity to stretch our legs.
Lydia: (( -s ))
	Tuco: 	Still not super late, we could potentially keep going. Whatever you want.
	Tuco: 	If you just needa take a piss or something
Lydia: (( it's not just "not super late" ))
Lydia: (( it's not even noon yet. ))
	Neal: 	My vote is a quick stop here. See the sights.
	Lydia: 	I'm up for that!
	Elisabet: 	*jolts awake* Whowiththewhatnow? Yeah sure, why not. Okay. Yeah. What am I agreeing to?
	Lydia: 	Were you asleep?
	Lydia: 	It's bright as can be outside.
tirkaroKujo: 	and so you decide to make a detour to a town, the sign clearly reading HOPEVER- THE CITY OF DREAMS AND MIRACLES.
Lydia: (( Hop ever? ))
Lydia: (( city of rabbits ))
Lydia: (( My kinda place. ))
Tuco: (( this city will parody Tirk's conversation with PC. ))
Lydia: (( Well yeah ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's a rather lavish-looking place, mostly illuminated by the fancy casino.
	Elisabet: 	*turns around, goggles down* Real good at keepin out the light, brah.
Lydia: (( It certainly sounds like something I'd expect my niece to do, so I'd imagine Tirk thinks it's a great idea ))
	Lydia: 	Don't call me that..
	Elisabet: 	*turns to Tuco* She always got that stick up her ass?
	Lydia: 	Man, is this coat really that obscuring...
Lydia: (( that is one tiny ass map ))
	Tuco: 	. . .I was tryin' to be subtle about it.
tirkaroKujo: 	Word of warning; This map is purely for reference
	Tuco: 	But yeah you're kinda right. She does.
tirkaroKujo: 	It is in no way literal in the slightest
tirkaroKujo: 	This aint no video game son
Lydia: (( Alright ))
Lydia: (( brb, getting other taco ))
Lydia: (( can probably eat it by now ))
	Tuco: 	I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT
tirkaroKujo: 	*Lets say it looks like this, why not*
	Elisabet: 	Pfffft. Being subtle is overrated. Much more fun to just be like "Hey you, yeah you. Fuck your shit, bro." And then laaaaaaaugh as the feel bad.
Lydia: (( back ))
Lydia: (( I 100% assume I can hear her ))
Elisabet: (( I'm in the seat ahead of you. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The area is filled with people scurrying out and about, mostly commoners who may or may not be in it to make money, and various rabbit-eared showgirls.
	Lydia: 	Listen, I just don't like being referred by a masculinely-connotated word.
tirkaroKujo: 	You seem to gain a small amount of bewildered attetnion from the locals, though they're most likely just wary about a car being driven about in a relatively crowded area.
	Lydia: 	Uh, you should probably park. Seems people don't take kindly to cars around here...
Tuco: (( I am just now back ))
	Elisabet: 	I ain't even callin you a dude, lady. Or a dudelady.
	Tuco: 	You got a problem with dudes? You one of them femizerist people?
	Neal: 	Looks like there's a nice lot over by the casino- er, wait, it's full.
Tuco: (( the casino is full? ))
Tuco: (( what? ))
	Lydia: 	Yeah, I've got a problem with dudes. I'm NOT one, so I don't want to be called one. I don't call you "gal," Tuco.
Neal: (( the parking lot ))
Elisabet: (( Parking spot he means ))
tirkaroKujo: 	quite
	Neal: 	Sheesh, must be a busy place.
	Tuco: 	Finefine point taken. Either way there are a lot of people lookin' at us funny. . .
	Tuco: 	*Parks where possible* watch your pockets, and do your spark plug magic bullcockery.
	Lydia: 	Fine, fine.
	Lydia: 	« 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 » « 1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18 » pick whichever you want tirk
tirkaroKujo: 	Dat 20 indeed
Neal: (( man, at this point you probably don't even have to roll ))
Lydia: (( I take the spark plug out so well ))
Lydia: (( the car no longer needs any. ))
Neal: (( hell, you've successfully done it about a billion times, it's just a rote procedure ))
Lydia: (( dunno ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So yes, you sure do get that spark plug out
tirkaroKujo: 	As I can't think of anything clever
	Lydia: 	Now then! Someone else hold this old one. This way, if one of us turns out to be a clumsy oaf, we still have the backup.
Lydia: (( so can we go now ))
Tuco: (( NEVER ))
	Neal: 	*takes it, nestles it amongs medkit*
Tuco: (( how will you find it amongst the lemonades and medkits ))
Tuco: (( it is lost forever. ))
Neal: (( well at least it was just the backup ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon looking about, there appears to be a casino, a hotel, a marketplace, a flower garden, a contest hall, and obviously a Pokemon center.
	Lydia: 	Anywhere specific you guys want to go?
	Elisabet: 	Well shit. This place just looks like one of those hoity-toity rich people places.
	Lydia: 	Ha ha...we are rich people.
	Neal: 	I'm just going to make a quick stop at the Pokecenter, get that taken care of.
	Lydia: 	Though I guess I don't look it...
	Lydia: 	I'm going to get a new coat.
	Neal: 	Really? What's wrong with that one?
	Tuco: 	Eh, my actual Pokemon are fine. Don't really see what else to do here sides hit the casino.
tirkaroKujo: 	Well shit
tirkaroKujo: 	Can you folks just hold on a bit, or am I just asking too much
tirkaroKujo: 	It's not? Well thanks
Tuco: (( R peeing. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	or in short, brb
Tuco: (( have you heard of it ))
Lydia: (( he has not ))
Lydia: (( that was why he closed Grognardfinder forever ))
Lydia: (( in his mind, he couldn't see the RPing at all ))
	Elisabet: 	It's only like a bajillion degrees out, the hell do you need a coat for anyway?
Lydia: (( so it was just us fighting orcs for ten sessions to Tirk. ))
	Lydia: 	I like pockets.
Lydia: (( And now ))
Lydia: (( this brings up the point of where Tuco carries all shit shit ))
Lydia: (( his* ))
Tuco: (( Observe ))
Lydia: (( I've got my coat, agi has his medisuitcase ))
Lydia: (( I imagine Tuco wears the world's largest fannypac ))
	Lydia: 	k
Lydia: (( * ))
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	Barrel: 	I AM THE CONTAINER OF TUCO'S 73K
Lydia: (( dat questionbarrel ))
Lydia: (( there it goes ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Weeeelllll shit folks
tirkaroKujo: 	I'm sorry and all, but it seems I have bitten off far more than I can chew
tirkaroKujo: 	As I just had the bestest idea for an arc
Lydia: (( You...did? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	but I have literally nothing to segway it into
tirkaroKujo: 	I am dishonored
Lydia: (( we'll do that ourselves ))
	Barrel: 	RESUME IN 3 HOURS
	Elisabet: 	I've got plenty of pockets, yo. And I'm not wearin a big winter coat. Cuz I don't like dying of heat exhaustion.
	Barrel: 	OLOLOLOLOLOL
tirkaroKujo: 	exactly that
	Barrel: 	So session 8 sure is memorable
	Barrel: 	Am I right guys
Lydia: (( well damn ))
Lydia: (( Guess PTA truly is dead ))
Phatcat is disconnected.
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh come on
tirkaroKujo: 	You can't go o- be like that (D)
	Barrel: 	welp off to be silver
	Barrel: 	and watch LPs
	Barrel: 	use skype/hamachi to contact me, not xat.
tirkaroKujo: 	And I guess I will actually prepare at all
	Elisabet: 	Da fuq just happened?
	Neal: 	inquiry uncertain
tirkaroKujo: 	PC died and I fucked up
	Tuco: 	« Da Fakdballs = Invalid expression: Da Fakdballs. »
	Neal: 	probably for the best
	Neal: 	as my headache has not improved
	Elisabet: 	I'm just never gonna get to show off how kickass I am.
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