TF2 15- Scuse me while I kiss this guy

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agidius: 	what the actual fuck is this
Thrice: 	Dat negro city
tirkaroKujo: 	Negro city indeed
Thrice: 	Welp, there goes my grid
Thrice: 	Alright, well, where are we
tirkaroKujo: 	A city pitch black as the depths of hell itself
Thrice: 	...
Thrice: 	>click show grid
tirkaroKujo: 	Just place it somewhere and I'll drag it to the correct location
Thrice: 	>doesn't even show up on the buildings
agidius: 	but somehow still not as black as Plorf's voice
Thrice: 	Well, huh
Tokens dropped onto map 'Erochville, the City of Satan; It's innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn't.'
	Harley: 	OVER HERE
tirkaroKujo: 	AW SHIT
Tokens dropped onto map 'Erochville, the City of Satan; It's innocence when it charms us, ignorance when it doesn't.'
tirkaroKujo: 	I ACCIDENTALLY DREW- oh wait, apparently you still show up even if the drawings are on the token layer
tirkaroKujo: 	Aint that swell
	Harley: 	Yeah but the grid don't
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes
tirkaroKujo: 	Welcome to hell
tirkaroKujo: 	http://www.synchtube.com/r/tirkaro
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon rolling into town...the utterly empty town, you find yourself getting familiar with the near apocalyptic scenery.
tirkaroKujo: 	It feels danger may lurk at any corner.
agidius: (( I am also eating chicken ))
Harley: (( You eat chicken every fucking day ))
Harley: (( It's not even the cheapest meat, man ))
Harley: (( fuck is wrong with you ))
agidius: (( I will never not be eating chicken ))
	Harley: 	Now this...THIS is my kind of place! Shame we haven't the time to explore!
agidius: 	I have some watermelon to get to after this. Imagine my 12 year old shock when I found out what chicken and watermelon stereotyped
Harley: (( Exactly ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes, your goal is to find the ugly shed with an eternally burning fire next to it
Harley: (( Agi was just like "BUT MOMMY I DON'T WANT TO BE A NIGGER" ))
Harley: (( And then AGi's mother performed an exorcism on the chicken and watermelon ))
Harley: (( Because Christian ))
Harley: (( Well, it shouldn't be too hard to spot a fire ))
Harley: (( In the darkness ))
agidius: 	I still have no idea where the hell that association came from
tirkaroKujo: 	Simple
Harley: (( Because most black people are in the south ))
tirkaroKujo: 	They're actually southern stereotypes
Harley: (( And the south loves the fuck out of watermelon and chicken, yes ))
Harley: (( But then the whole freedom thing came, and blacks went up north, and the north were like "Holy shit, all black people love chicken and melon." ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Basically
agidius: 	what a fascinating anecdote
Harley: (( Yo uasked ))
	Harley: 	Brown one! Are you dozing off on the job?
agidius: 	(D)
agidius: 	just calm your tits (D)
Harley: (( How dark is it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The city itself is black
Harley: (( I'm like, the only person in MYM who doesn't have tits (FEDUP) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The sky however is a quite shiny shade of grey
Harley: (( I meant like ))
Harley: (( Sight-wise ))
agidius: 	are the buildings black? I assume they are the color they are
tirkaroKujo: 	So despite being blacker than the strongest coffee, everything is still quite visible
tirkaroKujo: 	The buildings are monocrhome with an emphasis on black
Harley: (( The buildings are blurple ))
Harley: (( monochrome...? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There are still grey shadings to keep them visible
Harley: (( Well, alright ))
agidius: 	that should be enou- aaand piss
Harley: (( Why can the boy not type in between bites ))
Harley: (( It may extend your eatage time, but who cares ))
agidius: (( man, I'm not going to take eight hours to eat a watermelon, screw that (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Take your time
Harley: (( SOME OF US COME PREPARED TIRK ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Who am I to separate a man from a perfectly good watermelon
Harley: (( The god of this world ))
Josten: (( okay, like, half of a minute, there's watermelon juice everywhere ))
Harley: (( Dammit Agi bring a towel next tiem ))
Harley: (( time ))
Josten: (( that's what I just went to get ))
Harley: (( Yes, well, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure ))
Harley: (( And all taht ))
Josten: (( oookey doke, time to engage in last night's implied disappointment ))
Harley: (( >engage ))
Harley: (( I'M NOT MARRYING ANYONE DAMMIT (D) ))
Harley: (( NOW CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS ALREADY ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Well everything else I said applies
agidius is disconnected.
agidius is disconnected.
tirkaroKujo: 	There are not much more than-
tirkaroKujo: 	m
	Harley: 	mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
agidius has connected.
tirkaroKujo: 	*AHEM*
agidius: (( Josten: What? Like, no man, just taking in the sights, such as they are. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	WELCOME
	Harley: 	Taking them? Grand idea!
tirkaroKujo: 	There are not much more than the cracked, dirty roads up ahead that welcome you.
tirkaroKujo: 	A few stray empty water bottles blow in the wind.
Harley: (( They just fly like birds ))
agidius: (( is Holodoro visible anywhere? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	No, no he is not
tirkaroKujo: 	Nothing is visible
	Harley: 	Odd avians lifeforms abound...
tirkaroKujo: 	Just the city
agidius: (( then I must have drastically overestimated his size in my head ))
	Harley: 	-s
tirkaroKujo: 	Indeed you did
tirkaroKujo: 	As I specifically said he is human-sized (D)
agidius: 	Huh? Like, I don't see any birds...
tirkaroKujo: 	There are indeed no birds
agidius: 	....
tirkaroKujo: 	Just PC attemtping to be funny
	Josten: 	*
tirkaroKujo: 	Focus on attempting
Harley: (( Who said I was trying to be funny ))
Harley: (( I legit believe they're just flying around. ))
Harley: (( I thought that was YOU trying to be funny ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nah
	Josten: 	Anyway, let's keep an eye out for that barn.
tirkaroKujo: 	When I'm trying to be funny I'm far more blatant
	Josten: 	*starts walking/looking around*
tirkaroKujo: 	You should know this by now
tirkaroKujo: 	I happen to be an expert on this topic
	Harley: 	Looking for the barn, not the fire! I see you enjoy a challenge! We may get along.
Josten: (( gonna grab my power cord so we don't have THAT interruption later on ))
Josten: (( 100% set up, bring it on (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	m
tirkaroKujo: 	You trek a bit further along
tirkaroKujo: 	Yet the roads remain just as black as ever
	Josten: 	...huh, like, this is a city, isn't it? Or used to be...
	Josten: 	I wonder if there are any road signs, directories or whatever.
tirkaroKujo: 	There are a few road signs lying about. They're all too rusted and worn out to make out any writing on them though
tirkaroKujo: 	The building on the left of you is an indescrip apartment of sorts
	Harley: 	Signs of metal? Odd...but distinctly more durable than wood, I must admit.
	Josten: 	Not durable enough, man. Can't make out any of this.
tirkaroKujo: 	The other two buildings are shops of sort. Whatever wares they may have, it seems there are no people managing it. obviously.
	Harley: 	Well? Did you see something of interest, then?
	Josten: 	Like, nothing you didn't, I don't think. Shops over there, probably long abandoned.
	Harley: 	Oh? Well, no matter. What point is there in taking from that which cannot stop you? None! No, I've not much interest in lost cities as these. We should be quick about this!
	Josten: 	*keeeeeps walkin' an' lookin'*
tirkaroKujo: 	Up ahead is an insersection where the ground looks especially cracked.
	Josten: 	Taking from that which...? Well, now that you mention it, there, like, MIGHT be something useful in there still...
tirkaroKujo: 	Your next bounty of buildings looks to be the remains of a bank as well as an old shopping mall
	Josten: 	We are on the clock, but could be worth the minute or so it'll take.
	Harley: 	Search if you will, I do not mind. I also will not partake! There is nothing to prove.
	Josten: 	Well, this Purple Witch or whatever sounds serious. Don't want to go in empty-hande- well, ha, you know what I mean.
Josten: (( holy crap I really CAN move that far in one move action ))
Josten: (( that's just ridonkulous ))
Harley: (( You...pretty sure they were on the right ))
Harley: (( As in, those two buildings down there (WARY) ))
Harley: (( Might have read it wrong though ))
Josten: (( well he started by saying on the left and I kind of assumed that continued ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon entering near the mall, a large rock drops down right next to you.
Harley: (( Oh, you were going for the mall ))
Josten: (( well no, I wasn't ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's quite frightening, but not really threatening.
Harley: (( I thought you were going for the general stores ))
Josten: (( but I'll take it ))
Harley: (( mippo ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Well, that was the mall
Josten: (( will still take it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	So specify if you want something different
Josten: (( I meant the stores but again I'll take the mall (dhat) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	MmmMM'
	Josten: 	Hoo, a bit unstable. Should be expected, I guess.
Harley: (( Nigga do what you want, I ain't goin in no mall ))
	Josten: 	I'll need to tread lightly... *I think that's an acro check*
Josten: (( well just look around then ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Going into the mall?
tirkaroKujo: 	That's an acro check boy
	Josten: 	« 1d20+16 = 3 + 16 = 19 »
tirkaroKujo: 	You manage to run into the main hall while just barely avoiding the crumbling floor below your feet.
tirkaroKujo: 	Luckily, it doesn't seem to drop down that far, but it looks unpleasant to get your feet stuck in
	Josten: 	Ha... that was a close one.
Josten: (( especially my bare feet ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The shops around you include a shoe store, a bookstore, lots of food stores, and a travel agency.
Harley: (( Bookstore indeed ))
Harley: (( Oh well, not like I need more spells ))
Harley: (( I have too many as it is ))
	Josten: 	Hrm... wonder what people were reading when this place closed up? *does some window shopping*
tirkaroKujo: 	It's a bunch of dusty books from ye days of olde. Such topics covered appear to be Self-indulgent autobiographies, hackjob fantasy stories, silly silver-age hero comics, and pretentious artsy diatribes.
Josten: (( read that as diabetus somehow ))
	Josten: 	...huh, some of those comic books might actually be worth something now. Maybe I'll nab a few.
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, Harley can see something that appears to be a crummy corner store.
tirkaroKujo: 	You take a stack full of silly comic books (5 books per lb)
	Harley: 	More useless disctractions! I must say, none of these buildings look anything like a barn!
	Harley: 	Awful strange for these to coexist in the first place.
Josten: (( are the books still in good condition? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The ones on the surface are quite dusty and worn. Digging further into them, the ones on the bottom seem to be in better condition, but not exactly mint quality.
	Josten: 	...alright, these'll do me. *nabs a set*
	Josten: 	*opens one of the autobiographies on a hunch, checking the publish date*
tirkaroKujo: 	May as well mention that gigantic-ass building near you. It's a..well, you can't really make out what it's for from the inside.
tirkaroKujo: 	Doesn't have many windows though.
tirkaroKujo: 	The autobiographies and mostly everything date back to the late '60s.
	Josten: 	*closes* So this city died twenty years ago then...? I guess that matches up with Mack's story. I, like, wonder what happened?
	Josten: 	*leaves bookstore, jumps over the collapsed floorway* « 1d20+27 = 20 + 27 = 47 »
	Josten: 	*pfffff that carries me to Harley*
Harley: (( You leap into the stratosphere ))
Harley: (( Roll for fall damage ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Sure let's go with that
	Josten: 	*SPACE JUMP*
	Harley: 	*hears tap on ground* Oh! So you decided to join me, then? Tell me, what do you know of this large structure?
	Josten: 	*pomf*
	Josten: 	Uh... it's my first time here too, man- oh, darn, should have picked up a map to the place while I was in the bookstore! *snaps in disappointment*
	Josten: 	Yeah, like, I have no idea what that is... *looks for any sort of hint that might give it away* « 1d20+19 = 15 + 19 = 34 »
tirkaroKujo: 	You see a small sign on the corner that seems worn out. You can make out the most important aspect though, "Recording Studio."
	Josten: 	Guess they used to record music here or something, man.
	Harley: 	Record..? Oh, you mean on those black discs I see around? Well, then! This building is useless. Let's move on.
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon standing there, a few rocks fly above your head, missing you entirely though.
tirkaroKujo: 	They seem to come from the right
	Harley: 	Is that natural?
	Josten: 	though..- argh! Where did those co- the right, okay.
	Harley: 	No need to get excited! You aren't dead yet!
	Josten: 	...no, I doubt it. Like, what's that little building there?
tirkaroKujo: 	A few more fly over your head, missing constantly yet getting increasingly accurate.
Josten: (( so they're being thrown out of the window or something? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nope, over the roof
	Harley: 	A tradeplace of some sort. Hm, whoever is lobbing these stones needs to get a better throwing arm.
	Josten: 	yeah, and if we keep standing around here, we're just going to get hit...
tirkaroKujo: 	A few more rocks fly, including some beer bottles, bricks, wrenches, and tires.
	Harley: 	If only I had that stone fist magick I'd heard so much about...I could hit them right back! That'd show them!
	Josten: 	*darts over to the side of the building to use it as cover*
	Harley: 	Well, you stay there, then! I'll go investigate.
	Josten: 	come on, get over here. *motions ove- okay, or not
tirkaroKujo: 	Nothing much you can see on either side
	Josten: 	*slinks around building on this side, stealth whoo* « 1d20+13 = 17 + 13 = 30 »
	Yaris: 	Vrmvrm *Engine on, but otherwise stationary*
	Josten: 	(...is that another one of those empty cars?) « 1d20+19 = 4 + 19 = 23 » percep
Yaris: (( it is indeed utterly emtpy ))
Harley: (( I'm not going to hide ))
Harley: (( What do you take me for ))
Yaris: (( the car notices Harley, the unstealty bastard, and quickly backs up into him ))
Josten: (( I was totally going to make that empty car joke when I first saw the token ))
Josten: (( little did I know ))
	Yaris: 	*Ref save*
	Harley: 	« 1d20+7 = 7 + 7 = 14 »
Harley: (( Welp ))
Harley: (( Man, it's too bad I can't just punch it ))
	Yaris: 	« 1d6 = 1 » get outta here
Harley: (( 1 damage? ))
Yaris: (( it's going backwards ))
Harley: (( And it ran over me? (HIPPO) ))
Josten: (( must be a smart car ))
Yaris: (( and it just bumped into you ))
	Harley: 	Watch yourself! Oh, more of these beasts
	Harley: 	.
	Yaris: 	LITTLE GIRLS LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T BE MESSING WITH GODS!
	Josten: 	...come on, did he just get run over again?
	Harley: 	A god, you say? What a challenge! Well then, come on!
	Harley: 	*draws sword; do I init now* I didn't know these roaring mechanics were gods! You'd think someone would tell me!
	Yaris: 	« 1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20 » Init HOW USELESS!
	Harley: 	« 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 »
Harley: (( I really should have used Lunge ))
Harley: (( But aw well ))
Yaris: (( meh, I'll give Agi an init ))
	Josten: 	*I actually was preparing my action for if the car drove past here, I go last*
	Yaris: 	« 1d20+16 = 5 + 16 = 21 » *Rams into you into the wall*
	Josten: 	*peeks around edge* ...like, guess that's a bust.
Harley: (( Have fun with that wall ))
Harley: (( Well I don't move actually... ))
Harley: (( So...the fuck? ))
Josten: (( the car crashes into you and stops ))
Josten: (( doing no damage ))
Harley: (( Clearly I just stop it with my hand ))
Josten: (( you're a bear ))
Yaris: (( shit man, you do move ))
Harley: (( That...wouldn't be too hard actually ))
Harley: (( Considering it had, what, ten feet to accelerate ))
Harley: (( It'd do really fucking shitty damage anyways ))
Yaris: (( or sure ))
Josten: (( if you don't move, then just subtract your dex bonus ))
Josten: (( (hippo) ))
Yaris: (( let's just say you blocked it with your sword ))
Josten: (( your armor tanks it ))
Harley: (( It's +1 ))
Harley: (( (HIPPO) ))
Josten: (( exactly ))
	Harley: 	*just BLOCKS THE CAR I guess*
	Harley: 	Ha! Some god you are! Well, let's see if you like this as much as your companion!
	Harley: 	« 1d20+2+6+11 = 10 + 2 + 6 + 11 = 29 » *concentration Check, casting Shocking Grasp, check is 17*
Josten: (( so basically what you're saying is you have to Nat 1 ))
Harley: (( Especially with the bonus from Magus ))
	Harley: 	Shocking Grasp! « 1d20+6+8-2+3+3 = 9 + 6 + 8 - 2 + 3 + 3 = 27 »
Harley: (( That hit it ))
Yaris: (( sure ))
Josten: (( are these things not statted at all? ))
Yaris: (( they are statted ))
	Harley: 	« 1d6+3+10d6+6 = 6 + 3 + 39 + 6 = 54 »
Yaris: (( just at the last minute ))
Josten: (( mips ))
	Harley: 	*Slams sword into the hood of the car I guess*
	Harley: 	« 1d20+3+3+6+8 = 15 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 8 = 35 » right
	Josten: 	*dashes the FUCK around this building*
	Yaris: 	Look! Erochville is burning!
Harley: (( Er, -2 on that ))
Harley: (( But not like it matters ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+3+3+6+8-2 = 17 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 8 - 2 = 35 » crit check
Harley: (( obv ))
	Harley: 	« 1d6+6+3 = 2 + 6 + 3 = 11 »
Josten: (( do I need a feat to charge or...? oh, it's your turn anyhow ))
Yaris: (( does that shit seriously crit at 15 ))
Josten: (( you keep throwing me off by not doing your attack arounds all at once ))
	Harley: 	« 11+1d6+6+3 = 11 + 6 + 6 + 3 = 26 »
Harley: (( All scimitars do with Improved Critical, yeah ))
Yaris: (( accursed improved critcal ))
Harley: (( The spell didnt' crit though, because only the second hit did ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The car gets dented beyond all use anymore.
	Yaris: 	Even if I burn down the wreckage and ash will still remain!
	Yaris: 	2400 exp
Harley: (( didn't we get 2500 from that last one? ))
Harley: (( Or was that a typo ))
agidius is disconnected.
agidius is disconnected.
Harley: (( obv ))
tirkaroKujo: 	No, it's a different car
tirkaroKujo: 	Are you blind
agidius has connected.
Harley: (( That IS after getting split right ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes
tirkaroKujo: 	It is after getting split
	Harley: 	These sure are some disappointing gods! I'd have thought better of them.
	Josten: 	Are these gods? Like, I'm starting to have my doubts... maybe some sort of servant? A chaueffeur? (- fuck spelling that word, I don't care)
Harley: (( don't think that first e is there ))
Harley: (( not sure, don't care much ))
	Harley: 	Well, it said it was a god, so that would point to it being one...
	Harley: 	But if it's not, well, it lied. And that's godly, too! Well, some of them. But this does not concern me much. Whatever it is, there are greater foes out there, that it all that matters.
	Harley: 	is*
	Josten: 	...another empty one. Are these things, like, driving themselves or is there another force behind it...? Whatever, man, let's find that package.
tirkaroKujo: 	The section up ahead is littered with a pool of cars, moving about on thier own business.
	Harley: 	More! Hahaha! Do they mean to challenge us?
	Josten: 	Like, I don't think so, not yet, anyway, and I'd like to keep it that wayl
	Josten: 	*were there any doors on this side of the record building? I forget*
Harley: (( >DOORS ))
Harley: (( YOU'RE A MONK, I'M MAGIC ))
Harley: (( CLIMB AND FLY NIGGA, CLIMB AND FLY ))
Josten: (( I asked if there were doors (D) ))
Josten: (( you don't NEED to waste crap, you know ))
Josten: (( you can just walk ))
Josten: (( walking is always good ))
tirkaroKujo: 	>That feel when karate chopping toilet paper with your piss
Josten: (( been there ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, there are some doors in the front leading into it.
Harley: (( Waste? ))
Harley: (( Nigga I'm not going to die for using this shit ))
Harley: (( I can always teleport out if I need to, plus I can recall Fly for 1 Arcane Point ))
Harley: (( As a Swift Action ))
Harley: (( And I have twelve AP ))
	Josten: 	Guess we'll need to pay this building a visit after all, man, unless you want to slash your sword across every single one of those cars.
	Harley: 	Well, they go down easy enough!
	Josten: 	...true, but kill enough of these minor gods, if they even are gods, and we might have a major problem on our hands. And we don't even have the package yet.
	Harley: 	...major problem?! You say that as if it's a bad thing! There's no point proving oneself superior to beings which are weaker in the first place! But you have a point..fine, let us bypass this obstacle, for now.
tirkaroKujo: 	The cars continue to drive about, almost going thier way in circles.
	Josten: 	Who knows, ha. They might all reform themselves from the broken parts into a giant metal monster, like one of those horrible low-budget movies.
	Harley: 	*guess let's try and open these no-doubt locked doors*
tirkaroKujo: 	The doors were once locked, but they've long since rusted open.
	Harley: 	Shame. Nobody seems to keep the proper security around here.
	Josten: 	No point, really. Like, I doubt many people come around here...
tirkaroKujo: 	The halls of the studio is sprinkled about with pictures of pop art, psychodelic record covers framed on the wall, and dirty desks and couches.
	Harley: 	This is quite the different place! No point in admiring, though.
tirkaroKujo: 	Following further, a bit of the floor appears to be crumbling. It's best to keep wary around here.
	Josten: 	Huh? Yeah...
	Harley: 	Ah, and here I was in the mind to go over! Let's go through!
Harley: (( Is this Acro, or what ))
Harley: (( Unless I just like, smash the place in ))
Harley: (( but I do not have any sort of spell to let me do that ))
	Josten: 	...sure you're light enough in that armor? Looks like it's about to collapse at any moment.
tirkaroKujo: 	Going straightforward ahead, the area around you begins to crumble a bit.
tirkaroKujo: 	Nothing too lethal yet
	Harley: 	Hm? And? Isn't that the challenge?
Josten: (( well, we ARE on the first floor, so ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Going ahead further, the ceiling above you starts to fall on top of you.
tirkaroKujo: 	Roll for acro
tirkaroKujo: 	*reflex
tirkaroKujo: 	Why would I even
	Josten: 	The floors were collapsing back in the mall, too... wasn't much of a drop there, but I dunno, might be a baseme- « 1d20+9 = 2 + 9 = 11 »
Josten: (( mips ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22 »
tirkaroKujo: 	Josten takes « 2d6 = 8 » damage
	Harley: 	Come on! Can't you keep up?
	Josten: 	*manages to shield it with an arm I guess to avoid more damage*
	Josten: 	*c-cough* Like, coming, man.
tirkaroKujo: 	The slight wreckage makes your current location a bit confusing.
tirkaroKujo: 	Roll a survival check to avoid getting lost if you don't just plan to break the walls down.
Josten: (( pffff that's Wisdom right ))
Josten: (( I hope you have survival ))
tirkaroKujo: 	indeed it is
	Josten: 	« 1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18 »
Harley: (( Technically I could just cast Stoneskin and spend 250 GP ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21 »
Harley: (( I do not ))
Harley: (( But I am a MAN, and MANS do not need skills ))
Harley: (( Stop being a LAD (D ))
Harley: (( (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Harley can see the path quite clearly. Josten too, but Harley somewhat more so it seems.
Harley: (( Then again, nat 20s do not affect skills ))
Harley: (( Nor do nat 1s ))
Harley: (( So no matter ))
Josten: (( ... ))
Josten: (( they don't? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	nope
Harley: (( Nope ))
Josten: (( well that's news to me (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	its news to everyone
Josten: (( when did you discover this? ))
Harley: (( Yesterday ))
tirkaroKujo: 	buried deep within nowhere
Josten: (( miiips ))
tirkaroKujo: 	much like all the other PF rules
	Harley: 	This way!
Josten: (( so... they ONLY matter on attack rolls then? (hippo) ))
	Harley: 	*winds through passages or something*
Harley: (( Attack rolls, Combat Maneuver checks ))
	Josten: 	Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. (Wasn't I supposed to be in the lead with that mage armor?)
Harley: (( If I need to I can cast Shield and Stoneskin and be invulnerable for 110 minutes, so it doesn't matter who is up front ))
Harley: (( Well, to anything that can't do more than 10 damage in one hit ))
Josten: (( well I don't know that ))
Harley: (( Which by this point isn't much, but hey, I still ignore 10 damage ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You do indeed make it through to the other side of this funky studio with ease.
Harley: (( Up to 110, that's going to be a bitch to keep track of ))
Harley: (( What's the door lookin like chief ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Same as the last one
	Josten: 	*pulls door open*
	Harley: 	Doors that open inward..nonsense! What about those gathering inside?
tirkaroKujo: 	Up ahead you see three buildings. The small one to the right is a dingy dollar store, the one on the left is a diner, and the one up ahead is an old-fashioned storing house.
tirkaroKujo: 	It's build makes it have a barnlike quality.
	Josten: 	...like, come to think of it, if THIS building is all unlocked... what's the shed doing locked?
	Harley: 	Well, putting their bad taste in architectural design aside, let us continue searching for the barn!
	Josten: 	Think we've found it, chief. *points*
	Harley: 	That is a tiny, tiny flame.
	Josten: 	Well, if it never goes out... let's just, like, hope it doesn't spread.
	Josten: 	*peers back over where the cars were*
tirkaroKujo: 	The cars are still moving about you hippie
tirkaroKujo: 	The section up ahead has little distractions or anything of real worth.
	Harley: 	I am surprised we even need a key for this!
	Harley: 	Seems I could simply tear into the place.
	Josten: 	Maybe if this thing doesn't fit.
	Josten: 	*approaches door*
tirkaroKujo: 	The door lays right in the center of the barnhouse. It's a steel, metal door.
Harley: (( Steel AND metal ))
Harley: (( We're dealing with good designers here ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Whatever this was used for, the owner clearly didn't want anyone entering it.
Josten: (( ultrametal (shock) ))
	Josten: 	Alright, like, moment of truth!
	Josten: 	*is it a padlock or something or a Zelda-esque door with a hole in the middle*
	Josten: 	*yes, this matters to me, shove it* (D)
tirkaroKujo: 	It's a normal-assed door with a hole in it.
	Harley: 	Must I make a Harley-shaped hole in the wall and get the case myself?
	Josten: 	*inserts black key of doomy-death, turns*
tirkaroKujo: 	Upon turning the key, your eyes are subjected to some, like, totally groovy sights man.
tirkaroKujo: 	Mainly a girl lying in the center of a shallow river, while a few kids narrate "Is that the result of bullying?" "I saw some gals shoving her around yesterday"
tirkaroKujo: 	The girl gets up, wrings her skirt, while said narration continues on about "Isn't she in high school? At that age it's quite pathetic."
Harley: (( brb, cake ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Staying in that funky trance leads you to a diatribe about Erochville, the city of satan.
Josten: (( bring some back (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	"Nobody knows how it came about, but many blame it on Lucifer himself. It's said the witch came about from years of hazy flame"
tirkaroKujo: 	"They called her the wicked witch of Satan's city, and to gain the witch's blessing was considered the highest of honors amongst the chaotic"
tirkaroKujo: 	"Others call her a hero. A hero of chaos. Back when Heroes meant something other than a means to sell merchendise, and had a wide range of ideals and goals, other than to further the greater good."
Josten: (( her name... was Kokopelli (D) ))
Harley: (( Back ))
Josten: (( who died her hair or something, I dunno ))
Josten: (( any side effects to the acid trip? Headache, dizziness? ))
Harley: (( Does Harley see this ))
tirkaroKujo: 	He sure does
tirkaroKujo: 	probably should have specified that
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, the chaotic nature of the trip spins your head a bit, but nothing too affecting.
	Harley: 	Hahaha...this is the kind of feeling I like! Uncontrolled! Still, an odd time for storytelling.
	Josten: 	*rubs temple* Whoa, that was a doozy. What was that...? Reminds me of Molly's story.
	Harley: 	What were they speaking of, about heroes and commerciality? a profitable trade it can be, surely, but...well, no matter. Witches I am more clear on.
	Harley: 	A*
	Harley: 	Though I've no idea as to what to think of them on the whole, some are good, some bad! Much like anything else...! What are your thoughts on this?
	Josten: 	...like, recently the meaning of the word "hero" has kind of taken a downturn. A famous face for marketers to exploit and turn into a profit.
	Harley: 	..marketers? No matter, I said no matter! This is not the time for discussion!
	Harley: 	I meant thoughts on what we should do! Carry on, or stand still?
	Josten: 	Uh... haha, sorry about that! Old prejudices... yeah, we came this far, not like we can go back empty handed! *cue Brock smile*
	Harley: 	Don't close your eyes! Never know what may be around, and if you miss a chance, how will you ever challenge that foe again?!
Harley: (( So how do I die in here then ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Going inside y- just spawn on the left (D)
Harley: (( ...the left? ))
Harley: (( Well okay ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Check the damned maps (D)
Josten: (( well TELL US there's a map (dhat) ))
Josten: (( we haven't used maps in weeks ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Telling is for squares
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Harley: (( WHICH LEFT? ))
Josten: (( daaaaaat grid ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You arrive in the barnyard at last. It's a vast, empty, lonely place.
Harley: 	*what's this sign then, and can I read it and does it exist*
	Harley: 	*
Josten: (( *refers to TSR* ))
tirkaroKujo: 	The sign says どうもありがとう! I doubt you know what that means.
tirkaroKujo: 	Either way, it looks quite new and flashy.
tirkaroKujo: 	Most of all, purple.
Harley: (( Considering I come from a time before japan existed and there is no reason for me to have learned Japanese ))
Harley: (( I doubt I do too ))
	Harley: 	What odd lettering! But most odd is the condition.
Josten: (( apparently it means "many thanks" ))
Josten: (( I expected "Stop asking for shit you niggers" ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You just do not know what "Domo arigato" means so much that you had to babelfish it.
tirkaroKujo: 	Thats like babelfishing Sushi
Josten: (( tha- what ))
Josten: (( what ))
Harley: (( I don't recognize that either ))
Josten: (( am I EXPECTED to know what each letter in the japanese alphabet is ))
Harley: (( (HIPPO) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	....you don't know DOMO ARIGATO?
Harley: (( I mean I know what "domo arigato" means ))
Harley: (( But I don't know the symbols ))
Josten: (( if you put it in english writing ))
Josten: (( then yes ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Shamfur dispray
Josten: (( *or rather roman alphabet, whatever it is ))
	Josten: 	What's so odd about its conditio- oh, wow, like, that's swanky.
	Josten: 	*he said while facing away*
Harley: (( Give me a minute while I make a new phatchat ))
Harley: (( As Khold is an arse ))
tirkaroKujo: 	>new phatchat
Josten: (( you are indeed incapable of banning ))
Josten: (( just ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Where is that scout quote when you need it
Josten: (( put mod powers to use ))
Josten: (( you will be the first ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
tirkaroKujo: 	just ban the guy and all is well
Harley: (( They'll just link it to /b/ or something ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Dude
tirkaroKujo: 	dude
	Scout: 	Okay, this does not look good here, um
tirkaroKujo: 	The MAIN CHAT was linked to /b/
tirkaroKujo: 	Do you know what happened?
tirkaroKujo: 	NOBODY CAME IN
	Scout: 	>implying /b/ gives two shits
Harley: (( I just don't LIKE THOSE PEOPLE ))
tirkaroKujo: 	-NOBODY-
tirkaroKujo: 	NOT ONE PERSON
tirkaroKujo: 	Khold had to FAKE a /b/ tard coming in just to get any reaction
	Scout: 	man, if you're going to be THAT pants-on-head retarded
	Scout: 	I can ban them for you
	Scout: 	no harm done
Harley: (( Man I can ban them myself ))
Harley: (( I just...don't want them in there ))
Harley: (( at all ))
tirkaroKujo: 	At the very most, we'll be shit lucky if ONE /b/ tard comes in
Harley: (( It TARNISHES THE GLORY ))
	Scout: 	they will leave while we are finding paths
tirkaroKujo: 	and he'll inevitably get bored and leave after 1 minute
tirkaroKujo: 	As there is nothing in the Phatchat
tirkaroKujo: 	Seriously, your myopia is just astounding.
Harley: (( I don't really care much about any of it ))
Harley: (( Silver wanted a new one, I had to come up with SOME excuse ))
Harley: (( Though yeah, I'd rather Dave and Smashbot and the like not be able to get in there ))
Harley: (( Though Dave already can ))
	Scout: 	Why would he want a new one (lolwut)
tirkaroKujo: 	When did silver ever imply that
tirkaroKujo: 	Other than a joking "LULZ NEW PHATCHAT"
Harley: (( I give the people what they want, even if they don't acutally want it ))
Harley: (( But are you two going to drag this on forever? No, you're not ))
	Harley: 	Well, no matter! Onward!
tirkaroKujo: 	The desolate, empty place continues to be desolate and empty.
	Harley: 	Now, why go through the trouble of putting in a new signboard if you are going to leave the rest of the place in rags?
	Harley: 	I fear we're dealing with a madman here.
	Harley: 	Or madwoman.
	Scout: 	Like, maybe- oh hey, I'm still Scout
	Scout: 	*sucker-punches the man in armor* « 1d20+16 = 13 + 16 = 29 » *or something, didn't actually save my roll*
tirkaroKujo: 	YOU ARE DEAD HAHAHAHA
Scout: 	*aaaawwww*
	Harley: 	*CRUSHES YOUR TINY BABBY FIST*
	Josten: 	Like, you might be right.
	Harley: 	I'd like to meet them, then! Madpeople are always interesting.
	Josten: 	What's the deal with that purple witch thing cropping up, anyhow? Like, we've heard her name a lot, but don't really know anything about her...
	Harley: 	I know nothing either! Perhaps she was before my time! Or after!
	Josten: 	*hops this latticing* [1d20+27
	Josten: 	]
	Josten: 	« 1d20+27 = 18 + 27 = 45 »
	Harley: 	You are a jumpy one.
	Harley: 	*walks over it*
Harley: (( Well, damn, don't start talking the instant I start walking ))
Harley: (( Makes me think I died ))
tirkaroKujo: 	YOU ARE DEAD HAHAHHAHAHA
	Josten: 	Just getting some basic warm-ups in... like, don't know what to expect here.
tirkaroKujo: 	But no really, the floor swallowed you up, impaled you, raped your anus, and decapitated you.
tirkaroKujo: 	« 10d8+9001 = 36 + 9001 = 9037 »
Josten: (( lern2jump ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But then you came back to life just because
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
	Weston: 	Well
	Weston: 	Let me be statted then
Harley: (( I have to assume that wasn't canon, especially since I'd have survived that attack anyways ))
Harley: (( Always got a sword to go into, if I'm willing ))
Harley: (( Or if I die, rather ))
Harley: (( would kill the body ))
Harley: (( But maybe josten can learn to use a sword ))
Josten: (( don't count on it bucko ))
	Josten: 	*peeks around edge all stealthy like*
	Harley: 	What are you pausing for?
* agidius rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+16 = 4 + 16 = 20 » => Invalid expression: « 1d20+16 = 4 + 16 = 20 ».
	Harley: 	You are slowing our progress, stop that.
Josten: (( well that was 13 but whatever' ))
	Cuban Classic: 	*Sadly I am not quite vrmvrming*
	Josten: 	Do you, like, not know anything about keeping it quiet? We don't HAVE to wake up everything in the building... looks like that car ahead is still idling, at least.
	Harley: 	Does it matter? They are not powerful.
	Josten: 	Again, man, they're not strong on their own, but one makes enough noise to let every OTHER one know we're here.
	Harley: 	Ha! That simply makes it better when one triumphs over the lot of them, eh?
tirkaroKujo: 	You are indeed walking
	Harley: 	Walking right up to it, then? Fine by me!
	Josten: 	*jumps over* « 1d20+27 = 10 + 27 = 37 »
Harley: (( you hit your head on the ceiling ))
Harley: (( since you can clearly tell by the walls it's like, barely 7 feet high ))
tirkaroKujo: 	now that would be something wouldn't it
Josten: (( there are like, inclines and crap (D) ))
	Harley: 	What nonsense...fine, I will fight it from this side, you take that one!
Josten: (( if nothing else I can just jump Superman-style ))
	Harley: 	HEY! Wake up, you lazy cur!
Josten: (( what's that actually called, tumbling? whatever ))
	Cuban Classic: 	*Nope nothin'*
	Josten: 	It's a CAR, not a cur. Come on, like, just squeeze through or something.
	Harley: 	So, you won't accept my challenge? Fine, then rot here! I've better things to do!
Harley: (( I probably cannot fit ))
Harley: (( I am not a skinny fuck, considering I have 22 Str and 20 Con ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's like, almost 5 feet on the grid
Josten: (( well push it over a few feet ))
Harley: (( COun turn sideways ))
Harley: (( it's 2.5 feet exactly ))
tirkaroKujo: 	If you're seriously more than 5 feet wide then shit
Harley: (( Unless the wall there isn't...actually the start of a wall ))
Josten: (( Harley is indeed Bender in human form ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Just go through you nigger
Harley: (( Fine ))
	Josten: 	I think he said the package was in an isolated room. I'm gonna, like, check in here.
tirkaroKujo: 	There are indeed packages. None of them are black though.
Josten: (( mfw I entirely forgot it was black ))
	Josten: 	...huh, nothing. Whatever, like, must be farther back
	Harley: 	What are you doing?
Josten: (( " I think he said the package was in an isolated room. I'm gonna, like, check in here." ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes, that is in fact what you said
	Josten: 	Haha, well, we won't know where it is unless we do some searching.
Harley: (( Like I was anywhere near you ))
Harley: (( Fuck am I supposed to hear that ))
Josten: (( you were right next to me when I said it ))
Josten: (( did you afk ))
Harley: (( Besides, only those who share eye contact can be heard! ))
	Josten: 	Nothing here, though. Guess it couldn't be that easy.
	Harley: 	I hope not!
tirkaroKujo: 	>Exclaimation marks
tirkaroKujo: 	What are you a nigger
Harley: (( No, I just know how to use them correctly ))
Josten: (( *points ))
Josten: (( no one has ever used an exclamation point in serious conversation ))
Josten: (( ever ))
	Harley: 	Why is there water everywhere?
tirkaroKujo: 	Yep, that's water alright.
	Harley: 	And this is a rather large shed!
Harley: (( I have, Agi ))
Harley: (( in real life ))
Harley: (( Because, you know, people tend to get excited at times ))
Josten: (( real life doesn't USE punctuation marks (D) ))
	Josten: 	Guess it must be left over from when it was a barn or something.
	Harley: 	...I will have to lecture you on barns later!
	Harley: 	For now we continue.
tirkaroKujo: 	Up ahead are random flyers on the floor
tirkaroKujo: 	They seem to be for a hospital.
tirkaroKujo: 	Who knew hospitals had flyers.
Harley: (( I will have to lecture YOU on hospitals ))
	Josten: 	What are these doing here? *picks one up for closer look*
Harley: (( But for now we continue ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Like anyone cares about hospitals
	Harley: 	*looks down at the damned flyers on the floor, can I read them*
Josten: (( I already have enough lecturing in my life, shove it (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears to be a completely serious flyer about various forms of medical care.
Josten: (( publish date at all? (hmm) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nope
Josten: (( a'ight ))
	Josten: 	Can't make heads or tails of this, ha.
Harley: (( Cna I actually READ it ))
Harley: (( As in, do I know what it's about ))
Harley: (( Or is it all in Japanese ))
Harley: (( For whatever reason ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Depends, did they have hospitals in 9001 BC
tirkaroKujo: 	Nah, it's in commonglish
Harley: (( They had medicine ))
	Harley: 	Hm! I AM unfamiliar with the medicinal procedures of today! I'll take one of these for the road, I think.
	Harley: 	*Takes of these for the road, I'm certain*
	Harley: 	A fork, which way?
tirkaroKujo: 	Hold on a sec
tirkaroKujo: 	okay back
Harley: (( Not in any way, shape, or form ))
	Josten: 	Well... *looks left* « 1d20+19 = 3 + 19 = 22 » *looks right* « 1d20+19 = 7 + 19 = 26 »
	Harley: 	« 1d20+12 = 11 + 12 = 23 » *right* « 1d20+12 = 18 + 12 = 30 » *left*
Harley: (( Suck it ))
Josten: (( I dun wanna ))
Harley: (( Though you got ihgher on the right ))
Harley: (( So good job ))
tirkaroKujo: 	To the left appears to be a few hospital beds with near-mummified looking men resting on them. The right is more dirt and boxes.
Josten: (( this seems interesting, I should piss now instead of in three minutes when it will become a necessity ))
Harley: (( Fine, brb, more cake ))
Josten: (( I TOLD you to bring back some cake (D) ))
	Josten: 	W-what?!
tirkaroKujo: 	Also standing next to the wrapped up men is a small black cat.
	Hendrix: 	Nao?
Josten: (( clap ))
	Harley: 	What is so surprising? Have you never visited the pyramids?
Harley: (( mips ))
Harley: (( m ))
	Josten: 	Pyrami- like, this is supposed to be a BARN, man. Don't think many kings were buried in those.
	BandagedMan: 	Mmmffmmfmffff
	Harley: 	It speaks! The undead may be a worthy adversary after so long!
	Josten: 	...like, they're still alive??
tirkaroKujo: 	A female voice comes off from the side, saying "Oh, are you here for a diagnosis? Don't hesitate yourselves, come in, come in quick!
Harley: (( As in, from the wall ))
Harley: (( Or to the northeast ))
tirkaroKujo: 	No, behind the boxes
	Josten: 	H-hello?
tirkaroKujo: 	You can also hear her tapping her pen on a desk, somehow.
tirkaroKujo: 	"If you're here to recieve a checkup, you better hurry and reserve before someone else comes"
	Harley: 	Show yourself, if you don't mind? I don't like talking to those who will not look at me.
tirkaroKujo: 	"Sorry, but I cannot diagnose you from beyond my desk."
	Hendrix: 	Naaaooo
	Harley: 	Well, then get out from behind your desk!
	Harley: 	That is what I was asking anyways, it all works out!
	Josten: 	*cautiously walks a few steps forward*
tirkaroKujo: 	"Oh my. By the tone of your voice I can tell you're gravely ill already."
	Nurse: 	Hmm, let me check up a bit....oh, this looks bad.
	Harley: 	Ha! Ill with adventure, mayhaps! Whatever else could be wrong with me?
	BandagedMan 1: 	*Waves around* MMFFFFMMFFPH!
Harley: (( I WILL BATTLE THIS WOMAN SWORD TO CHAINSAW IF NEED BE (D) ))
	Harley: 	Why is that man waving at me?
	Josten: 	Yeah, uh, what's going on...?
	Harley: 	*waves back* Hello, there!
	Josten: 	Like, what are you even doing here, anyway? How... how did you get in, man?
	Nurse: 	*Checks clipboard* Oh my, you'll have to go under special care quick. I'm afraid your under a case of Super Absurdly Ignorant Dilapidator Syndrome, or Super AIDS. *Taps pen*
	Nurse: 	It's a common disease where children meet their end for trying too hard.
	Hendrix: 	Nao.
	BandagedMan: 	MFFFMMFFFFPPH!
	Josten: 	Ha, well, there are no kids here, ma'am.
	Nurse: 	Oh that you are sorely mistaken. Trust me, I'm a professional on this subject.
Harley: (( I...with my 23 Intelligent ))
Harley: (( ce ))
Harley: (( I probably know what all those words mean ))
Harley: (( Though only the last one is important ))
	Nurse: 	There is only one real cure for this disease in the world.
Josten: (( pen? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Tapping her clipboard with her pen (D)
Harley: (( that thing people use to write with ink in this time ))
Josten: (( Which word man, there are like eight sentences you could be referring to (D) ))
Harley: (( Er, the word dilapidator ))
Harley: (( Which I assume most of MYM wouldn't know, but basically just means someone who ruins things ))
Harley: (( Though I guess I don't know it ))
Harley: (( In-character at least ))
Josten: (( and I have 10 int ))
Josten: (( so screw that ))
	Harley: 	Children?! I am...twenty-seven, was it? Yes, seems that's it!
Harley: (( And Tirk died ))
	Josten: 	Lady, I feel fine. Thanks for the offer, but I'm sure I'll manage. You haven't happened to see a black package around here, have you?
tirkaroKujo: 	Maybe
Josten: (( that feel when searching your browser history for a page that was linked once in the chat ))
Josten: (( though I SUPPOSE that means the anti-phishing thing will be there next to it ))
	Nurse: 	*Taps pen some more* Oh my, and a fascination with dark-complexed male genitalia? This is worse than I thought.
	Nurse: 	The only cure for this is the loving embrace of a real woman.
	Harley: 	You were on that side of the street? Well, doesn't surprise me much!
tirkaroKujo: 	The nurse proceeds to leap out, provoking a reflex save.
	Harley: 	Either way, let us be on our way.
	Josten: 	« 1d20+9 = 20 + 9 = 29 » Oop!
tirkaroKujo: 	« 1d2 = 1 » 1 Harley, 2 Josten
Harley: (( Well fak u ))
	Harley: 	« 1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13 »
Josten: (( mips ))
Harley: (( Nope ))
	Nurse: 	STAY RIGHT THERE
Harley: (( Of course ))
Josten: (( the way she phrased it totally indicated she was coming after Josten ))
Josten: (( but hey ))
	Harley: 	What are you leaping at me for?!
	Purple Haze: 	I'M GONNA MAKE YOU FEEL ALL BETTER! « 1d20+20 = 9 + 20 = 29 » *dat grapple*
Harley: (( Well, that gets me ))
Purple Haze: (( probably does n- shit nigga ))
Harley: (( >CMD with 3/4 BAB and 1 Dex ))
Harley: (( Yeah, fuck do you expect (HIPPO) ))
	Purple Haze: 	*Grapples onto you* JUST STAY STILL!
Josten: (( she has improved grapple I must assume ))
Purple Haze: (( why wouldn't she ))
Josten: (( just checking ))
	Harley: 	Urgh! Now this is just insulting and presuming!
	Josten: 	Ha, that took a turn for the creepy.
	Josten: 	Can't you just, like, shake her off?
Harley: (( >escape artist ))
Harley: (( >with one Dex ))
	Purple Haze: 	IT'S MY SPECIAL TREAT!
Josten: (( With the earth's strength...! ))
Harley: (( Just wait until it's my turn in the init ))
	Harley: 	But I suppose I cannot object...still, save it for later, I've things to do!
Harley: (( But Stoneskin doesn't make me stronger ))
Josten: (( how is she holding on, anyway? ))
Harley: (( Probably some sort of bear hug ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Pretty much
Josten: (( well, theoretically you could just walk around with her attached to you ))
Harley: (( Probably ))
Harley: (( But she's a monster, she probably has more Str than me ))
	Harley: 	Alright, seriously, get off of me for now. If you wish to tag along, I don't mind!
	Josten: 	*shrugs seeing as she has not actually done anything yet besides hug him*
	Purple Haze: 	Nyeeeh? So you wish to eventually be eaten from the inside out from that horrible disease of yours?!
	Purple Haze: 	Nyai see....
	Harley: 	Well, I don't get along with this man very well, anyways!
	Harley: 	So it would not bother me too much, no!
	Purple Haze: 	How impressive, you're like...you remind me of someone! Someone back in grade school actually.
	Purple Haze: 	Sorta like a...
	Josten: 	*walks over to check on the mummies* When you two, like, lovebirds are done hugging or whatever, just call over. Gonna check on these mummies.
	BandagedMan 1: 	Oh my god! Don't tell me!
	BandagedMan 1: 	I think that man is fondling her cupcakes!
	BandagedMan 1: 	Oh hey, I can speak now!
Harley: (( She has cupcakes?! Son of a bitch ))
Harley: (( You gotta tell me about this shit sooner ))
	Purple Haze: 	OF COURSE YOU COULD! Woah, you could!?
	BandagedMan: 	Hey so can I!
	Josten: 	Well hey, that's a plus. Wanna tell us what's going on? You were flailing around earlier.
	BandagedMan: 	Time to get these damned bandages off!
	Harley: 	Oh! You speak (Whatever the fuck this language is) now!
	Harley: 	I was getting a bit tired of that mumbling.
Josten: (( was fully expecting zombies ))
	Minov: 	This place is cursed I tell ye!
	Itsuki: 	Well shucks, we were just about to have some fine, fiiine curry.
	Josten: 	Haha, wow, you got out of those bandages real quick-like.
Harley: (( Well ))
Harley: (( That's odd ))
	Itsuki: 	You mind sitting with us a bit?
Harley: (( Guess we really are in hell, then ))
	Hendrix: 	Naaaooo
Harley: (( This will be a tale to tell ))
	Purple Haze: 	Gee, why are you in such a rush?
	Itsuki: 	So yes you two, this slut you're fooling with is none other than the Purple Witch!
	Itsuki: 	As opposed to say, the pink and teal witch.
	Josten: 	Like, I was about to say.
	Minov: 	I bet she does it like a weasel! She's an evil being I tell you!
	Harley: 	Well, hello there, purple witch! Now, really, we should go and find that case already!
	Purple Haze: 	Oh flattery will get you nowhere guys~.
	Josten: 	...uh huh... and, like, what are you doing here, miss Witch?
	Itsuki: 	A PACKAGE?
	Purple Haze: 	A package!
	Josten: 	I'm still, like, trying to piece together how Douglas fits into this.
	Harley: 	Case, actually!
	Minov: 	A package????
	Itsuki: 	Ahaaaa~!
	Itsuki: 	AHAAAAA~~N!
	Harley: 	NO YOU BUFFOONS, A CASE!
	Harley: 	Ah...no matter! Let us go, quickly!
	Minov: 	Wait, is it a package or a case? I'm confused!?
	Itsuki: 	Actually, it's that vase-vahs, tomato-tomahto thing.
	Josten: 	Dude, they're like, basically synonymous terms.
	Minov: 	But that has nothing to do with pronounciation!
	Itsuki: 	It's sort of like Coke and Soda, saying it's Coke but really it's still a carbonated drink.
	Itsuki: 	Ain't that right?
	Josten: 	...yeah, let's just head for the back room or whatever, man.
	Hendrix: 	Naaao
	Itsuki: 	Huh? Going already? Well uh, what do you think Purple Haze?
	Harley: 	What is going on with you, cat? Well, goodbye, anyways!
	Purple Haze: 	What do I think?
	Itsuki: 	You know, about common language complexities.
	Purple Haze: 	Something about hair?
	Itsuki: 	Not really like...hair complexities, something more akin to...
	Purple Haze: 	SABIN?!
	Harley: 	This really is a complex cavern for such a small object.
Harley: (( EDGAR?! ))
	Josten: 	You're telling me, man.
	Itsuki: 	Nothing to do with final fan- hey, what the hell! The players are moving away already!
	Minov: 	Aw come on! Right when we were about to be important plot points too!
	Purple Haze: 	Well, wouldn't you at this rate?
Josten: (( shame you're not a black package ))
	Itsuki: 	At least I still have you side chat....
Josten: (( we can talk to you on the way out ))
	Minov: 	Yeah so, about those complexities, you like, do it with your mouth and.....
	Hendrix: 	Naaoooo
	Purple Haze: 	Woah, so is this your goal?
	Purple Haze: 	Cluttering up the chat with various topics so that the GM is too preoccupied with random diatribes as to actually explain anything to apply to the players?!
	Minov: 	Diabolical!
	Hendrix: 	Naoooo
Josten: (( Nyeeees ))
	Purple Haze: 	Well, you have a point there Hendrix...
Harley: (( Wait a goddamned second ))
Harley: (( What the fuck am I even doing ))
Josten: (( I dunno, what ARE you doing ))
	Purple Haze: 	Why are we exactly in this dingy building in the first place? Are we in hell? Aren't you two supposed to be dead!?
	Josten: 	*digs through these packages*
	Harley: 	This is getting a bit old! Expeditious Retreat!
	Itsuki: 	Pffft, like THEY know were supposed to be dead!
	Itsuki: 	See, it's quite convenient that way.
	Harley: 	This spell is very misleadingly named, does anyone actually use it for retreating?
	Harley: 	Back in my day, this was just Longstrider II
	Harley: 	.
	Itsuki: 	In order to keep in-character, they can't really point out we're dead.
	Itsuki: 	As, they never really knew us in the first place!
tirkaroKujo: 	AND THEN THE GM SAID, LET THERE BE PROPER GAMEPLAY
	Josten: 	Pfftha, this is all getting a bit too meta for my tastes...
	Purple Haze: 	You're seriously no fun...
tirkaroKujo: 	YEAH FAK U
Harley: (( What I said was in-canon. ))
Harley: (( (HIPPO) ))
	Minov: 	What DO we do while the GM is focusing on something else?
tirkaroKujo: 	>Implying this convo isn't 100% canon
	Josten: 	Like, I typically just watch the "hand" play Sequence, man.
	Josten: 	it passes the time.
	Josten: 	This shed has great acoustics, y'know?
tirkaroKujo: 	So yes
tirkaroKujo: 	The package you are looking for is in fact a complete shade of black
tirkaroKujo: 	It appears that, no, Josten has seen none of them
tirkaroKujo: 	As these are all brown.
	Josten: 	*monkey powers activate, awaaaay*
tirkaroKujo: 	Brown packages.
Harley: (( And then tirk left his sinking ship ))
Harley: (( Agi you realize that's not an accurate depiction of distance traveled right? ))
Harley: (( But whatever, doesn't matter at the moment ))
tirkaroKujo: 	and fak u flashplayer
Josten: (( pretty much ))
	Josten: 	*anyhow you got to your room ages before I caught up*
	Harley: 	Seems a dead end!
tirkaroKujo: 	OR IS IT!?
	Harley: 	I do hope that case is in here, then!
tirkaroKujo: 	As there is actually a black package there.
tirkaroKujo: 	Like, right next to you, to the left
tirkaroKujo: 	your left
tirkaroKujo: 	not his faggot-ass left
Harley: (( What does it look like ))
Josten: (( probably like one of those packages ))
Josten: (( but black ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It's a black case
tirkaroKujo: 	So black, just looking at it causes you to take out your whip and tell it to pick cotton.
Harley: (( But I've no whip (CRS) ))
	Harley: 	Well, this should be it, then! One would hope.
	Harley: 	Wonder what it could contain?
	Josten: 	*huf, huf* Nope, nothing up there. Any luck on your end?
	Harley: 	I hope so, otherwise there is a very malicious god with a grudge against me!
tirkaroKujo: 	Is this the part where you force a will save
Josten: (( go for it ))
Harley: (( Er, what ))
Harley: (( I didn't know if the case was the right one or not ))
tirkaroKujo: 	No, I men
Harley: (( Or if, I unno, it was going to kill me ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You mentioned gods (D)
Harley: (( But there aren't any here ))
tirkaroKujo: 	And Vergil's theme is "Divine Hate"
tirkaroKujo: 	So
	Harley: 	Well, let us go. *Yes, we assume I picked the thing up*
Harley: (( Also I fail to see how I'm anything like Vergil at all ))
Harley: (( Granted I know nothing about Vergil, but still ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You are exactly like Vergil
Harley: (( I know he uses a katana, for one thing ))
Harley: (( Which I don't since there's pretty much no reason to ))
	Harley: 	Spacing out again! I told you, you will miss an opponent that way! Well, no matter!
	Josten: 	...huh, like, didn't notice that gap before.
	Itsuki: 	Hey look, we're relevant again!
	Josten: 	They still arguing over there?
Harley: (( Back ))
Harley: (( ...be right, that is ))
	Purple Haze: 	Nyeh, enjoy your remaining screentime while it lasts!
Josten: (( guuuuuuess it's sequence time ))
	Minov: 	Oh geez! I wonder how we can possibly make ourselves relevant while being, er, dead!
	Itsuki: 	Well we did it once dammit, we can sure as hell do it again!
	Purple Haze: 	Nyeh! Who said you could be dead now!?
	Itsuki: 	Well yeah,we were totally dead back there.
	Itsuki: 	You could tell because we had that big red X over us.
	Minov: 	Well who says we didn't just LOOK dead!?
	Minov: 	I mean, I've seen loads of people who looked dead before, and dammit, they just got knocked out!
	Itsuki: 	Well that's what that GREY X is for.
	Josten: 	...what are they even, like, talking about? This is some sick philosophy. « 1d20 = 2 » Knowledge (Meta) check
	Josten: 	*mips*
	Minov: 	That damn grey X doesn't mean shit anymore! I mean, it's just labeled "Disabled." WHAT THE HELL IS DISABLED!?
	Minov: 	If I have a heart condition, does that mean I have to wear that giant grey X too?!
	Itsuki: 	Hmm, good point there....
	Harley: 	« 1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8 »
Harley: (( 2s all around ))
Harley: (( no meta knowledge round these parts ))
	Purple Haze: 	Oh well look who decided to stop by again!
	Itsuki: 	So tell me, are you having -fun- here?
	Harley: 	Hello, witch and accomplices!
	Josten: 	Well, we got what we came for *doofy smile* and now we're ready to go.
	Minov: 	Uh, crap! They're gonna leave! We need to think of something quick!
	Harley: 	Fun? Well, there's not been much to achieve here. One would expect more from a place labeled the city of Satan!
	Harley: 	Who is Satan, anyways?
	Harley: 	I expect he is important, but how so?
	Itsuki: 	Uh, well what makes totally important NPCs tend to stick around!?
	Minov: 	Well, let's see...
	Josten: 	« 1d20+14 = 5 + 14 = 19 » Knowledge (Religion)
	Minov: 	They gotta have some real sex appeal...
	Purple Haze: 	*Squeezes breasts*
Josten: (( so do I know anything about Satan ))
	Minov: 	They gotta be awful strong...
Harley: (( >mfw that's basically the one good Knowledge I don't have ))
Harley: (( Well played, me ))
	Purple Haze: 	CR13!
	Minov: 	And uh, I guess they gotta be in some sort of relationship with the PCs.
	Purple Haze: 	Why, what makes YOU think you're capable of discussing this!?
	Purple Haze: 	Stand back, I'll show you faggots how it's done!
	Harley: 	What are these people discussing?
	Josten: 	No idea.
Harley: (( If I had known Knowledge: Plot/Meta was a skill I'd totally have taken it ))
	Purple Haze: 	Let's see, eenie meenie miney, you! Guy in the stupid jacket and dorky grey hair!
	Purple Haze: 	Get over here if you wish to live!
Harley: (( Would have written it as some sort of long-lost 7027 year old technique ))
	Harley: 	..grey hair?!
	Hendrix: 	Naaao
Josten: (( I think Knowledge (Plot) totally is a skill actually in DnD ))
	Harley: 	*looks up* HOLY SHIT! WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THIS!
Harley: (( and brb again ))
	Josten: 	...dude, did you like, seriously not notice you were going grey or something?
	Josten: 	I mean, that's typically a pretty big deal.
	Minov: 	Still looks awfully young for such old hair...
	Itsuki: 	Nah bro, it's Anime hair. Don't question it.
	Harley: 	I-I thought the grey streaks in my vision were a problem with this man's ocular capabilities!
	Harley: 	Maybe I do have some sort of disease....
	Purple Haze: 	Then hurry up! This kind of stuff is fatal to young men such as you!
	Hendrix: 	Naaaaoooo
	Harley: 	Is 27 really considered that young?! Fine, then, I think this is the best one out of this lot...so!
	Purple Haze: 	JUST STAND STILL! THIS WILL ONLY HURT AN EXCRUTIATING AMOUNT!
	Purple Haze: 	« 1d20+20 = 6 + 20 = 26 » cmb check I will inevitably fail
Josten: (( prolly ))
Harley: (( nooope ))
	Josten: 	*sigh* again with the hugging, man?
Harley: (( It is only 25 man ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Oh
tirkaroKujo: 	Well then
	Purple Haze: 	*Deeply kisses Harley* ~MOUTH TO MOUTH RELATIONSHIP!~
	Itsuki: 	OH, SO THAT'S HOW YOU'RE GONNA PLAY HUH!
Harley: (( >CR13 ))
	Minov: 	Clever little bitch! Still bitchy, but damn! She has no choice but to have extra screentime now!
Josten: (( what are those guys, the two muppet faggots Smashbot loves (D) ))
Harley: (( Wish I remembered the Succubus' CR ))
Harley: (( They were the cameramen that the two psycho bitches slaughtered ))
Josten: (( yes ))
Harley: (( They are not Statler and Waldorf ))
Harley: (( Either way, how many ne--- ))
Harley: (( Wiat a sec ))
Josten: (( they are totally acting like it though ))
Harley: (( I have bonuses to resisting negative levels (HIPPO ))
Josten: (( welp ))
Harley: (( Or wait, no ))
Josten: (( guess those actually came in handy (chew) ))
Harley: (( Only removing them... ))
Harley: (( Well I guess those are the same thing ))
Harley: (( Since you make that check when you get them too ))
Josten: (( that ))
Josten: (( or she's just sexy witch lady kissing you ))
Harley: (( She said it'd hurt in some way ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Nope, doesn't really hurt
Josten: (( C'mon baby make it hurt so good ))
Harley: (( FUCK, that did ))
Harley: (( ramen randomly burned the shit out of my mouth ))
	Itsuki: 	Damn! She's really going in there!
Harley: (( I assume I just die of breath loss ))
	Purple Haze: 	TONGUE RELATIONSHIP! BLBLBLLBLBBLBLL
	Itsuki: 	AND she can still somehow talk while doing it!
	Josten: 	Like, gonna have to ask you to let go, ma'am. We've got a case to deliver. *flurry of blows against her arms/shoulder/potato, first two are Touches of Serenity* « 1d20+16 = 5 + 16 = 21 »« 1d20+16 = 5 + 16 = 21 »« 1d20+11 = 13 + 11 = 24 »« 1d20+11 = 12 + 11 = 23 »« 1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16 »
Josten: (( obv ))
Harley: (( Why would you just attack her ))
Josten: (( it's NL ))
Harley: (( Hell, I don't mind ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Not like it matters, as none of them be hittin'
Harley: (( If I could talk you'd know that ))
Harley: (( but I cannot ))
Josten: (( I'm trying to- ))
Josten: (( ... ))
Josten: (( well, that could work (hmm) ))
	Purple Haze: 	*Gracefully dodges while still engaging in tactical tongue action*
	Harley: 	*Laughs at him on the inside*
	Hendrix: 	Nao......
	Josten: 	*fumes*
	Harley: 	*guess we should probably stop this, this ain't the time, but fuck am I gonna do about it*
	Josten: 	*rolls up sleeves*
	Itsuki: 	Aw don't worry, you can come over here and be sad with us.
	Purple Haze: 	*Would let go by now, but is intersted to see what hippie man will do*
Harley: (( Hmm...let's just say Liberating Command forces me to make the check I suppose ))
	Josten: 	C'mon, man, we're getting out of here whether you want to or not. *greater bull rush* « 1d20+16 = 9 + 16 = 25 »
Harley: (( As my sword has that, and can cast it at-wi--or that ))
Josten: (( I THINK it's +16 ))
Harley: (( Well not at-will ))
Harley: (( But whenever it wants ))
Harley: (( 3 times aday ))
Josten: (( Monk level + Str + 4 from the feats ))
Josten: (( Str bonus obv ))
Harley: (( I believe that's it, yes ))
Harley: (( That technically meets my CMD ))
Josten: (( which is -1 anyhow ))
Josten: (( hell ))
Josten: (( probably minus something else from the grapple ))
Harley: (( probably, yes ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It indeed is
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, you get pushed the fuck aside
	Harley: 	Wah! Hm? What was that for, brown one?
	Purple Haze: 	Bwlpflooooo~! *Licks lips, wips off chin with sleeve*
	Harley: 	Hm..I suppose this isn't quite the place for it!
	Itsuki: 	Well shit! We can't do anything now can we!?
	Harley: 	But I did tell the lady it would be fine after our mission was complete!
	Purple Haze: 	Indeed you cannot! Now, dire swindlers, now that I have your attention!
	Josten: 	Like, how's about we complete it then?
	Purple Haze: 	I am Purple Haze! The chaotic witch spawned from the Satanic City of Erochville! We remain unburned!
	Purple Haze: 	Young boys like you shouldn't be out here anyway....
	Josten: 	Is that, like, supposed to mean something?
	Harley: 	Do you know nothing about witches, boy? Well, no matter!
	Purple Haze: 	Didn't your parents ever tell you to not meet up with the witch from across the river?
	Harley: 	Parents? My, I've not seen my parents in...it feels like seven thousand years, now!
	Josten: 	Ha, just a traveller through here, I'm afraid.
	Purple Haze: 	Hmm. How sad. How must have it been like? To travel about with no guardians to name!?
	Purple Haze: 	If you keep on performing reckless behavior as a result, you'll end up just like me!
	Hendrix: 	Naaoooo
	Josten: 	Somehow I doubt that, ma'am.
	Harley: 	Actually, there is a magical item out there that may turn you into a woman!
Josten: (( the girdle of genderswapping or something, was it? ))
Josten: (( I assume that's actually a real thing ))
Harley: (( girdle of opposite gender ))
Harley: (( And it is, yes ))
Harley: (( A cursed item ))
	Josten: 	...again, I doubt that's what she meant, but still.
	Purple Haze: 	A magical item you say? Magic, even!? Sounds more like a curse if you ask me!
	Purple Haze: 	But yes....flipping through some pages erm....
	Harley: 	Do you not enjoy being a woman, or something? Though it simply swaps gender, I believe...
	Itsuki: 	HAHA! She was so focused on trying to be a reoccurring character, she forgot entirely about the interests of the PCs themselves!
	Purple Haze: 	Haaah...oh my, you said you came here for certain black case-atailia, right?
	Josten: 	Yeah, man, and we got it. Would like to take it now.
	Purple Haze: 	Do you even know what's in there? Are you just as crazy as you might suggest?!
	Harley: 	Oh! Is it some sort of monster?
	Purple Haze: 	Hmm, you never know...
	Purple Haze: 	It could be clementines....or a panda with a mean face.
	Purple Haze: 	...or....or shoes with too many holes in them.
	Purple Haze: 	...or the smell of fresh pine!
	Harley: 	Well why would we be crazy for wanting to open it, then!
	Purple Haze: 	It could be a monday morning when you wake up and it's raining!
	Purple Haze: 	OPEN IT!?
	Purple Haze: 	SEE THAT ATTITUDE!
	Purple Haze: 	You must respect the privacy of the possessor of that package if you wish to survive!
	Harley: 	..oh? So the reason we shouldn't open it, is because someone will attack us?
Harley: (( I just think of the Toad ghost on the Excess Express for some reason ))
	Purple Haze: 	Oh my! That very well may happen!
	Josten: 	Like, we were told to just bring it back. Mack... seems to be a pretty secretive dude.
	Harley: 	HAHAHAHA! If one challenges us, all we must do, lady, is win!
	Harley: 	But sadly...we would fail our mission if we opened it here!
	Purple Haze: 	Yes, and I- M-MACK!? The Sausage man!?
	Purple Haze: 	The man having to do with mass consumption of Sausages?!
	Josten: 	The same. This is his shed, y'know.
	Purple Haze: 	That...that it is...
	Harley: 	...yes, his shed, Josten!
	Harley: 	That's what this is!
	Hendrix: 	Naaaaooooo
	Purple Haze: 	Okay then, fine...
	Harley: 	And what is going on with that cat?
	Purple Haze: 	C'mere Hendy....
	Hendrix: 	*Prrrrrrr* Naoooo
	Purple Haze: 	*Pets* I'll let you be....on your way!
	Minov: 	Well finally she lets up on that!
	Minov: 	Now, uh, what do we do now that we're apparently not dead?
	Josten: 	You were dead?
	Itsuki: 	Oh yeah, you shoulda seen us.
	Itsuki: 	Some craaaazy demon- or were they angel ladies? Whatever they were, they like, totally went up to us and fed our intestines to eachother. It was brutal! No way anyone could survive that!
	Minov: 	We did though!
	Harley: 	And yet you survived?! If only I had been disemboweled....
	Itsuki: 	Or did we?
	Josten: 	(I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume, like, half of that was made up. At least.)
	Minov: 	OooOOoooooh spooooky!
	Josten: 	« 1d20+19 = 10 + 19 = 29 » Sense motive, how badly are these morons lying
tirkaroKujo: 	They are not lying
Josten: (( they are still morons ))
	Josten: 	...or not...
	Harley: 	« 1d20+1+2 = 5 + 1 + 2 = 8 »
Harley: (( Well I got nothing ))
Harley: (( also my Perception is +16 ))
Harley: (( Sicne I forgot Alertness bumps it up by 4 if you have 10 or more ranks ))
	Josten: 	What's this about demon ladies...? Mr. Douglas's daughter's got a pair of wings on her head, but she'd never do anything like that.
	Itsuki: 	Erm, I think it was....
	Minov: 	Elizabethamarie! That conniving bitch!
	Itsuki: 	Oh yeah, the crazy nun lady!
	Harley: 	Elizabethamarie! That...I know nothing about this! Oh well!
Josten: (( well shit, you dragged me into this (D) ))
	Josten: 	Elizabethamarie... *clenches fist*
	Harley: 	*taps sword against ground* Stop that. Well, no matter! Demons, you say?
	Harley: 	Were they powerful?
	Itsuki: 	Well, they sure as hell were more powerful than us!
	Harley: 	*peers through hair* That is not saying a lot.
	Minov: 	And baby, we don't mess around in the power department! *Flexes non-existant biceps that proceed to droop down in a U shape*
	Josten: 	*snaps* And just what, man, brought you back to life after those bitches mercilessly slaughtered you for no reason whatsoever?
	Purple Haze: 	*Pets* Hey! Watch your motherfucking mouth around my house boy!
	Josten: 	Gnnnk, er, sorry.
	Minov: 	Brought US back to life? Haha, no way Elizawoozits would even THINK about that!
	Itsuki: 	Or...maybe she did!?
	Minov: 	Eh?
Harley: (( He was asking what did ))
	Josten: 	She can't be trusted, but she's strong. She'd be sure to finish the job.
	Itsuki: 	I mean think about it...
	Josten: 	Even if you WERE, like, flat-out killed, I doubt she'd be willing to just let you be revived.
	Itsuki: 	Well....looks like we did the impossible tonight, boys!
	Josten: 	Guess so...
	Harley: 	You can't stop revival, my lad! Well, there are a few ways, but none that I know demons can use. Still, one who can...
	Harley: 	Was that you, then, little miss witch?
	Purple Haze: 	Huh? What, me!?
	Purple Haze: 	Me, bringing people back to life!?
	Purple Haze: 	Can I even bring people back to life?
	Purple Haze: 	*Pets cat* No, really, can I? I'm not entirely sure.
	Harley: 	« 1d20+20 = 1 + 20 = 21 »
Harley: (( pfft ))
	Harley: 	I do not know!
Harley: (( Oh wait ))
Harley: (( Right, nat ones don't matter ))
Harley: (( I probably do know ))
Harley: (( That was knowledge: ARcana ))
Harley: (( ...or is she an Outsider ))
	Purple Haze: 	I guess there is only one way to find out!
	Purple Haze: 	And that is too kill someone in hopes of getting them to come back to life!
	Hendrix: 	Nao?
	Purple Haze: 	Oh no, not you Hendy
	Purple Haze: 	You're too precious for that stuff.
	Josten: 	This is satan's town, isn't it? Should be plenty of fresh corpses where we haven't looked.
	Harley: 	That is likely true!
	Josten: 	Don't, like, have time to die tonight.
	Purple Haze: 	Corpses? HAHA!
	Harley: 	Nobody can kill me! I'm banking on that, anyways!
	Purple Haze: 	Why would satan even think about leaving any rotting carcasses in his town?
	Harley: 	Though meeting one who can...might be exciting!
	Itsuki: 	Wait, so is this LITERALLY Satan's city?
	Josten: 	I imagine he skimps the janitor.
	Purple Haze: 	I'm not entirely sure.....
	Purple Haze: 	So! You believe you are utterly unkillable!?
Harley: (( Oh, right ))
	Purple Haze: 	Is that not the goal of every little boy out there?!
Harley: (( Those rolls are seekrit ))
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+20 = 4 + 20 = 24 » Knowledge: Planes since I'm just going to assume she's an outsider => Invalid expression: « 1d20+20 = 4 + 20 = 24 » Knowledge: Planes since I'm just going to assume she's an outsider.
	Josten: 	No one is unkillable. We don't, like, need to test that.
	Harley: 	Invincible?! Heavens, no, that would be boring! I simply believe that I will conquer all! That is my aim, after all, and one who believes so shant allow himself to die before he accomplishes his goal! Well, that, and I've a backup! Though I do not want to use it!
tirkaroKujo: 	Nah, that roll don't cut it
tirkaroKujo: 	Not the arcana one though
tirkaroKujo: 	If it's planes then...
Harley: (( It's only like, 10++CR or something isn't it ))
Harley: (( -+ ))
Harley: (( maybe 15 if it's an exceedingly rare monster ))
tirkaroKujo: 	How do you even TELL how a creature is from a different plane anyway?
Harley: (( if it's an Outsider Arcane won't cut it even if I roll a 20 ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Do they just let out plane gunk or something for you to indtify?
tirkaroKujo: 	how did I fuck up identify so badly
Harley: (( Well...the way I see KNowledge skills ))
Harley: (( Is, I might be wrong ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Shit man for all you know, she's a goddamn human
Harley: (( But I'd think you don;'t roll any specific one ))
Harley: (( Or wait no that don't work ))
Harley: (( Since you can have different ranks ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Not like it really matters anyway
Harley: (( Maybe you just roll a damned D20 and the GM adds the relevant one. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	As she is not an outsider, guess you can tell that....somehow....
Harley: (( Wlel if she's not an outsider or magic beast ))
Harley: (( I have to make ANOTHER FUCKING KNOWLEDGE CHECK (FEDUP) ))
Harley: (( And I only have Dungeoneering and Nature left ))
Harley: (( and I doubt she's an abberation ))
Harley: (( Or an ooze ))
Harley: (( Though she might be a fey ))
Harley: (( And/or a Monstrous Humanoid ))
* Thrice rolls secretly to you: « 1d20+17 = 7 + 17 = 24 » Nature, why the hell not => Invalid expression: « 1d20+17 = 7 + 17 = 24 » Nature, why the hell not.
Harley: (( Which is... Nature (animals, fey, monstrous humanoids, plants, seasons and cycles, weather, vermin) ))
Harley: (( So if she's like, a harpy or a cloud ))
Harley: (( that'll do it ))
Harley: (( Reason it is lower is because no class bonus ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Okay then....
Josten: (( dammit tirk why do you have to stat errything as a monster (D) ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Harley: (( Well god damn ))
Harley: (( Fuck is a monstrous humanoid ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
	Lillend: 	SNAKE GIRLS ARE OUTSIDERS? REALLY?
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
	Lillend: 	EVERYTHING I CAN SUMMON IS AN OUTSIDERthatmakessense
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
Tokens dropped onto map 'The Barnyard'
	Leopard: 	except like, this shit
tirkaroKujo: 	You can tell she is a monstrous humanoid of sorts. Most likely she was human beforehand, but something terrible happened to her, changing her into something a bit more sinister in nature.
Josten: (( like engaging in nursery and witchcraft (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	There, are you done hating the shit out of ambiguity yet (D)
Harley: (( Well I was mostly wondering if she could bring people back to life ))
Harley: (( But alright then ))
Harley: (( And man, there IS no ambiguity ))
Harley: (( The thing is, my character ALREADY KNOWS ALL THIS SHIT ))
tirkaroKujo: 	How would you even be able to tell
Harley: (( It's just a matter of when you decide to tell me ))
Harley: (( The player ))
Harley: (( Really I should roll the instant I see things ))
tirkaroKujo: 	As even if she could bring people to life, it would be through a spell she somehow learned.
tirkaroKujo: 	As I do not believe any monsters have lifebringing techniques.
tirkaroKujo: 	I am probably wrong about that though.
Harley: (( Probably though spell-like abilities ))
Harley: (( Lots of shit can do it, I asusme ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes
Harley: (( Etiher way ))
Harley: (( We gonna get on with this or what ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You still cannot tell if she has any lifebrining techniques.
Harley: (( Agi already fell asleep or something ))
Harley: (( As did the woman ))
Josten: (( yes as this entire conversation was complete bullshit ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Lemme just scroll the fuck up
Harley: (( Well then say so ))
Harley: (( It obviously was, yes ))
Josten: (( "Let me do a knowledge roll to see if I know this random lady's spell book" ))
Harley: (( If they're spell-like abilities, I know every single one of them, yes ))
Harley: (( if they are actual spells, I probably don't ))
Harley: (( This assumes I roll high enough, obviously ))
	Purple Haze: 	Oh my...certainly a man of values, I can see.....
Josten: (( turns out that the final boss of Sequence just flips up your arrow keys ))
Josten: (( that bitch ))
Harley: (( Agi, what you do is the equivalent of THAT GUY who instantly opens up his laptop whenever anything that comes up doesn't directly involve his character ))
Harley: (( So please, stop that ))
Josten: (( I do it whenever the bullshit begins ))
Josten: (( so I do not have to involve myself in said bullshit ))
Harley: (( You could just end the bullshit ))
Harley: (( But apparently that's thinking way too out of the box for you ))
Harley: (( Now stop this ))
Josten: (( naw, I wouldn't be this far in the game otherwise (chew) ))
Harley: (( You're being intolerable ))
Harley: (( Say something in character ))
Purple Haze: (( you both stop this instant ))
Purple Haze: (( or I will turn this car around ))
Josten: (( it's between you and sexy witch nurse atm ))
Harley: (( I will just grab the wheel ))
Harley: (( And send us wherever the road goes ))
Josten: (( I'll just run, I have +30 movement speed (D) ))
	Harley: 	Values, you say? I never thought of that!
Josten: (( which is apparently faster than a car ))
	Harley: 	it that way*
Harley: (( As do I ))
Harley: (( Thanks to that spells ))
Harley: (( -s ))
	Josten: 	*blinks repeatedly due to the high meta levels* ...what were we doing, again?
	Purple Haze: 	So what do you say? You hurry up and deliver that fine, thick, negroid package to your local sausage dealer....
	Purple Haze: 	And I...waste my entire existance in Satan's burned bowels!
	Harley: 	You could leave, you know! No one is bound to anything! I should know.
	Josten: 	...like, is there something keeping you here for some reason?
	Purple Haze: 	....leave?
	Purple Haze: 	HAHAHAHA! Haven't you even BEEN around this godforsaken area?
	Josten: 	Pretty sure we just, like, strolled through it, yeah.
	Purple Haze: 	The world has long since rejected people like me, boy! I'm a WITCH! A damn near superwitch!
	Purple Haze: 	I mean, haven't you heard the rumors? Beware the Purple Witch?
	Harley: 	And? They don't seem to mind me much, and I'm just as magic!
	Josten: 	Witches these days are putting together alternative music bands, it seems.
	Harley: 	In fact, I'd bet mine is even more destructive!
	Harley: 	After all, I pride myself on strength!
	Purple Haze: 	"A disasterous witch capable of causing many disasters, leading young people off the path of simplicity, driving mortal eyes into a state of madness and chaos that bleeds into the real world, and makes a rather mediocre apple pie at that..."
	Purple Haze: 	Do you even know the can of worms you're trying to open here?
	Itsuki: 	Hey, she's right. That apple pie really WAS mediocre.
	Josten: 	Look, all I'm saying is that the option is available, man. There's probably a reason people call you that, but that's your load to bear.
	Harley: 	HAHAHAHA! Any challenge! Physical, mental, emotional, social! I'll overcome them all! Otherwise, how can I call myself a conqueror?! But really, simply leave the area entirely!
	Harley: 	If you're that concerned, go someplace that has never heard of any purple witches! They exist, I never knew of you until I stepped foot in this area.
	Purple Haze: 	Ahn? That seems like a viable option...
	Purple Haze: 	You hear that Hendrix? We're hittin' the high road!
	Hendrix: 	Nao?
	Purple Haze: 	Yes! Right nao! Let's go to.....!
	Purple Haze: 	Hrm, we'll find out eventually, won't we?
	Harley: 	That's the spirit! Now, what say we end our employer's unease?
	Josten: 	Like, you said it. Sayonara, dudes.
	Itsuki: 	Buh! This place stinks anyway!
	Purple Haze: 	Let's see if this works! Greater teleport!
	Hendrix: 	Naaaoooooo
	Purple Haze: 	Where are we going? I HAVE NO IDEA!
	Itsuki: 	Well, shucks, there she goes.
	Minov: 	Dammit, she owed me another mediocre apple pie!
	Josten: 	...she didn't, like- of course she didn't what am I saying?
	Harley: 	What?
	Josten: 	Guess we'll have to, like, take these two with us into town at least.
	Harley: 	Well, no matter! I'm out of here--huh?
	Harley: 	Cannot they simply walk out themselves?
	Josten: 	Yeah, right into the sentient cars to run them down?
	Itsuki: 	Sentinent cars?
	Itsuki: 	Oh, I think you mean Purple's doing.
	Itsuki: 	She tends to do that, running people over with cars.
	Harley: 	That was her?! Haha! I'd like to meet her again, then! Maybe she'll have some stronger ones!
	Itsuki: 	She says it "adds to the chaotic feng-shui" or something.
	Harley: 	That, and she's not a bad kisser, either!
	Josten: 	So it turns out they weren't demigods after all. Bummer, though I, like, totally called it.
	Harley: 	A shame, but maybe any real gods won't disappoint me!
	Josten: 	Either way, like, no harm in escorting them out of here. We need to lock the place up anyhow.
	Harley: 	Whyever for? There is nothing of interest in here, anyways.
	Josten: 	Just... it's just something that we should probably do. Are we going?
	Itsuki: 	Oh sure, just keep our pretty butts in check and we'll be fine and dandy.
	Minov: 	Hopefully this won't take too long though! God forbid this turns into an escort mission or something!
Josten: (( basically ))
	Harley: 	You say the cars were Purple's doing?
	Harley: 	Then there is nothing out there anymore?
	Itsuki: 	Pfft, it's like, ungodly late now. There's no way there's gonna be an escort mission before the session ends. We're good.
	Minov: 	Gee, I'm not even sure about that! But if all you saw were those pesky cars, sure!
	Josten: 	Well, like, I guess that's totally that.
	Harley: 	Then we go not by foot, but on a transdimensional trek!
Harley: (( next session, I assume ))
Josten: (( I'm locking this shed up (D) ))
Harley: (( NO ))
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes, let's make this easy
Harley: (( MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE WILL STUMBLE UPON HERE ))
Harley: (( AND TAKE THE SECRETS AND BE AN INTERESTING CHARACTER LATER. ))
Harley: (( OR AT LEAST A GOOD CHALLENGE. ))
tirkaroKujo: 	You make it out of the shed and out of the city with little interruptions.
Harley: (( I used Dimension Door ))
Harley: (( You bet we got out without interruption ))
tirkaroKujo: 	m
Harley: (( unless someone attacked us int he Nightcrawler Void ))
	Josten: 	*locks shed*
tirkaroKujo: 	Anyway, may as well spawn your asses back in Wybrook so I may delete these maps forever.
	Harley: 	*MAKES SURE SHED IS DEFINITIVELY UNLOCKED*
Harley: (( but yes, there's no way you could lock the place ))
Harley: (( I Dimension Door'd us out of here ))
Harley: (( Yo unever saw the door (CHEW) ))
	Josten: 	« 1d20+13 = 10 + 13 = 23 » will save to avoid the goddamn dimension door then
Harley: (( Why would your character even do that ))
Harley: (( Shit, why would YOU do that ))
Josten: (( why would YOUR character be an ass ))
tirkaroKujo: 	To lock the damn door nigga
Josten: (( when all I want to do is LOCK THE DOOR ))
Harley: (( Because there's literally zero reason to lock it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Sometimes, a door just gotta be locked
Harley: (( Plus someone might stumble upon the place and be itneresting ))
Harley: (( Why do you not want cool characters which reference past events? ))
Josten: (( because that's the first thing Mack is going to ask as soon as we get back, after he gets his black package ))
Harley: (( Besides, he never told us to lock it. ))
Josten: (( whether we locked it ))
Harley: (( Blame his vague explanation then ))
Josten: (( I am not going to do that ))
Josten: (( I am locking the shed ))
Harley: (( I am unlocking it hten ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Is this really that much of a problem
Josten: (( APPARENTLY ))
Harley: (( YOu want to fight a Magus wiht Vampiric Touch? (D) ))
tirkaroKujo: 	PC I am the DM
Josten: (( why does your character want the shed unlocked so badly? ))
Harley: (( Though Flurry of Blows would OHKO me ))
tirkaroKujo: 	I say he gets to lock it
Harley: (( Because we dimension door'd out of there ))
Harley: (( So there's no possible way you could have locked it ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Continue this further and I'm inflicting a red card on you
Harley: (( And I don't want the universe to explode ))
Harley: 	>red card
Harley: 	Fuck would I even care
Harley: 	Why am I no longer impersonating
Harley: 	Right, map change
Harley: 	Eitehr way, sure, you lock the door if you';re THAT asspained about it
Harley: 	I just wanted something interesting to happen, shit
Tokens dropped onto map 'The good ol' town of Wybrook'
tirkaroKujo: 	If he wants to lock the door, let him lock the door
Josten: (( were you born in a barn or something (D) ))
Harley: 	>Agi gets what he wants, I don't get what I want
Josten: (( I mean, that IS a bard ))
Harley: 	Sure, let's do it this way.
Josten: (( *barn ))
Harley: 	I will TAKE what I want from now on
tirkaroKujo: 	PC are you seriously complaining about that
Harley: 	You caused this
tirkaroKujo: 	Seriously
Josten: (( why the fuck do you care if we teleport two minutes later ))
Harley: 	Huh? No, I'm not
Harley: 	Whatever the fuck gave you that idea
Harley: 	Simply commenting
tirkaroKujo: 	PC you are literally acting like a spoiled child
Harley: 	But seriously, you two need to just...
Harley: 	Calm your asses down
Harley: 	You're just arguing for no reason now
tirkaroKujo: 	You of all people are complaining about that
Harley: 	I mean, I don't even care about this
tirkaroKujo: 	EIther way, whatever
Harley: 	And yet you guys...just keep talking about this fucking door
Harley: 	For some reason
tirkaroKujo: 	I will not allow you to kill this campaign like how you kill all of yours
Harley: 	This is seriously pissing me off now
Harley: 	Like, I didn't one could BE this mad
tirkaroKujo: 	Which I assume is 100% intentional on your end.
Harley: 	ADN YOU ARE STILL TALKING ABOUT SHIT THAT DOESN'T MATTER
tirkaroKujo: 	Then spawn your token boy
Josten: (( *stabs through eye* ))
Harley: 	I wonder if I've built up enough of an excuse by now
Harley: 	To use this
Harley: 	http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr96/phatcat201/1342762205636.jpg
Harley: 	As I really need to be able to use it, and I'm never going to actually be that angry
tirkaroKujo: 	No, you literally only let yourself get mad so you could use that.
Harley: 	I ain't even mad
Josten: (( this conversation is dumb ))
Josten: (( you're dumb ))
Josten: (( stop being dumb ))
Harley: 	You should know, whenever I say I am experiencing any unnecessary emotion, it is a lie
Harley: 	They are only a waste of time, like you
tirkaroKujo: 	Hahaha
Harley: 	Now what the hell happened to my token
tirkaroKujo: 	We get it already
Josten: (( that one actually made me laugh ))
Josten: (( so hey, congrats ))
Harley: 	That's my goal
Harley: 	Altruistic life-extender
Harley: 	At the cost of my own emotional age
Harley: 	Now anyhow
Harley: 	SERIOUSLY FUCK HAPPENED TO MY TOKEN
Harley: 	I JUST CANNOT PLACE IT
Tokens dropped onto map 'The good ol' town of Wybrook'
tirkaroKujo: 	what you say
	Harley: 	>MFW I HAD TO DELETE MY IMPERSONATION TO POST MY TOKEN
	Harley: 	The fuck?
Josten: (( who knows ))
Harley: (( Tirk, stpo trolling me ))
tirkaroKujo: 	i will never stpo
Harley: (( Is that like ))
Harley: (( a GM thing ))
Harley: (( Cause I never figured that out ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Yes, PC
tirkaroKujo: 	It is a GM thing
Josten: (( craaaaap I have an early shift tomorrow ))
Harley: (( Or a server host... ))
Harley: (( I know, Agi ))
Harley: (( Which is why I've been TRYING TO END THE SESSION FOR THIRTY MINUTES NOW ))
Harley: (( But you guys just want to talk back to me ))
Harley: (( For some reason ))
Josten: (( then let me lock the door next time like a responsible citizen ))
Harley: (( Locking the door takes more time ))
Harley: (( Thus arguing about not locking the door takes less time ))
Josten: (( all of two minutes, man (D) ))
Harley: (( But seriously, is there going to be some kind of plot hook or not ))
Harley: (( Or should we just end it like I have been trying to do ))
Josten: (( and that's GAME time which doesn't even exist ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Depends
tirkaroKujo: 	Do you really want this session to continue
Harley: (( Shit you people have no Sense Motive ))
Harley: (( I would be fine with it ))
Harley: (( But Agi probably needs some sleep ))
	Josten: 	« 1d20+19 = 18 + 19 = 37 »
tirkaroKujo: 	because by all honesty, this was a terrible, terrible place to leave off the session
	Josten: 	no sense motive? (D)
tirkaroKujo: 	But yes, Aggey needs sleep
Harley: (( Well we technically completed the mission ))
Josten: (( ...jesus christ, what the hell was that ))
Harley: (( Don't see how it would be that bad to end it here ))
Josten: (( sudden scraping against three windows on two sides of the house ))
Harley: (( YOU don't (D) ))
Josten: (( and the ceiling ))
Josten: (( and my ear started ringing at the same time ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Trust me
Harley: (( You just...counted the windows? ))
tirkaroKujo: 	It was a bad place
Josten: (( well yes ))
Harley: (( It was probably thunder or a tree ))
Josten: (( once on the right side, twice in front of me ))
Josten: (( well ))
tirkaroKujo: 	because what happens next session will inevitably lead to you thinking it was contrived at the last minute, and not planned all along.
Harley: (( or like, a chicken ))
Josten: (( once on the right side, two times on the first window in front of me, and once on the second window in front of me ))
Harley: (( I'm not sure what is in the case, really ))
Josten: (( kind of a bell curve in terms of how loud it was ))
Harley: (( Really I'm not sure why I'm staying here ))
tirkaroKujo: 	Did you forget already
Josten: (( soooo maaaany cooooords *lumps self back upstairs* ))
tirkaroKujo: 	http://morningtvisforutopians.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/tumblr_kss3k3xrla1qz50ylo1_500.jpg?w=510
tirkaroKujo: 	^Main theme of every Tirk Pathfinder
tirkaroKujo: 	They never, ever end
tirkaroKujo: 	and keep happenng
Harley: (( I meant why I'm at this abode ))
Harley: (( Not why I'm playing the game, I like the game. ))
	Josten: 	...your house?
	Josten: 	or Mack's house
	Harley: 	Mack's
	Harley: 	I am a conqueror, what is there to take here
	Harley: 	Nothing!
	Harley: 	Besides a bunch of underaged girls
	Josten: 	thought maybe you were talking about your living situation for some reason
	Josten: 	every girl is underaged to you
	Josten: 	even the queen of england
	Harley: 	Well, technically, but Harley don't give a damn
	Harley: 	Long as they're legal by his age
	Harley: 	...which considering he's like, from 7000 years ago
	Josten: 	Hell, if the MONA LISA was still alive, she'd be too young (D)
	Harley: 	Isn't that old
	Josten: 	but yes
	Josten: 	I just work until goddamned midnight your time tomorrow
	Harley: 	What the fuck was the legal age anyways
	Harley: 	In Harley's time
	Josten: 	probably midnight...thirty
	Josten: 	if that's a thing, which it isn't
	Harley: 	Well, whatever, we just won't play tomorro
	Harley: 	w
tirkaroKujo: 	Shouldn't you be asleep now aggey
	Harley: 	It's only like, 2:30
	Harley: 	For him
tirkaroKujo: 	You are the entire reason the session ended off on the worst note (D)
	Josten: 	still collecting cords
	Harley: 	Worst POSSIBLE note
	Josten: 	I've got a fan, a headset, a power cord... something else I'm holding in my mouth, not sure what that's all about
tirkaroKujo: 	Though it's really all of our faults
tirkaroKujo: 	As any good group would have gotten this done in about 30 minutes (D)
	Harley: 	Any good group would have just used Dimension Door to get to the middle
	Harley: 	of the barn
	Harley: 	But I don't feel like being an ass
	Harley: 	Seriously, we didn't even need the fucking key
	Josten: 	unless it is in regards to doors
	Harley: 	You thought I was serious about that?
	Harley: 	I was just trying to get you to ragequit
	Harley: 	Think about it man
	Harley: 	If she can teleport out of there
	Josten: 	well why the hell would you do that (D)
	Harley: 	Anyone worth their shit can just teleport in if they want in.
	SwiftRage: 	THEN IT IS SETTLED
	SwiftRage: 	BAN DIMENSION DOOR
	SwiftRage: 	SLASH TELEPORT
	Harley: 	Then she never teleported in there
	Harley: 	Out of*
	SwiftRage: 	ARE YOU QUESTIONING THE GM
	Harley: 	Yep
	SwiftRage: 	I THINK YOU ARE
	Harley: 	Players and GMs should realize, this isn't a competition
	Harley: 	We should be working together to have fun
	SwiftRage: 	THEN DON'T GET MAD WHEN I DO THINGS YOU CAN'T
	Harley: 	Not be in an arms race
	Harley: 	And no, I'm not paying attention to you
	Harley: 	I honestly don't care what you say OOC, until I die from Dimension Door or Teleport not working, I won't believe you.
	Harley: 	Invisibility, though, is banned
Tokens dropped onto map 'The good ol' town of Wybrook'
	Harley: 	Vanish is fair game since it's useless
	Scout: 	my only weakness
	Scout: 	that, and mute asshole teammates
	Scout: 	which works in a hell of a lot of ways actually
	Scout: 	seriously, if you're gonna TF2, get a mic
	SwiftRage: 	No
	SwiftRage: 	You can't make me
	SwiftRage: 	>That feel when I have never once communicated in a TF2 game whatsoever
	Scout: 	well then I guess you WANT a mistimed uber
	Harley: 	Hey, Merritt wasn't that bad
	Harley: 	At least he wouldn't have attacked you just toget to fight you
	SwiftRage: 	There are shortcuts for that
	Scout: 	shortcuts are communication (D)
	SwiftRage: 	Okay
	Scout: 	just SLOW-ASS communication
	SwiftRage: 	non-shortcut communication
	Scout: 	technically, just shooting is communication
	Scout: 	communication for "You are RED, I am BLU, you die now please yes okay thanks"
	Harley: 	Well, I guess I should thank you, actually
	Scout: 	I wonder if this is how Thrice feels
	Harley: 	As only strong monsters or people can get in there
	Harley: 	As they must be able to teleport
	Harley: 	Thus, more powerful adversaries to overcome
	Scout: 	that works too
	Harley: 	Guess that was why the key was so important to the old man.
	Harley: 	He's weak.
	Harley: 	And can't teleport in o..
	Harley: 	OR JUST BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR/WALL IN
	Harley: 	SHIT, DUH.
	Scout: 	heck, for all we know, locking the door with the key creates a powerful magical seal
	SwiftRage: 	okay seriously
	Scout: 	that makes the entire building impenetrable
	SwiftRage: 	flash player just crashed outta nowhere there
	Harley: 	Update, maybe?
Tokens dropped onto map 'The good ol' town of Wybrook'
	Harley: 	If that were true, I don't think those souls woudl be able to get in there
	Pingas: 	This still could have been fun
	SwiftRage: 	But yes
	Harley: 	Basically, Agi is saying "I WANT THE IMPORTANT PERSON TO BE A ROGUE"
	SwiftRage: 	I'm not even sure if I want to talk about the session
	Harley: 	As any Rogue worth his mettle could pick the lock anyhow
	SwiftRage: 	as once again, worst place to leave off
	SwiftRage: 	have I mentioned that
	Harley: 	Or, hell, an entire adventuring party.
	Pingas: 	What makes you so sure that anyone is going to break in here
	Harley: 	Because this is a game
	Pingas: 	you said it yourself, there is NOTHING OF VALUE
	Harley: 	And that's the satanic city
	Harley: 	Hell maybe there is stuff in those boxes we didn't check
	Harley: 	Like, the secrets of some eldritch god's power.
	Harley: 	Or medical procedures to make you super storng.
	Harley: 	strong*
	Pingas: 	you're just... by expecting someone to come in, that's just metagaming to the extreme
	Harley: 	I have 23 Intelligence
	Pingas: 	you also rolled a 2
	Harley: 	Besides, Harley would WANT to leave it open, if there's stuff in there
	Pingas: 	no metaknowledge
	DansGame: 	Harley is the master of the meta
	Harley: 	Cause then people could get in and take whatever it there, and he'd have more stuff to fight
	Harley: 	That's not really meta
	DansGame: 	I am shocked you took nothing in the first place
	DansGame: 	But then again, neither of you seem to be scavengers.
	Harley: 	Hell, even if it were meta, do you REALLY THINK HE'S THAT FUCKING DUMB?
	Josten: 	I got my comic books at least (fedup)
	Harley: 	He's not Josten
	Josten: 	and was intending on nabbing some old records
	Harley: 	Sides he's probably been through this shit
	Harley: 	He WAS an adventurer 7000 years ago, never know what they get into.
	Harley: 	And if we ever play a campaign in the past I will just play the original Harley
	Harley: 	So we WILL know what they get into (D)
	BrainSlug: 	Well let's see
	BrainSlug: 	It'll take 10 years for this campaign to end
	BrainSlug: 	and 9001 years each for GGG and MAID
	Josten: 	campaigns end?
	Josten: 	Hell, I don't even remember what Pat wanted us to do in the first place
	BrainSlug: 	and that's not even accounting MT coming back from the dead, forcing us to play the remaining 4001 years of TF1
	Josten: 	or her master or whatever it was
	Josten: 	I think this entire thing started off as a fetch quest
	Josten: 	to find Dr. Contingency
	Harley: 	We were supposed to help old man henderson blow up a statue
	Harley: 	We failed
	Harley: 	You died, I let him die
	Harley: 	And then went off to become Devilman
	Josten: 	ehh I'd probably have let him die too
	Harley: 	And...
	Harley: 	Is my next character just going to be an Oracle or something
	BrainSlug: 	No, he will not
	Harley: 	Because so far I'm in the same order.
Tokens dropped onto map 'The good ol' town of Wybrook'
	Weston: 	Well if you kill Harley
	BrainSlug: 	As you will change your mind and become a gunslinger at the last minute.
	Weston: 	I'm playing Weston
	Weston: 	Or Zach
	Josten: 	But yes, I have had this image in my tabs for three days and not yet resolved it http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr96/phatcat201/1342682325844.jpg
	Weston: 	one of the two
	Weston: 	but Zach would be useless here
	Weston: 	because olololololololnoparty
	Weston: 	I'd be willing to play two characters each, shit, I almost always do
	Josten: 	I have enough attack rolls to make a party (chew)
	Weston: 	But Agi would die
	Weston: 	Not yet resolved it?
	Josten: 	Agi is close to beating Sequence
	DansGame: 	WHY AREN'T YOU SLEEPING
	Harley: 	You expect me to just grab Purple and get out of there?
	Josten: 	I DON'T KNOW
	Josten: 	YOU PEOPLE ARE LIKE LEECHES (D)
	Harley: 	Because he doesn't have work for like,
	Harley: 	15 hours
	Josten: 	*twelve
	Harley: 	Still
	DansGame: 	srsly
	DansGame: 	I thought it was in like, 5 hours
	Josten: 	I fully expect to be called in at 12 though
	Harley: 	That's still like 9 or 10 horus
	Harley: 	Horuses,y es
	Harley: 	WE SHALL FIGHT THE EGYPTIAN GOD OF THE SUN
	Harley: 	...did I get that right
	Josten: 	preeeetty sure that's Ra
	Josten: 	unless there are multiple sun gods
	Josten: 	which I would not put past the Egyptians
	Harley: 	Horus served many functions in the Egyptian pantheon, most notably being the god of the sun, war and protection.
	Harley: 	apparently so
	Harley: 	Ra (play /rɑː/)« 1 = 1 » or Re (play /reɪ/ or /riː/; Egyptian: Rꜥ) is the ancient Egyptian sun god.
	Harley: 	obv