SHIOKARAIKEN NO DENSETSU- STAGE 1-1: Dipsy Down

The previous log, Stage 0, is forever lost to time, ripip.

agimodidius has connected.
You have disconnected.
agimodidius has connected.
agimodidius: 	Or wait, no
agimodidius: 	eh whatever
agimodidius: 	it's on you now
agimodidius: 	Brain sorta fucked that up
tirkeyKujo: 	I don't even know how you made anything besides grassland the default
agimodidius: 	Map -> Quick Map
tirkeyKujo: 	why would you ever quickmap
agimodidius: 	because it's quick
Thrice has connected.
MarthTrinity has connected.
Thrice: 	Is there ANYTHING on this map
agimodidius: 	there is not
Thrice: 	...
Thrice: 	why are there like 12 maps
agimodidius: 	...
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agimodidius: 	fucking hell.
You have disconnected.
Thrice has connected.
agimodidius has connected.
Thrice: 	Though uh
Thrice: 	I'm pretty sure Tirk coulda just deleted them
agimodidius: 	Prolly
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	Bey: 	So what do we do now
tirkeyKujo: 	Wonder why there's no better background
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	Tiffany: 	Than what
	Bey: 	just use Pokemon tiles
	Bey: 	you have them all
	Tiffany: 	I threw in the closest thing to "am city" this thing had
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	Bey: 	i mean, ocmeo n
	Bey: 	you're not even trying
	Bey: 	ocmeo n
	Bey: 	sure
MarthTrinity has connected.
tirkeyKujo: 	THESE ALL LOOK LIKE SHITE (d)
	Tiffany: 	well make the grid size correct
MarthTrinity: 	Soooooooooooooooooooo....
	Bey: 	they're blown up to like
	Bey: 	500% size
MarthTrinity: 	What's the sitch?
	Bey: 	course they look like shit
	Bey: 	Who invited Kim POssible (D)
tirkeyKujo: 	Oh, right, we were doing that thing
MarthTrinity: 	DON'T MAKE ME PULL OUT A KIM POSSIBLE TOKEN : |
tirkeyKujo: 	Fine, we'll have to keep this shitty cobblestone thing (D)
	Tiffany: 	better than Grasslands
	Tiffany: 	again
tirkeyKujo: 	We have ran out of time
MarthTrinity: 	Actually, it's far worse on the eyes than Grasslands
MarthTrinity: 	When you're zoomed out at least.
	Tiffany: 	I suppose the seam isn't quite as good
tirkeyKujo: 	How about the tirkPTA background huuuh
	Bey: 	WHY ARE WE IN HELL
	Tiffany: 	*leaves*
MarthTrinity: 	How about we load the entirety of the ALttP map
	Tiffany: 	That would be better than this
	Bey: 	we have all the 2D Zelda ovefor some reason
tirkeyKujo: 	what about that there Grognardfinder background
	Bey: 	somehow
	Bey: 	I think they made the tiles a WEE too big.
MarthTrinity: 	I feel like we're on a table now.
	Tiffany: 	*clambers all over*
	Bey: 	Stupid whore.
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	Tiffany:
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	Tiffany: 	oh, that's what that is
	Bey: 	What the fuck is that
	Tiffany: 	TriHard, aparently
tirkeyKujo:
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	Bey: 	Anyhow, if we're going to play on a coffeetable named Cobblestone
	Bey: 	Guess I should break out Big Al
	Charlotte: 	Oh right
	Charlotte: 	That's a trusted function only
	Charlotte: 	(sad)
Thrice: 	A what
	Tiffany: 	A thing that only the GM can use
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Thrice: 	What is
	Tiffany: 	I was attempting to use the Furry Generator
	Tiffany: 	switchToken() is a trusted function
tirkeyKujo: 	*Sorry, no ThatGM here tonight folks, you're just gonna have to deal with total blankness*
Alloces: (( Random fujoshi is close enough to you ))
Table Twitchlist (Tiffany): TriHard
Alloces: (( She'll be the thatGM ))
Tiffany: (( Dammit, the table must be off ))
TWILT has connected.
TWILT: 	*instant transmissions*
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tirkeyKujo: 	As another day rises, you're called once again into ???'s lovely lemon-scented office. Or was it strawberry? I'm not entirely sure, we lost the previous log so I cannot remember these incredibly important details
Alloces: (( God dammit Agi ))
Tiffany: (( I don't even remember why we're here ))
Cheryl: (( I don't even remember there being a scent (D) ))
Alloces: (( HE JUST SAID ))
You whisper to TWILT: tuck that away for now (D)
Cheryl: (( To find a drummer. ))
Tiffany: (( is the drummer sniffing my neck ))
Tiffany: (( that's weird ))
tirkeyKujo: 	Anyway
Cheryl: (( Wait, is TWILT actually playing? ))
Cheryl: (( Or just watching again? ))
tirkeyKujo: 	Somewhere in-between it seems
tirkeyKujo: 	Don't really wanna blow it all away right now, but AHEM, back on track
tirkeyKujo: 	The usual scene from before goes on. Mimmy, ???'s assistant, leads you back to her employer's speaker fone, who this time speaks with a somewhat more worried tone.
Alloces: (( fone ))
Cheryl: (( PC fone home ))
tirkeyKujo: (( I'm pretty sure "fone" actually is a thing ))
Alloces: (( I...I don't think so ))
Alloces: (( I think Agi died laughing ))
Tiffany: (( Not so much, just felt... a weird, cold feeling ))
tirkeyKujo: (( pretty sure I've heard it used in this context ))
Cheryl: (( Doesn't matter, carry on ))
	???: 	Welcome, my children, I see you have a penchant for arriving fashionably late. Sit down, relax. How did yesterday's ordeal go?
	Mimmy: 	The assistant readies the chairs you usually sit on, in an uptight, orderly fashion.
Alloces: (( brb ))
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl sits down in the seat at an angle, her legs crossed and with one arm dangling over the back of the chair. She sits there silently, waiting for Al to do the talking.
Alloces: (( back ))
Alloces: (( BRB AGAIN. ))
Cheryl: (( You missed a shitload ))
Alloces: (( WOULD YOU PEOPLE JUST CARRY ON WITHOUT ME ))
Ladd: (( I'd love to, but there's a limit to how much the GM can keep going at a time 9_9 ))
* Tiffany pulls up a seat, sitting backwards with her arms crossed on top of the chair.
	Cheryl: 	Truth be told, Cheryl didn't like the mysterious ??? very much. Sure he helped them out and all, generally seemed pretty mellow for the most part...but the fact that she knew nothing about the person made it all the harder for her to deal with.
	Ladd: 	And lad here just awkwardly shuffles around. "Uh...I didn't get shot, that's a good thing, right?"
Tiffany: (( Okay, so... ))
Tiffany: (( what IS ??? in relation to us ))
Tiffany: (( I thought Alloces was our manager ))
	???: 	Ah, glad you could ask *All speech will be in quotes from heron out*
Tiffany: (( it's a bird ))
	???: 	???, you can say, your manager's manager. You usually just meet with Alloces when doing typical low-duty stuff, but ??? tends to call you all together from time to time if something rather important needs to get done.
	???: 	???'s form hasn't been shown, and has only ever been seen from this speaker (which is also portable)
	???: 	*as....this speaker, whatever
	Tiffany: 	Of course that's a good thing. But we shouldn't have had to deal with that in the first place! I hope we're about to get a good explanation...
	Cheryl: 	"I 'unno Lad." Cheryl says as she shrugs her shoulders, "Would've given you a bitchin' scar, chicks dig scars."
* Alloces sits down in a regular fashion, clasps his hands together, and looks Mimmy in the eyes, being unable to do so to the box... "Well! Do you know of the incident that occurred near where these three were playing last night? I'd expect you would?"
	???: 	"I heard about it on the news. I'd say something like 'That must have been a real misfortunate accident' or 'I promise this won't happen again' but I won't"
	???: 	"That's because I would be lying. And I'm not one to lie."
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy puts on a sad, worried face.
	???: 	"After all, the world of 'punk rock' is a dangerous place. Only a few brave souls have peeked into the world and came out in one piece."
	Tiffany: 	Tiffany grits her teeth. "Is it someone targeting US? What did we do, we've barely gotten started!"
	Alloces: 	"Well, I never did suspect that it was an accident. But, Tiffany, I cannot fathom anyone would want you blown up. It isn't about what you did, it's what would be in it for them, and I can see nothing."
	Ladd: 	Ladd brushes off his hat "Listen, I don't care how intense the mosh pits get, I'm pretty sure most don't end with bullet trails on our headwear."
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy carries ??? and walks back and forth with a somewhat forlorn face.
	Cheryl: 	"You lot are a bit sheltered then, eh?" Cheryl says as she yawns into her hand.
	???: 	"Don't worry, I guarantee, nobody was actively targeting you."
	???: 	"The world is a big, complex place. Big, complex things tend to happen. That's just the way the clock ticks."
Silver has connected.
	???: 	"No, instead, the reality is more far-reaching. Truth be told, your job isn't glorious, but it's a necessary one"
	Tiffany: 	"W-what? No, I'm as tough as they come, bring it on! It just... wasn't what I expected, that's all...!" Tiffany clenches her fist as she denies Cheryl's accusations. "Just be on our guard, we can handle that."
Tiffany: (( Howdy Silver ))
???: (( hoi ))
Tiffany: (( *temporarily moves Silver's left arm to the 15th floor* ))
	Alloces: 	"Whose job? Mine, theirs, hers? Contractor, ...rockers, secretary, there are differences here."
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy puts one finger into the air and smirks with a smart-alecky expression.
	???: 	"All of yours of course! But what you don't know is that you're wrapped into a complex web that you may or may not be ready to understand."
	???: 	"No, not even you Mr. Alloces."
	Ladd: 	Ladd scratches his head "This is sounding a bit too...shady for my tastes."
	Alloces: 	"I don't have to understand a web to burn it to cinders, Mr...what was your name again, I'm afraid I've forgotten?"
Alloces: (( there's no way that'll fail ))
	???: 	"Haven't I told you? My name is ???" (Pronounced "Three Query")
	Cheryl: 	The voice's cryptic words just do more to further Cheryl's dislike of the mysterious man. She clenches her fist in annoyance. And his desire to avoid revealing any concrete details about himself just makes it all the worse.
	???: 	"All you need to know is that this is a grand web. It's a web where you play the most important roles. I'm not saying this to lift your spirits or anything. I need you. We all do. For the sake of everyone."
Tiffany: (( well you heard it here first, folks ))
Tiffany: (( the world needs a prostitute facility ))
	Alloces: 	Al leans back in his chair; "Yes, Three Queer-y, how could I forget? Now, could you tell me, you speak of a web, but where's the spider?"
	???: 	"The Spider in this case is much better left out until you're ready. I risk far too much letting such information out."
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy lifts up her fist in a confident manner.
	???: 	"As you can tell, the world of punk rock isn't just about playing music. It's, unfortunately, going to be a violent path. A path with much conflict, knuckles being thrown, and blood staining the pavement."
* Tiffany shifts uneasily, gripping her chair tighter
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy stares at you with a flat expression, a mix of scheming and judgement spreads her face subltely.
Tiffany: (( of all the times to not have Danger Sense ))
	Alloces: 	Al notices Tiffany's anxiety; "Are you trying to scare them, you two? They're overblowing this, dears. For instance, I don't even fight with my fists, no knuckles to fear from me!"
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy scratches her chin
	???: 	"Yeah, knuckles may be going a bit too far..."
	Cheryl: 	"You're making this sound like it's some sorta fuckin' huge deal."
	Ladd: 	"Yeesh, sounds like an awful lot to take in..."
	Ladd: 	"Of course, what do I know? This is just a temp thing for me after all, right?" Ladd smiles and sticks his tongue out. "...right?"
	Tiffany: 	"Ask TQ over there..."
	???: 	"I'm sorry to have wrapped you all into this...but destiny would have led you to me anyway."
	???: 	"Trust me, it would have been far, far worse if it didn't."
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl grows increasingly annoyed by the second, before finally snapping. "Destiny? What a fuckin' load of shite! How the hell is any of this destiny?!"
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy puffs her cheeks and sticks her index finger up.
	???: 	"Call it whatever you want...but little does everyone know, this wonderful city is currently in a state of emergency."
	Alloces: 	"And now you're overblowing yourself. And YOU'RE blowing your top. Trust me, if he's not joking, he's just being arrogant. Mimmy, you know, spiders eat flies on the wall. Perhaps you should stay out of this?"
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy looks at Al angrily while tightly hugging ???'s infocom.
	Cheryl: 	"Will you drop the fuckin' spider metaphor for -FUCK- sake?! Ugh!" Cheryl gets up suddenly, her chair scraping on the ground due to the sudden movement. She walks towards the door in frustration before turning back. "Why does nobody else seem to care what this is really about?! Don't you wanna know what the fuck you're signing up for?!" she says as she clasps Tiffany on the shoulder.
	Alloces: 	"Now why would I care? I'm not in a band. That's your problem."
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy losens her grip on the infobox and solemnly looks away, towards the wall.
	Alloces: 	"Now, don't break your co-worker's shoulder, she'll need that."
	Alloces: 	"And I LIKE the spider metaphor, but it's really a web metaphor."
	Tiffany: 	*jolts to attention* "Of course I do! But ??? just said..."
	???: 	"Signing up for...? I'm afraid you've..."
Tiffany: (( Oh god Ladd's going to be exploded isn't he ))
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy turns back around and quickly puts on a somewhat neutral smile.
	???: 	"I've babbled on for too long. Perhaps your manager is correct, no? Consider the first part of this meeting a fair warning. I'll have to get onto the second part quite soon, see."
	Alloces: 	"Now, then, you can't have called me here for just this. What do you need? Mimmy refusing to get your coffee? Does your box need to be polished? Am I to recover a stolen diamond? I can do any of these...results depend upon the pay."
	???: 	"And Ms. Cheryl, I'd much appreciate it if you calmed your nerves and sat back down. For just this one time, please."
	???: 	"I promise, it won't be much longer"
	Cheryl: 	"..." Cheryl sighs audibly before sitting down in her seat once more. "Yeah, yeah."
	???: 	"Thank you. *Clears throat*"
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy does the appropriate throat clearing motion
	???: 	"More importantly, I called you because of the drummer. You remember that, right? I sure hope you do."
	Ladd: 	"Drummer? You mean me?"
	???: 	"No, the other drummer. Your replacement."
	Ladd: 	"Oh...right...that."
	Tiffany: 	"...sorry Ladd, though at least this means you don't have to worry about being shot at again. You did great last night."
	Alloces: 	"Don't get down, now, lad. Maybe your next band won't have such a teeeerrrible faaaate as ours! Yes, I'm sure you'll be just as better off without these two as they will without you."
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl shifts awkwardly in her seat, there's about a million things she wants to shout out right about now but instead she opts to bite on her lip.
	Ladd: 	Ladd closes his eyes and smiles with his tongue out. "It's alright guys. It's not like I could keep this job up for much longer, I sorta have an Engineering degree to work on, along with a few other promises I'll hopefully get around to keeping."
	???: 	"Basically, we're running out of time. Very soon you'll be doing an...encore performance at the La Vida Club. Today."
Alloces: (( Did I know about this ))
???: (( no, you did not ))
	???: 	"This time, however, you'll need the drummer. And I mean you will need the drummer at all costs. Going without the drummer is not an option."
	Alloces: 	"I'm sorry, they will? I don't recall telling anyone that, or confirming it, or thinking it."
	Tiffany: 	" 'The' Drummer, the one we can't seem to get ahold of?"
	???: 	"You'll know when you meet the drummer. Truth be told, I haven't heard from the drummer in a while, but something tells me time is about to run out."
	???: 	"I've given you the directions to where I've pinpointed its location. This time, however, you must reach it at all costs. No matter if the door is locked, no matter what."
	Tiffany: 	"You're sure you can't tell us anything else about these stakes, and why they exist in the first place? This seems overly dramatic."
	Cheryl: 	"Or what the drummer's name is? Or why we need this one person? I swear if someone says 'oh it's destiny,'...
	Alloces: 	"I'd like to know why I wasn't the one doing the informing here."
	???: 	"If you truly must know, I'll tell you...after you reach the drummer."
	???: 	"I don't want to cause any...unneeded trouble, you could say."
	Tiffany: 	Tiffany looks back at Cheryl, and raises an eyebrow as if to say "Good enough?"
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl sighs once more, "We done here?"
	Mimmy: 	Mimmy nods and then bows.
	???: 	"It was a pleasure working with you once again. Godspeed, young ones, and use the power of punk rock however you can."
	Alloces: 	Alloces shakes his head and rubs his temple. "Fine, I will hunt them down. So that we're in the clear, doors, walls, people, whatever is in between me and this drummer, it is going on YOUR tab."
	Cheryl: 	Without another word to Mimmy or ???, Cheryl stands up and walks out the door, giving a sort of half wave as she does so.
	Alloces: 	"NEXT TIME, alert me to where they're playing at least more than, I don't know, a day before they have to play there. It's going to cause a lot of headaches, this stunt of yours."
	???: 	"I'll do whatever is in my power. I can promise you that."
	Ladd: 	"Yeesh. Guess I'll head out with you to greet the newbie too. I got time."
	Tiffany: 	*shakes head* "I have no idea what he could've possibly been going on about. At least he's agreed to give us answers once we find ourselves this drummer. Which was... where, again?"
Tiffany: (( I know he gave us directions ))
Tiffany: (( just have no idea where those directions LEAD to ))
	Ladd: 	"Let's see, it's uh...near where the club was..."
	Ladd: 	"Over in Wolfgang Road, isn't it?"
	Alloces: 	"Yes, a road name, that will help. At least you were paying attention. Come, this way. I jotted down the directions on my clipboard."
	Tiffany: 	"Okay, let's head on over! Cheryl, are you alright? You really did blow up in there."
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl is standing outside the building, it seems as though her stress built up to the point where she needed a smoke. She glances sideways at Tiffany, "Can't fuckin' stand wankers like that."
	Alloces: 	"Now, now, Query's not a bad person, if a bit grandiose. Don't let the little talking box get to you."
tirkeyKujo: 	You walk on over to where the directions told you, but not until you get oblig random encounter.
	Tiffany: 	aw shit
tirkeyKujo: 	Near a local street, you witness a large, heavy-gutted man laughing and conversing with a rather uncomfortable-looking fellow who seems to just want to get away.
tirkeyKujo: 	While you walk by, the large man notices you and waves on by.
	Doleman: 	"Hey there children! I heard what happened over in Club La Vida the other day, was worried you'd be blown to pieces!" *Laughs*
	Adel Zuan: 	"C-can I go now?"
TWILT: (( that's not Chef >: ))
Cheryl: (( Hey Chef. ))
Adel Zuan: (( it's close enough ))
Tiffany: (( Oh THAT'S who it was, I knew I recognized the vocal patterns ))
Tiffany: (( derp ))
	Alloces: 	"Blown to pieces, hm? No, I'm fine. Now, what are we doing here, you two?"
	Doleman: 	"Oh lighten up, you!" Doleman turns his attention back to Al there. "I was just walkin' on by, mindin' my own business, when this kid over here went and collapsed, drownin' in a pool of his own...ick, I don't even want to know!"
Cheryl: (( Wait, that the kid I saw throw up? ))
	Adel Zuan: 	"I just, uh...want to leave, please."
Tiffany: (( You saw him throw up last night, has he just been simmering in it? ))
	Adel Zuan: 	You do perhaps make out that this was the same person you saw do something similar last night. Sorta hard to tell, it was pretty dark back then.
	Cheryl: 	"Oi, you the guy I saw puking his lungs up last night?"
	Alloces: 	"Eat something gone bad? If you'd like to, tell me where, and I can assure you I can give them a heckling they'll never forget?"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel opens his eyes and looks on in terror at the amount of people looking at him.
* Tiffany is apparently looking away
	Doleman: 	"Dang son, how long has this been going on for? You need medical attention, pronto! Isn't that right kids? Help me get this guy into a hospital or something!"
Tiffany: (( well I'm sure one of us has a cell phone, even if it is 1999 ))
	Cheryl: 	"How many people does it take to get one bloke to the hospital? We've got shit to do." Cheryl sighs, taking a drag on her cigarette
	Alloces: 	"You all can go on, here, take the directions. I'll do anything, if it will put off what old Query wants me to do!"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel clutches his head and starts muttering to hmself. "Too...many....people....this isn't normal at all! This situation isn't normal in the slightest!"
	Tiffany: 	(Shouldn't you be there to sign him on...?)
	Doleman: 	"It shouldn't, but this kid doesn't wanna budge an inch, see?"
	Doleman: 	Doleman tries to tug on Adel with little success.
	Tiffany: 	« 1d10+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » *let's see if a percep roll is worth anything*
Tiffany: (( Trivial Average Challenging Very Difficult Generally Impossible 4 8 12 20 16 ))
	Tiffany: 	dammit all
	Adel Zuan: 	You notice Adel utterly snapping and swiping at Doleman with a right hook, which he narrowly dodges.
	Adel Zuan: 	"JUST LET ME BE NORMAL ALREADY!"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel begins to dart in the other direction, ironically attracting more attention than he would before, which only makes him dart faster in an endless cycle.
	Ladd: 	Ladd just barely manages to step to the side to avoid being tackled. "DAMN! Hell's his problem?"
	Tiffany: 	"Is he okay?! In the head I mean?" *tracks him as he runs off* "Maybe he's scared of hospitals."
	Cheryl: 	"Fuckin' druggies. Now that's somethin that's always made this town shit."
	Alloces: 	"Oh, now, fists aren't for fighting! Kick him, if you mus---Oh, leaving so soon? You three, do you need me for anything? Surely you can handle something this simple yourselves? I've half a mind to go after the lad."
	Doleman: 	Doleman lifts his head up. "Is he gonna be okay?"
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl shrugs, "Not like it's fuckin' rocket science to find someone. The fuck do you care about that drughead for though?"
	Tiffany: 	"If you want to track him down, go ahead. We can just bring the drummer by your office later."
	Doleman: 	"Phew, with the way he's runnin', he don't look sick at all anymore! Heck's with that?"
Tiffany: (( might be the Forgonya drug or something ))
Alloces: (( bak ))
	Alloces: 	Al looks Cheryl dead in the eyes. "Oh, that's simple, I care about everyone! Yes, that's me. Did you ever see a show called the Care Bears? I'll have you know, I was Funshine Bear! But enough sharing of my past, here are the directions." Al rips a sheet off his clipboard and hands it to Cheryl, then turns to bolt after the sick man.
Tiffany: (( what ))
Alloces: (( Tiffany just takes it entirely literally ))
Doleman: (( Alloces just literally acted as Funshine bear on the show ))
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl drops her cigarette and stomps it out, "The fuck do we work with this guy again?"
	Doleman: 	"I was always more of a Cheer Bear guy myself...I mean *ahem* You need a ride then kids?"
Alloces: (( So I chase after the homeless drug addict ))
Alloces: (( and you guys get stuffed into a van and forcefed chocolate salty balls ))
TWILT: (( (sinister) ))
	Adel Zuan: 	I didn't undersell Adel when I said he was dashing. I mean, boy, he's running FAST. It seems you can just barely catch up with him.
	Tiffany: 	@ Cheryl: "At least he's good at getting us shows."
Tiffany: (( Just how far away are we from Westboro Baptist Church again ))
	Adel Zuan: 	When it seems you're just about to gain on him, he runs into a nearby alley, unaware that anyone is chasing him.
tirkeyKujo: 	The Church? It's about a few blocks away from your current location.
	Alloces: 	*well at least I have Athletics* "Slow down, now, lad! I'm afraid I just might have to tackle you, and that could ruffle my cravat!" *follows into alley*
Tiffany: (( Naw I meant our destination the name of which I already forgot ))
Tiffany: (( Wolfgang, apparently ))
tirkeyKujo: 	You mean the nondescript house? That too is only a few blocks away.
tirkeyKujo: 	It's not like Doleman really knows where you're going
Tiffany: (( well of course, just needed a turn of phrase ))
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel pants and collapses onto his knees. "That was close...I almost attracted too much attention there."
	Cheryl: 	"Rides from strangers. Sure. Sounds like a blast."
	Adel Zuan: 	It seems he was either too far away or caught up in the moment to hear your little phrase
Tiffany: (( Oh right, "stranger danger" ))
Tiffany: (( Sorta forgot about that what with the complete and utter disregard for security MYM has given me ))
	Alloces: 	*stops before hitting the kid* "Trying to catch you is like trying to mudwrestle Teflon... Now WHAT were you running from me for?"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel jolts when he hears your voice. "Wh-wha...who are you? Did you notice me run into here? Is there something irregular you're noticing here?"
	Cheryl: 	"C'mon Tiff." Cheryl says as she tilts her head back, "Let's go."
	Alloces: 	"Yes, boy, I noticed you run into here. Fast isn't stealthy, you see. Now would you mind telling me why someone as sick as you can run nearly as quickly as I, the picture of health, can?"
	Doleman: 	"Where you headed to anyway? Over to Wolfgang Way or something?"
	Tiffany: 	"Right. I think we're just about there anyway."
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel gets up and stares at you with a morbid look. "Are you saying...that wasn't normal at all? That I'm the fastest person you've ever seen?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"That won't do, that won't do!"
	Alloces: 	"I suppose I've never seen myself run, so that could be true. Probably not, however. What definitely isn't normal is being able to do that after donating your lunch to the pavement."
	Adel Zuan: 	"I could just...." Adel seems to be preparing something, but then notices a kid watching him.
	Adel Zuan: 	He turns around and tells Al "P-please, leave me alone, can you?"
	Doleman: 	"Oh, you are? Well don't let me slow you down, I got business to take care of anyway!"
	Alloces: 	"I could arrange that, if you'd tell me what's making you so sick in the first place. That's why I'm here, after all."
	Doleman: 	Doleman walks to the side, muttering "Strange things goin' on 'round here lately. It's givin' me the heebie jeebies."
	Adel Zuan: 	"It's just a cold. A perfectly common cold, the type everyone gets."
	Adel Zuan: 	"I mean, shouldn't that be obvious?"
	Cheryl: 	"This is fuckin' ridiculous..."
	Tiffany: 	*I assume we've resumed walking by now* "You know, there are about 5 different things you could mean by that."
	Ladd: 	"Ah, honestly, I've gotten a used to it."
	Alloces: 	"Really? I don't recall a cold doing that to ME. The flu, maybe? But when you have the flu, why, it's only normal to be much too tired to run like that!
	Alloces: 	"
	Cheryl: 	"True. But this fuckin'...fuckin' ??? guy. THIS is the exact sort of shit I got into this business to avoid."
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl spits off to the side, "Fuckin' faceless...FUCKIN LITERALLY NOW...business owners and shit. That's not in the fuckin' spirit of the music."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Oh, don't worry about that. I just, uh...made really good marks in my High School track team 5 years ago. I must still have it in me."
	Adel Zuan: 	"I mean, I didn't get FIRST PLACE or anything, nononononono, heavens NO! I didn't get first place in anything!"
	Adel Zuan: 	"I in fact made sure I wouldn't do anything like that! That would rob others of the chance of getting first place. I'm more than content with second. Or third. 4th is most preferrable."
tirkeyKujo: 	You follow the directions and make it to the house you were looking for
	Tiffany: 	"..." Tiffany pauses before continuing the conversation. "Maybe it's not too late. Who is this ??? guy, anyway? He can't do anything to us. Once we get our drummer, maybe we can try to go it solo again!"
	Alloces: 	"An athlete? You know, it's quite odd for someone so healthy to get something like the flu. You are quite considerate of others, aren't you? Rare to see that in young people these days! Or anyone, really. The majority of people are all too concerned with themselves."
tirkeyKujo: 	It's an awfully small place, but it looks pretty well-tuned from the outside. Very clean.
	Adel Zuan: 	"Considerate of others? Nononononono. Being considerate would mean I'm affecting their lives in some way. I won't tolerate that."
	Adel Zuan: 	"No, I refuse to dramatically shift or have any effect with anyone."
	Cheryl: 	"I mean c'mon. Why the fuck are we listin' to this wanker? Talkin about destiny and shit? The nutter's obviously insane."
	Alloces: 	"Sometimes, ignoring them is being considerate. Now, surely, you don't have all the time in the world to stand in an alley? Don't you have a job, or school, or...someone to meet?"
Tiffany: (( Oh shit, he's a time traveller. ))
Alloces: (( I was talking to Adel (WARY) ))
	Adel Zuan: 	"Huh? Me? No, I'm busy living a normal life over in- RIIIIIIIIIIIIING RINGRING RIIIIIIIIIIING"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel begins audibly sounding out what sounds like a telephone
	Alloces: 	"...Aren't you going to answer that?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"Oh no, don't tell me, does he wa- RIIIIIING RIIIING RIIIIIIIIIING!"
	Adel Zuan: 	"Oh god, where is it this time....?" the ringing man looks desperately around for a.....phone?
	Ladd: 	"Seems the line ends here. We gonna enter or what?"
	Adel Zuan: 	"AAAH! Where is it!? RIIIING RIIIING!"
	Alloces: 	"Come on now, don't let me bother you, someone obviously wants to get ahold of you!" (This ought to be fun.)
	Cheryl: 	"Yeah, why the fuck not.
	Cheryl: 	"
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel stares at you and his expression begins to jolt. "It's you! You have it!" He moves closer, intending to inspect you.
tirkeyKujo: 	The door appears to be locked. Any amount of knocking doesn't seem to bring an answer.
Tiffany: (( Lockpicking: 0 ))
Tiffany: (( welp that's it, game over ))
	Alloces: 	"Oh, I do? Maybe so! Tell you what, I'll give it to you, if you want? Of course, everything has its price!"
Alloces: (( Property Damage: 3 ))
Alloces: (( I assume SOMEONE else has it. ))
	Adel Zuan: 	"AAAAH, WHAT DO YOU ME- RIIIIIIIIIING RIIING RIIIIIING-AN? I'LL PAY YOU WHAT YOU WANT, JUST GIVE IT TO ME!"
Silver is disconnected.
	Cheryl: 	"Alright, be a man and knock the door down, Ladd."
	Alloces: 	"Sure, sure! Could you tell me just what it is that made you so sick, really and truly? I could help you, make you...normal again."
	Ladd: 	"Wh-what? Knock it down?! Wouldn't we, like, get in trouble for that?"
	Tiffany: 	"Hold up." *checks under doormat* "Let's check the obvious places first..."
	Adel Zuan: 	"I TOOOLD YOU IT'S JUST A COOOLD RIIIING RIIIING RIIIIIIING"
	Cheryl: 	"Pretty sure the fuckin' dickbag ??? expected this.
tirkeyKujo: 	The doormat has no key.
tirkeyKujo: 	At most, the house has windows, and seems to have two floors.
	Cheryl: 	"Think he flat out said no matter if the door is locked." Cheryl rubs the back of her neck with her right hand, "So yeah, asshole was no doubt counting on this. DESTINY...or some such shit."
	Alloces: 	*Do I actually HAVE a cell phone, they do exist if it's '99(
	Tiffany: 	Heads yes
Tiffany: (( dammit ))
Tiffany: (( apparently only GMs can use emit ))
	Tiffany: 	The coin came up HEADS!
Tiffany: (( there, you have one ))
tirkeyKujo: (( cell phones started to boom around the late 90s, so yes, it's not entirely uncommon to have one now ))
	Alloces: 	Al waves his phone in front of the exasperated man. "Are you sure about that?"
Alloces: (( Force Ladd to break the door down ))
Alloces: (( By which I mean, pretend he's a guitar ))
Alloces: (( and the door is the stage floor ))
Alloces: (( and slam him into it ))
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel doesn't seem amused in the slightest. "Stop waving that thing around at me! I need the actual phone! RIIING!"
	Alloces: 	(Well, now this is getting interesting.) "Oh? The phone, hm?" Al fiddles around in his pockets, searching then. "Darn, I've forgotten what it looks like! Spit it out, boy, tell me exactly what you're looking for, or the shape, maybe that'll help?"
	Cheryl: 	"So yeah, break it down, Ladd. Or we'll just smash out the windows."
* Tiffany looks side to side for cops/onlookers
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel gets way too close for comfort and then starts noodling his fingers all over your face. "I-I'm not sure, but it should be here somewhere!"
	Ladd: 	"Wh- seriously? You want me to break this entire door down? I don't even know if I CAN do that!"
	Ladd: 	Ladd starts nervously tapping the door with his foot. "Uh....yeah, how am I supposed to do this?"
	Ladd: 	"Alright, alright, stop staring, Nyeeeeeh!" Ladd tries to kick the door down with all his might! « 1d10-3 = 1 - 3 = -2 »
Tiffany: (( oh my god. ))
	Alloces: 	"...what are you doing, pray tell?" Al wipes the man's hands away from his face, then pulls his empty hand out of his pocket, cupped loosely. "Here, I think I've got it!" (Now, just how crazy is he?)
TWILT: (( Pfffthahaha ))
Alloces: (( Somehow I don't know if tha'td do it. ))
Alloces: (( How's he even HAVE a negative mod ))
Tiffany: (( 0 is average ))
Ladd: (( he's not a fighter in the slightest ))
Tiffany: (( for a fighter. ))
Alloces: (( That might do it ))
	Tiffany: 	...
	Cheryl: 	"That looked like it hurt."
	Tiffany: 	I'm just the strongest member of the team
	Tiffany: 	great
Alloces: (( Besides me! ))
Alloces: (( But I'm not there. ))
Tiffany: (( okay, of the BAND ))
	Ladd: 	Ladd attempts to kick the door, but winds up spraining his ankle and being knocked back by the sheer force of his blunder.
Alloces: (( The door kicked back ))
	Ladd: 	"Damn...they really do make doors sturdy nowadays..."
	Tiffany: 	"Was that crunching the door or your leg?"
	Cheryl: 	"Well then...let's try..." « 1d10-1 = 8 - 1 = 7 »
tirkeyKujo: 	You smash the door in good, but it doesn't fall back quite yet
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl shrugs "Well...you probably weakened it up for me."
	Cheryl: 	"Now, finish it off Tiff. This is a group effort."
Alloces: (( He actually STRENGTHNED it. ))
tirkeyKujo: 	he probably did
	Tiffany: 	"Sure, I'll give it a goooooHYAAH!" *delivers a BRUTAL NAT 1* « 1d10 = 10 »
	Tiffany: 	*or that*
	Adel Zuan: 	"THERE IT IS!" Adel grabs Al's empty hand and puts his face up against it.
tirkeyKujo: 	The door goes flying back
	Cheryl: 	"Well...that must be embarassing for you." Cheryl says as she gives Ladd a sideways glance.
	Adel Zuan: 	As Adel talks into Al's hand, his palm begins to feel strange and almost tingly.
	Tiffany: 	*rubs leg* "Fwoo, that felt good. Thanks for letting me finish it off."
Alloces: (( What's he saying (HMM) or just babbling? ))
	Tiffany: 	"Now let's go... unite with destiny, whatever that's supposed to mean."
Alloces: (( >yfw the drummer's name is Destiny ))
Tiffany: (( mip ))
	Ladd: 	Ladd gets up and dusts off his hat. "I'm hope nobody -else- saw that. For entirely different reasons."
tirkeyKujo: 	You look within the house, and it appears to be pretty well kept, except not really.
tirkeyKujo: 	There's a few...strange creatures lying on the ground, utterly motionless. In addition, a young girl seems to be kneeling on the ground, her hands pressed against the floor, inside of a circle drawn on the surface. It all looks like something out of a creepy performance artist show.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone' by player TWILT (Player)
	Rosalinda: 	*sees door flying* Well, that was some kick...
	Adel Zuan: 	"Wh-what? No, I just needed to- No, please understand! Yes....yes...uh huh."
	Cheryl: 	"You ever think about answering the bloody door before we had to kick it down?"
Alloces: (( Guess I could...try a Perception check, since Awareness is passive ))
Alloces: (( to see if it's at all nostalgiac ))
Tiffany: (( wait, I thought you were supposed to change the name? ))
	Adel Zuan: 	You can at the very least hear...something coming out of your arm.
Tiffany: (( Since Rosa existed ))
	Adel Zuan: 	Maybe you can try and point out what exactly it's saying
Rosalinda: (( Ehhh, you can just call me Linda if you want to avoid confusion ))
Alloces: (( Well all right. I'll try that, but also, I wanted to check if I could recall if it felt anything like when I got MY power ))
Tiffany: (( Linda was the name of my 55 year old babysitter growing up ))
Tiffany: (( it'd be weird (D) ))
Cheryl: (( Linda's the name of my former 50-something year old boss ))
Cheryl: (( It'd be weird (D) ))
tirkeyKujo: 	You can try and check for that too
tirkeyKujo: 	Also, someone playing as someone named Cher has no right to complain about 50 year olds
Alloces: (( Just a flat d10 with no ranks, or is it like CATastrophe and I take a penalty for not having ranks? ))
Alloces: (( Or is it even possible (waiting) ))
Tiffany: (( it'd just be a d10 ))
tirkeyKujo: 	a skill check is just a 1d10+your skill rank thing
tirkeyKujo: 	so yeah, it's just a d10
	Rosalinda: 	"Oh yeah, I'd love to, but I'm kinda, uh...stuck here..." She says while her hands still stuck to the ground.
	Alloces: 	« 1d10 = 10 » I guess for hearing, then « 1d10 = 10 » for recognizing (waiting)
Alloces: (( Damn. ))
tirkeyKujo: 	*Lowers glasses*
Tiffany: (( daaayum ))
Tiffany: (( erryone be getting 10s ))
Rosalinda: (( Bah gawd ))
Tiffany: (( except Ladd ))
Tiffany: (( but fuck Ladd ))
	Ladd: 	(ANNOYED)
	Tiffany: 	"Stuck there... doing what, exactly?" *motions for rest of party to pile in* "Some sort of pre-drumming stretches?"
	Cheryl: 	"Yeah...real shitty for ya. You seen a drummer around here? Or should I not get my hopes up and assume that's you?"
	Rosalinda: 	Rosalinda points her head to the ground as she replies, "Uhh, you notice this giant circle on the ground? I can't move because of it for some reason..."
	Adel Zuan: 	You can hear that Adel is talking to someone that sounds exactly like your, you could say, "Patron." He appears to be barking out orders, and demanding Adel to make his way over to High Vertby as soon as possible.
	Rosalinda: 	"Oh a drummer? Haha yep, that's me!" She says with a happy smile despite her situation.
	Cheryl: 	"Oh. That makes sense. Oh wait, I mean the opposite of sense. The fuck is that again, Tiff?"
	Ladd: 	"Hey, hey, don't worry lady. A circle? That doesn't seem like such a big deal to me!"
	Tiffany: 	"Crazy? It sounds crazy?"
	Cheryl: 	Cheryl gives Ladd a sly grin, "Yeah. Just go pull 'er free, Muscles."
	Ladd: 	"Why, let me help you over there and..." Ladd steps forward before accidentally stepping on a small spike strategically placed on the ground
Tiffany: (( a Lego you say ))
	Ladd: 	"YEOWCH!"
	Rosalinda: 	"Watch out!"
	Rosalinda: 	"Oh geez...you okay?"
	Ladd: 	"Damn...think it might be bleeding lemme che-" Ladd tries to pull his leg off the ground, but to no avail.
Rosalinda: (( oshit ))
	Ladd: 	Ladd tugs harder. "Hell is going on here?"
	Ladd: 	"I...I can't seem to move my leg...."
	Cheryl: 	"We'll have to cut it off then. Get fuckin' serious Ladd and go help her."
	Ladd: 	"Haha...no seriously. It's like...stuck to the ground."
	Alloces: 	Al's eyes light up, and he smiles. (I thought so...But since when did I become a conduit for communication?) "So, boy! Need any help from a fellow?"
	Rosalinda: 	"Uh, I think he IS serious..."
	Rosalinda: 	"I think it's the same thing that's causing me to be stuck."
	Tiffany: 	"You're saying you've got a bunch of spikes sticking through you?! How long have you been stuck like that?"
	Rosalinda: 	"Uh, it's not spikes. I think I would have bleed to death by then..."
	Ladd: 	"H-help me out here, I think this is serious!"
	Tiffany: 	"Hold on, Cheryl, grab one side, I'll grab the other- watch your step!"
	Cheryl: 	"And we'll pull him in two? Good plan."
	Rosalinda: 	"See, I've kinda been stuck like this for half a week now. There's this creepy guy that wants to, uh, do experiments on me."
	Adel Zuan: 	Adel finally wraps up his convo with the patron, and presses the back of your wrist to hang up.
	Cheryl: 	"We call that a rapist, love."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Th-thank you, but you didn't see that!"
	Tiffany: 	"His LEG, top and bottom- wait, what?"
	Rosalinda: 	"Hahahaha...it's a tad more complex than that..."
	Rosalinda: 	Rosalinda sighs a little bit.
	Ladd: 	"Okay, seriously, whoever's doing this...it ain't funny anymore!"
	Alloces: 	"No, I didn't, I heard it. Don't you think it strange you can hear a voice coming out of my hand in the first place?"
	Cheryl: 	"So...say I'm to humor you. Are you just too weak to break out of this? Or if we start tugging on Ladd here, is he gonna burst into pieces?"
tirkeyKujo: 	A mysterious female voice chimes in from the side @the house
Are you scaaaareed?
	Rosalinda: 	"I swear I'm not ly- Wait, what's that?!"
	Ladd: 	"Yes, I'm scared! Damn near terrifi- wait...who is tha-" but before Ladd can finish his sentence, his mouth is shut tight by a myserious force, leaving him mumbling in a panic.
Alloces: (( Next time, Twilt ))
Alloces: (( don't steal Rosa's name ))
Alloces: (( She's a bit of a cunt ))
Rosalinda: (( >: ))
	Cheryl: 	"Well this an improvement.
	Cheryl: 	"
Rosalinda: (( I knew I should have named her Lucina after my White 2 save file (annoyed) ))
tirkeyKujo: 	The door that you ever so gracefully knocked back begins to float up and straighten itself, and makes a beeline back to where it belonged.
	Tiffany: 	"Okay, what the hell is going on here?! You, whatever your name is, what is this?"
tirkeyKujo: 	From there, a small, and I'm talking about 3-4 feet here, girl with sickly green skin and an oddly rounded face appears sponaneously on top of the bookshelf.
	Rosalinda: 	"My name is Rosalinda, and uhh, I don't know much more than you to be honest..."
Cheryl: (( Chapton's cousin? ))
Tiffany: (( holy shit it actually is. ))
Alloces: (( No. ))
	Dipsy Down: 	"Oh, don't mind me. You just gracefully barged into my master's house is all."
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone' by player Thrice (Player)
	Kobouzu: 	This thing's sister
	Kobouzu: 	Good luck MT
	Kobouzu: 	You'll need it
	Rosalinda: 	"Oh geez, don't tell me you're..." Rosalinda quickly quiets down in fear.
	Adel Zuan: 	"J-just promise you won't tell anyone that and I won't have to ki- I mean, resort to desperate measures! Please!"
Kobouzu: 	Don't scare me like that I was about to delete it (D) Nobody knows what would've happened had I hit enter (D)
	Dipsy Down: 	"Do I...know you people? At all?"
	Alloces: 	"Oh, don't worry about that! I'm going with you. This does, after all, concern me a great deal."
	Cheryl: 	Tapping her foot impatiently, Cheryl glances around the room, "I'm not liking this shit at all. Seems like that fucker set us up."
	Adel Zuan: 	"Wh-WHAT!? No, you can't do that! I can't have that happening! This doesn't concern you in the slightest!"
	Rosalinda: 	Rosalinda quickly turns to the other two girls. "Get out of here! Run, now!"
	Dipsy Down: 	*Sniff sniff* "I can smell negative energy radiating from you. Could you be a...?"
	Ladd: 	"MMffmfmfmfmmfmfmfmfffmffph!?"
	Tiffany: 	"Run where, she put the door back!" « 1d10 = 1 » *may as well attempt to break it again*
	Tiffany: 	*aha.8
	Cheryl: 	"You reaaaaaally don't fuckin' know me if you think I'm one to run, girly."
	Dipsy Down: 	"It's no use, don't try it."
	Alloces: 	"It doesn't? That's news to me! See, that man you were talking to, I too know him pretty well. I know where you're off to, anyways!"
	Dipsy Down: 	"My name is Dipsy Down, and I'm a faithful Replicant, it's nothing personal, you see."
	Rosalinda: 	"Oh no oh no oh no..."
	Cheryl: 	"...and who the FUCK are you smelling this 'negative energy' on, ya fuckin' wanker?!"
	Dipsy Down: 	"Everywhere....it's increased TENFOLD since you lot took a stroll here!"
	Dipsy Down: 	"Here's a deal for you. If you can defeat me, I'll let you go, along with everyone else here. If you can't though, well...that's up to him to decide."
Tiffany: (( yes, fight in the room made out of paralysis spike traps ))
	Rosalinda: 	"Damnit!" Rosalinda wishes she could fight, though she still struggles to get her hands moving.
	Dipsy Down: 	"I'll even be kind enough to tell you the setup."
	Dipsy Down: 	"I have little battle capability on my own, but I can utilize my power to great effect. My power is the ability to 'bind' others."
	Dipsy Down: 	"Of course, in order to do this, I must exploit a weakness. Any weakness will do."
Alloces: (( Well, Ladd's fucked ))
tirkeyKujo: 	For the purpose of this fight, Dipsy is considered to be range 5. The goal is to close in on her so you can give her a good walloping.
Tiffany: (( aaaand I never bothered to call my bird. ))
Rosalinda: (( That's a girl? ))
Tiffany: (( what part about her looks non-female ))
Rosalinda: (( kinda hard to tell from this angle ))
Cheryl: (( So this fight ))
Cheryl: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36Hj_7EURgQ ))
tirkeyKujo: 	more or less
Tiffany: (( except the traps/projectiles are completely invisible ))
Tiffany: (( and we're walking 10 feet ))
Cheryl: (( Indeed, we are walking across the desert. ))
	Adel Zuan: 	"Wh-what, you do? How? Nevermind, this shouldn't be any of your business!"
	Alloces: 	"Oh, but what shouldn't can sometimes be misaligned with what isn't! Now, come, High Vertby is the destination, yes?"
Dipsy Down: (( It's best to perhaps exploit some of your skills here to make it up to Dipsy ))
Cheryl: (( So are we both going at once? ))
	Dipsy Down: 	Initiative (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6
	Dipsy Down: 	I don't need this, but here it is anyway
Rosalinda: (( PFFT WOW ))
Tiffany: (( ...shit. ))
	Cheryl: 	Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6
Cheryl: (( Woop. ))
Tiffany: (( wait, it's working for MT? ))
Tiffany: (( I'll just ))
Tiffany: (( remove that part of the macro for now ))
Alloces: (( It didn't put him on the init bar ))
Alloces: (( But it DID put Dipsy ))
Tiffany: (( yeah, that's why it worked ))
Tiffany: (( as MT has an old version ))
Tiffany: (( which doesn't add to init ))
Tiffany: (( which is apparently not ALLOWED for players ))
Alloces: (( hmm ))
Alloces: (( It also does not work for me. ))
	Tiffany: 	Initiative (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
Tiffany: (( I'll just go through once this is done ))
Dipsy Down: (( who cares about the init bar ))
Tiffany: (( and make trusted macros and such ))
Alloces: (( Wonder if there's any way to fix that ))
Dipsy Down: (( less just do this ))
Tiffany: (( There is, I'll do it after ))
	Dipsy Down: 	"Go ahead, entertain me"
Tiffany: (( but uh, aren't we supposed to end around now ))
Rosalinda: (( TO BE CONTINUED ))
Cheryl: (( You said we're five ranges away? ))
tirkeyKujo: 	*Checks clock* Well damn, it actually is 3
Tiffany: (( Something like that ))
tirkeyKujo: 	And yes
tirkeyKujo: 	it's 5 ranges away
tirkeyKujo: 	as high as it gets
tirkeyKujo: 	Meaning, no, Ki attacks can't reach her from here
Tiffany: (( oh right, my bird is Short range anyway ))
Cheryl: (( Damn. I wanted to use mobility and then bitch slap her with my reach attack : ))
Tiffany: (( I'm still concerned about the COMPLETELY UNMARKED DEATH TRAPS ))
Alloces: (( I don't even think you need Mobility for that ))
Alloces: (( You could do it normally ))
tirkeyKujo: 	But either way TO BE CONTINUED
Alloces: (( You can move 2 spaces then attack, for some FS, and Reach moves can hit from 3 spaces away ))
Alloces: (( With an ACC penalty ))
	Cheryl: 	Oh right.
Rosalinda: (( Aww >: ))
	Cheryl: 	Oh well, just keep in mind I go first =3=
tirkeyKujo: 	I'll just save the map
Alloces: (( Though...it'd have to cost ONE FS, otherwise you couldn't do it at PL1 ))
Alloces: (( Pretty sure it does ))
	Rosalinda: 	Might wanna save this campaign
	Rosalinda: 	yeah
tirkeyKujo: 	AND the log this time
tirkeyKujo: 	I need a credits theme here
	Tiffany: 	mippo
	Alloces: 	Guess I'll be off to High Highby next
tirkeyKujo: 	Indeed, you party-splitting bastard
	Tiffany: 	I was just gonna post http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YAGmgZcjag
	Tiffany: 	or is this a shitty loop
	Rosalinda: 	I-I hope I did okay for my first time..
tirkeyKujo: 	a link to the MS paint
	Cheryl: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0qanxiosmw
	Tiffany: 	Y'did fine, TWILT, no worries at all
	Tiffany: 	I'm glad we decided to adopt the quotation marks
	Alloces: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgQW4wigdDk
	Rosalinda:
	Tiffany: 	But yeah as a player I can do precisely fuckall that I need to do
	Rosalinda: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLuqbq4qopM
	Tiffany: 	Feel like saving this campaign, Tirk?
	Tiffany: 	as I'mma rehost
tirkeyKujo: 	well damn hold on
	Alloces: 	Some use some like
	Alloces: 	really gay show's ending theme
	Alloces: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wR0rnHNzlF0
	Alloces: 	something as gay as Inuyasha
	Cheryl: 	Nothing beats Real Folk Blues for tirkfinder :(
	Rosalinda: 	huh, I don't think I re- oh wait I do
	Rosalinda: 	damn you, Inuyasha >:
	Tiffany: 	I'm still always thrown off by "Vuh-jee-tuh"
	Tiffany: 	Always read it as "Veh-gay-tuh"
	Alloces: 	you retard
tirkeyKujo: 	sounds gay
	Alloces: 	Did you never notice the whole
	Alloces: 	plant naming theme
	Tiffany: 	You mean the vegetable naming theme
	Alloces: 	Kakarot? Nappa? Gohan?
	Cheryl: 	This is Vegeta. He was a prison bitch :D
	Alloces: 	Rice is not a vegetable, Agi
	Tiffany: 	YOU'RE not a vegetable
	Tiffany: 	saved yet
	Cheryl: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-E_ToLbzLw
	Alloces: 	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zytnpk93HyM