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[stakesthesame]

Who: y'all with memories to take
Where: y'lobby and surrounding y'spaces
When: y'day 82 evening

[ howdy friends how's your evening






some of us have memories to take, right ]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You had a plan. Right?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, did, yes.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

One that certainly didn't involve your piece of shit husband coming to your rescue.

[forgottenmercy]

That was, ah, completely coincidental.

And, ah, ruined my plan.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Obviously. Why did you attack him at the end? That seems...

Unlike you.

[forgottenmercy]

I was...very, ah, angry.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

About his rescue fucking up your operation?

[forgottenmercy]

[shakes head] No. It was, ah, unfortunate, but even as much as I hated him, I wouldn't have over that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So something else set you off.

[A statement more than a question]

[forgottenmercy]

Yes, that's, ah, correct.

...also I think, ah, our bet has it's answer.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Is there an answer? Neither he nor you died in that encounter.

[forgottenmercy]

He was not, ah, interested in killing me. But given the, ah, clear, difference in our physical capabilities, I don't think I could have killed him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Of course you weren't going to be able to kill him in a fit of rage. That's not your style. Yours would be--

I don't fucking know.

Carefully poisoned tea and then shanking him out back. Does that sound about right?

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, I'm not certain. That's, ah, assuming poison even works on him.

I likely had, ah, some plan, but I don't remember what it was.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And not enough faith in it to think that one day you might succeed?

[forgottenmercy]

It will, ah, succeed one day. I just don't think it has yet.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So 500 points today since you seem to think you've won, and if it turns out later you did kill him, you pay me double the bet.

How's that?

[forgottenmercy]

That ah, seems appropriate. Though you, ah, seem oddly invested in the idea of me having killed him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Am I not allowed to root for the underdog?

[forgottenmercy]

It just, ah, seemed a little odd, but that makes sense.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Not odd at all. I'm counting on you to help me achieve victory, remember? And if you've killed one god-like asshole, what's another down the line.

[forgottenmercy]

That is, ah, true. Though I, ah, still doubt that I did kill him.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

Still want to kill him?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, have reason to.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then we'll make this place your practice run. And then you can go home and kill that asshole.

I'll still expect my bet paid back in interest when that happens.