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[He is too tired for this shit.

Just.

Opens all the door.

With FiN powers.

Come in, X. But he's not moving from his spot on this stupid cube chair]

[ :000 soooo cool!!

Trots in and looks around until he finds Intensity.]

Hey man... You guys doing okay in here? You need anything?

[Doing okay is probably a relative term. He's propped his chin on his one remaining hand. His other sleeve is mysteriously empty (and not because that's his sense of fashion like with X).

His voice is also still scratchy and off. SensitIV can only do so much after all:]

Shine wants alcohol.

[He doesn't know if this is actually true, but that's his story and he's sticking to it]

[ his gaze drifts over to Intensity's... Lack of arm... And pulls out his phone.]

Easy, got it. Damn... I keep missin' the shitty games. How about you, anything I can do for you? Kick someone's ass? Open jars?

[ j.. Joke?]

[In all seriousness:]

Keep an eye on B.

You don't gotta tell me that one, but I'll do it double for you.

Then all bases are covered.

...

Even if we are a bit mangled, none of us died.

I'm really glad to hear it!

Did they pit us against each other or was it somethin' else?

Edited 2019-07-04 20:09 (UTC)

Were you around for the raise a princess simulator game?

Doesn't sound familiar.

[Hmmm. How to describe]

Event based game. You get choices on how to proceed.

In this case, we were poverty level peons trying not to die in a corrupt industrial age hellhole.

... Wow, fun game!

You asked.

Yeah, I did! It's not your fault it sounds like a bummer of a game... it's like... I don't even get how that's fun for the audience to watch.

What?

You can't understand why people would enjoy watching others be put into desperate situations?

Of course I can... that's why they do the other death games. They like watchin' us suffer and agonize and go after each other. Bein' a coal miner wasn't even exciting for the people who were actually coal miners, so what's fun about watchin' that, even if people did get put through the wringer? What's next... makin' us paint a wall and then suffocate on the fumes while it dries?

They gave us dynamite.

[Gestures to the lost arm]

And apparently some units tried to overthrow their oppressors because the whole town went up in flames and gun fire in the last round.

[ sighs, just. Ugh. ]

I get it. More of the same any way we slice it. Damn... doesn't anybody want to just watch us make fools out of ourselves or anything? Dress up? Compete at somethin' really stupid but harmless?

Apparently not in Hell.

Well they sure get a kick out of watchin' us kiss and stuff, so why not cuter, goofy stuff? Ah, whatever... complainin' at you sure as hell ain' gonna make them change it up around here.

You have a point - but there was a chain of those recently, correct?

And so now---

Three deaths games in a row.

They'll have to switch back to the cute stuff soon unless they want to alienate part of their viewer base.

I'll take it for now! One day I really am gonna kick the ass of everybody involved down here, but hell... I'll make a fool outta myself every damn day if it keeps you from losin' any more arms, or B from gettin' sadder, or anything like that...

Don't be too upset about my arm. The one I'll build will be better, stronger, and faster.

And painless should it ever get ripped from my body again.

...How did you make havin' to replace an arm and then maybe gettin' it ripped off again sound hot...

Did I?

[He laughs]

Despite all your protests, I'm starting to think you have a violence kink.