*Evil Laugh* Burn! BURN! *Evil Laugh* Hey, Tact, could you get me some GOD? All this maniacal laughter's leaving me thirsty.
*Evil Laugh* Burn! BURN! *Evil Laugh* Hey, Tact, could you get me some GOD? All this maniacal laughter's leaving me thirsty.
I think I could use another crate of LIGHTNING myself.
RP is hard to read on the same line.
Lets do
*stuff*
speak
*more stuff*
on diff line(s)!
/unless.
This is the last round, coming right up!
*the B4Rcat puts a lid on a glass of GOD and slides it into the hole in the floor for Seth. Then, he/she follows up with a large crate of LIGHTNING which he/she seems to be having trouble moving. After a solid five minutes of heaving and shoving, the crate is moved over to the group.*
I'm beat. First furniture, and now this. I need to get to sleep. Goodnight, everyone! I'll be back for more GOD-serving tomorrow.
*With that, the B4Rmaid/man moves into his/her chambers behind the main B4Rroom.*
Now remember, they can't all use the same super toilet specifically built to handle that.
So pace yourselves, guys. Sheesh.
*Sips GOD*
Mmm... That's good stuff... NOW DIE!!!
*Maniacal laughter resumes.*
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
*furiously prys the lid off the crate with a crowbar and chucks it over his shoulder, revealing tightly packed bottles of LIGHTNING within. The bottles emitting a soft blue light and raising the electrical charge of the air around them. Grabbing one out, Sord quickly guzzles the first, tilting the bottle all the way up to let gravity do its work*
Ahhh, fresh.
Tact's box move EXP also went up by 5 minutes/EXP growth per minute.
Those spiders done yet? Hungry, I always get the munchies when I drink.
This must mean you're always hungry, Sord.
I can count on one hand the number of times you haven't been drinking in here.
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