3 actions: 3 CP -> 6 CP
"Second Scarlet Prince, attack the Factions base."
"Second Scarlet Prince, attack the Factions base."
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The first thing I have quoted, not because I disagree with it...I DID READ YOUR TEXT THE FIRST TIME, ALICE ISN'T DOING IT BECAUSE SHE ISN'T HERE. ASK HER IF YOU SEE HER AGAIN. SHE'S GONE. SHE CAN'T DO THINGS FOR YOU WHEN SHE'S GONE!
Quinn himself contacts you in response to your request.
Quinn: JOEbob... do you want to be put on our blacklist? These demands are nothing but an aggravation.
Quinn: All you did was hand us a dead body to study! A handful of actions of power is more than enough. Take it or don't! I'm not negotiating with you any more.
This change of social status rocked my frame.
The Hungry Loan... they should rename Student Loans to that...
I frown disapprovingly and even more tired of the disappointment.
I smile a bit for seeing a few friendly faces. "Thanks for inviting us, I certainly needed a break." I yawn as I relaxingly pet Sushi for much needed comfort as he continues to munch on some fish. "I didn't really think we would be able to order food here so I brought over some homegrown fish and rice, there's sushi too if you're into that kind of thing." I pull out a few styrofoam food containers testingly to see if the bartender minds.
"As for drinks..." I ponder on it for a while before shrugging. "I'm not really feeling for a cocktail right now so wine will have to do." I turn to the bartender and simply ask for a bottle of merlot wine.
"Thanks for the invite. I already ordered my drink, was expecting to pay for it myself but I guess we're not paying."I give Winkins a cheery wave as he sits down. Not really paying much attention to his plus-one. "Glad you two could make it." I say to my two...guests? Whatever. "Order whatever you guys want, it's all on me."
I turn to the bartender, a man wearing a loose-fitting white shirt and with a finely painted handlebar mustache. "Just give me whatever's strongest." I order, preparing to summon a large pile of... "...uh, what currency do you guy's take?"
The bartender shrugs. "Usually, the members of the Peacekeeper Army who come through have some drinks allotted to them by the brass. Helps keep moral they say."
Battlefield's a stressful, nonsensical place. Makes as much sense as anything else here. With a dismissive wave I summon a large pile of gold coins onto the counter.
The bartender eyes it with some annoyance. "Two things. One, that's basdicly worthless here, so you're just cluttering my counter. Two, I would've just given you the drinks for free, we have a never ending supply here. No use hording it."
"I thought it'd be a nice gesture..." I grumble, dismissing the gold.
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Winkins pionoplayer
Are they warped all at once, or a bit at a time? For example is it:General_Urist
The nature of the Starcraft Protoss Buildings, and the reason why their "self building" is because their warped in. Your fluff may or not be good.
"Thanks for the invite. I already ordered my drink, was expecting to pay for it myself but I guess we're not paying."
"Almost makes me wish I could just stop and help out the peacekeepers instead of fighting the Godmodder constantly, but I'm probably a bit more useful on the battlefield right now."
Piono takes a long sip from his drink.I flash pionoplayer a thumbs up. "No problem, you guys looked like you could use a good drink."
I pause as the Bartender slides pionoplayer his drink. "And yeah, I probably would've spent the last few Turns charging if it didn't feel like everything would go screwy without everyone pitching in at least a little."
Piono takes a long sip from his drink.
"Everything's always screwy around here. I don't know what I'm doing half the time."
Piono leans over and takes a sniff of the hissing glass.I chuckle a little."I think that's the case for most of us. Hell, in my experience most of us are pretty reactionary, outside of summons and our projects."
As I finish my monologue, the bartender finally places my drink in front of me. It's in a martini glass, constantly shifting colors, and steaming.
I give him a concerned look. "...What, is this?"
He shrugs. "Like hell I know, but you asked for the strongest stuff. So there you go."
"How does that wor-" "Magic." He interrupts.
I nervously fiddle with the hissing glass, complaining under my breath about Power-based shenanigans.