-when you look back, there's a red-skinned and white-haired demon on the couch, called Yuri-
Body metamorphosis is not great to see, kid. Also I'm sober.
Sober for the longest time I've been sober, anyways.
Which is like... a couple of months now?
Anyway- don't touch the armor.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI'm sorry- I was doing some watching as a cat.
I think my reason for being here's left by now, but then another one just walked in the door. Or well- appeared out of nowhere. And its' nothing good. -points her thumb to the armor-
That thing's from the Deadman Games.
And I don't know why- but its' here. Asleep, but here. I imagine if someone touches it, it'll wake up.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNo, no, no...
Don't you do it.
We don't know who is inside it. It could be Hitler. I heard he got drafted into the Deadman Games.
It could even be like- Genghis Khan for all we know- do you want a psychopath? Because they usually recruit psychopaths.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI mean, I'm saying the better idea is this.
-just punches the Deadman Armor-
-it falls to the ground, before it slowly starts getting up, light behind its' eyes- Sacré bleu!
-looking around- It iz not hell again! I've made it out!
Great, great- but you gotta get out there, go go go-
But I have so much to live for! -is pushed out the front door to investigate the thunder-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt iz- I, zhe- ah... Fool! Fool du... fool du... uh... Fool of The Swamp!
Tell me- iz zhis still hell? Because it is beginning to feel like it is!
-Yuri is watching the proceedings from the window-
-to Maddie- I have no idea how this guy made it in. But it seems I was worried for nothing. Well he's dead anyway, nothing worse could happen to him.
He was already in the Deadman Games after all. Not much worse than that for your afterlife.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postZhe... what? Care-bears? I have no idea what these are.
-the Deadman Fool just stands there confused-
Yeah. Demons just grab your soul, stick you in a body like that- and make you fight other souls for their entertainment.
It's a shit life, and basically the criminal underground of the underworld...
At least where I'm from, anyway.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

meanwhile trudy absolutely has uncrumpled a paper
"... -scrutinizing look-"
"... clever little..."
edited 29th Jan '17 3:47:08 PM by Trip