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Test Drive
TEST DRIVE 001
-TDM threads can be considered game canon if players involved agree & if it suits any roles you may decide to choose for the current plot.
-Any reserving player that does not submit an app by Saturday morning will be subject to challenging applicants.
-Participation in the Test Drive is worth a flat 10 points per month rather than per thread, and you must have a minimum of 5 comments in that month to qualify for it.
-This TDM is good for the duration of the Mist setting. A new TDM will go up before the next setting.
The NETWORK for this setting is a voice-only walkie talkie system that can be used to communicate between all locations. The default channel will be open to all walkie talkies, but characters can change to an unused channel for private conversation.
of note: There seems to be something strange about these walkie talkies, in that there is no static. The quality is disturbingly crystal clear, like the person you're speaking to is right next to you instead of miles away.
CONTENT WARNING: Some prompts contain gore, character death, and substance abuse.
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22
The lights above you are a blindingly, pristine white. The walls around you curve up into the ceiling like the inside of an MRI machine. Your hands, feet, and midsection are strapped to a clinical table, and minutes seem to tick by, with no clear course for escape presenting itself to you.
The curved white space above you flickers with color, and a perfect square like a television screen expands before your eyes. It pans over what appears to be a town, something small and simply populated.
“Hello, and welcome to your first setting,” a neutrally cadenced feminine sounding voice begins, riding the line between human and machine. As she speaks, captions of the text type themselves in neat and perfect Arial font. “The location is loosely based off Bridgton, Maine, United States of America, Earth. The year is 2007. You have been selected to participate. Obedience ensures an enjoyable and immersive experience for our audience. If you have been granted a role, instructions will follow. Do not talk about the role. Do not attempt disobedience. If you have not been granted a role, your objective for this round is simple: survive.”
After that, the shackles may release promptly and allow your character to roam free. Or perhaps not — perhaps they've been given a role to play, and if so, further instructions will play out upon the screen. Once suitably briefed, characters will be released to their own devices. Beware the mist.
learn from the mistakes of others
A pair of unperturbed mall inhabitants decide to chance the mist. They're the first of a handful to trickle out the front doors, and they seem to get by just fine. About a minute ticks by, and they disappear completely into the dense fog that presses in from every direction. It's so anticlimactic that for a moment it almost seems stupid to feel uncomfortable by the sight of it.
Until precisely one half of a body is hurled abruptly and with great force from an indeterminate point in the obscurity. It's not a top half or a bottom half; no, it's a cleanly sliced left half, head to toe as though a neat line were cut down the middle. It slams into the transparent glass doors and crumples before them, still and obviously unmoving, slowly leaking.
After a few seconds, a dark tendril of something reaches out, curls around the jutting left ankle, and drags it with painstaking slowness back into the fog.
At least the rest of them probably made it, right?
Right?
Hopefully you weren't one of the others to follow their lead. If you were, that dark shape seems to be closing in awfully quick.
eff this, let's bounce
A pair of car keys can be found discarded or perhaps dropped in their owners' haste. Braving the mist when it's at its lightest and pressing the key fob will cause a car to beep politely, flashing lights to indicate its location in the fog. Take anyone willing to go with you and pile in. Try to get the hell out of dodge!
An excellent idea....
Within five miles of the car's journey the battery will die and the engine will stall. Consider yourselves effectively stranded and with no one but yourselves to blame. Perhaps help will come if you wait long enough? Hours, surely no more than a few days... Maybe you should consider braving the fog to get back? Five miles can feel like a hundred in conditions like these.
Either way, it seems like you're trapped in the car for about as long as R. Kelly got trapped in the closet during that one unfortunate CD.
radio chatter
Characters in the library and the church will be able to communicate via walkie talkie radio chatter immediately! Characters in the mall will not have this ability until later in the month, so any network style threads with a mall character will take place during Week Two of the October plot or later, after most people have already been fully introduced to the setting and given time to adapt.
Employee of the Month (Multiple)
Some characters will be printed wearing a designated kiosk uniform, their name sloppily stickered in slightly crooked letters onto a Dippin' Dots badge, or whatever store they may happen to be assigned to. The cool voice that introduces them to the mist will carry on to tell them that they'll be playing employee # _____ in this month's immersive experience. Their motivations and objectives are simple: go to work.
Except the role seems to be bugged, because they can never not go to work. If they leave the five or six foot radius of their designated post they'll begin to experience consequences, which worsen in severity based on distance and duration. The role doesn't end at mall closing, it doesn't end on Saturdays, it simply doesn't end. Hopefully next month's code push will have a bug fix; we apologize for the inconvenience.
(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the role will wear off within the first in-game week)
Aggravated Assault
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of a CONVICTED FELON having recently been released on parole. Your motivation for this month's immersive experience is frustration. Having undergone hard time, you'll find that we have increased your aggression and temper characteristics, and lowered your inhibitions. Your objective is to find and begin an altercation with Snuff the Rooster, who will be playing the role of the person who turned you in, NARK. Your altercation must take place in a public space with witnesses, and may not stop until Snuff the Rooster is unconscious, evicted from the mall, or someone intervenes.
Thank you for your participation!
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role can be moderate to severe.
Snuff the Rooster
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of NARK. Formerly a close friend and ally of CONVICTED FELON from Aggravated Assault, you were quick to roll on them during police questioning in exchange for your freedom. Your motivation is to turn over a new leaf, and get your shit together. Your objective is to survive the altercation.
Thank you for your participation!
The Lovers (Duo Role)
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing one half of a partnership role! Please seek out (character 2). Your motivation this round is love, and the need to protect your partner from threats both inside and outside of the mall. Your objectives is to greet your lover with a kiss and place them above all others. Do not act like strangers.
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role or failing to present a convincing couple can be mild to moderate.
Pathological
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguably untrue. Your objective is to keep these lies from being discovered as false.
Consequences for not complying with this role can vary from mild to severe, with the compulsion to tell larger and larger lies growing as time goes on.
Scared Speechless
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. You may choose one person, stranger or otherwise. This is the only person you may communicate with, either verbally or through writing.
Consequences for not complying with this role are severe.
potency error
Someone seems to have miscalculated the relative strength of intoxicants; all inhibition-altering substances seem to have been cranked up to eleven. One shot has the strength of three, though the taste seems to stay exactly the same. One or two drinks will quickly creep up on you. One of the joints found discarded in the bathroom trashcans will easily green you out. God forbid you've got anything stronger.
greatest movie of all time
Settling in to the relatively nice theater found at the far end of the mall is a decent way to make the time go by. The projectors are automated, and there are six different theaters that show flicks at scheduled times.
Except that every single one of them is showing Spider-Man 3. Every single one, every single showing, no matter what is advertised, becomes Spider-Man 3. That's how you know this is a horror game. Hope you didn't wander in by mistake because the doors will shut behind you and leave you to watch the entire showing. Please keep your feet off of the seats.
please replace toner cartridge
It seems there was an error in printing someone this first time around; everything came through but the visuals somehow. Your character is flesh and blood, fully formed, wearing tangible clothes even, but are completely invisible. Donning additional clothing causes it to clip out and then promptly disappear. Taking clothes off will cause them to reappear. Hopefully this gets fixed in the next lite patch.
(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the glitch will wear off within the first in-game week)
Sakata Gintoki | Gintama | OTA
1. Opportunists crawl out of the woodwork whenever you say “free samples.”
Fingers ghosted over his wrists as Gintoki left from his briefing. The bright lights caused a dull headache to sprout behind his eyes and his lips tugged into a pout as he exited the creation bay. He rolled his shoulders, stretching as ran through the situation at hand. They’d swept away a shounen hero and threw him into some weird Western media parade, huh? They couldn’t think of their own lovable albino samurai, so instead they just kidnapped him, was that it? Ugh. He couldn’t keep up with the Sci-Fi genre. It was always too much of a headache. That’s why nerds liked it – it was needlessly complex and if they could parse it… then it gave them something to lord over everybody! It was annoying! He was annoyed. Why couldn’t they just go for a simple plot instead of something so convoluted, damn it?! It was a headache for normal guys like him!
The annoyance bubbled over and the albino stamped his food down, letting out a growl to let off some steam. In this action, his eyes finally dragged from his own hands and looked at his surroundings for the first time. Gintoki stood to find himself in an abandoned food court. The brightly colored signs shone brightly over the spacious area. The buzzing of fluorescents met his ears…
And not another soul was around.
Instead of addressing the luminal space that had unfurled before him, Gintoki’s mind quickly focused on something else.
No one was here.
There was food here, but no one to pay for it.
Suddenly his annoyance ebbed away, and the soul of the opportunist began to stir. Within seconds, Gintoki is wandering towards the abandoned Jamba Juice and hopping over the counter. The once quiet food court is now filled with clattering as this adult man began to act like an unsupervised child.
And for a moment, the creepy briefing and the knowledge of his assigned role was completely forgotten.
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2. Sweet nothings are well and good until you need a root canal.
Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguable untrue.
What a pain. Lying was a pain. Playing a part was a pain. Gintoki stood in the Inside Scoop and shoveled handfuls of Jellie Bellies into his pockets as he muttered and complained about his assigned role. After he had asked a store employee about how to get some candy and was given a, “I don’t know, I just work here man” in response, the man quickly gave up on asking anyone else for help. He was old and pissed off and his blood sugar was low. He chomped down on a few jellybeans after pausing in his search.
He glanced upward to find you giving him an incredulously look. His nostrils flared before he shrugged.
“It’s self-serve. Don’t give me that look.”
3. Even when pan-handling, you should take care to wash your hands.
Being a liar wasn’t so difficult. In fact, it gave Gintoki an excuse to rummage through ridiculous clothing in the stores to play his “part.” And he’d show them, because he’d make this damn gig a side hustle to be proud of. Anything to make the creators regret picking HIM as a suitable character to bootleg.
And so as you wander through the mall, you may be approached by someone who has taken quite seriously to his role…
A) Boy in the Striped Pajamas
A man wearing blue and white striped pajamas approaches you, clutching a pillow close to his chest. He greets you with a smile before putting a hand to the side of his mouth as he begins to speak.
“Oi! I’m looking for a solid place to sleep. I got separated from my night light, and its gotta be well lit. But nottoo lit, you know?”
Even if you attempt to ignore him, he will quickly step in-front of you, blocking your trajectory or your escape.
B) English Teacher
A man with simple glasses and a white lab coat grabs you by the shoulder as you are walking by the package outlet. After he’s immobilized you, he turns and offers you a crooked smile as his red eyes peer down on you from behind his lenses.
“Ah, remember when I taught you how to read without embarrassing yourself…? Well now you can make it up to me. Isn’t that what you’ve always been looking for? A chance at redemption? Ya see I forgot my wallet, but this place is having a special on sake….”
C) Floozy
You are approached by a man wearing uneven pigtail clips and a blue cocktail dress. He’s slipping out of it in several places. His make-up is on the heavy side, and he quickly wraps his arms around one of your arms as if assumed a “trophy wife” position.
“Hey there~! You’re looking a little lonely. What a coincidence!” He giggles, throwing his voice, “I have an opening in my schedule. What about a massage? Or a drink?”
D) Defense Attorney
A man wearing glasses and a full suit all but jumps in front of you, halting you in your tracks.
“You there. I can sense it. You’re on the run, aren’t you? Looking for some sort of defense to be on your side. Luckily for you, I can offer a discount. One day only. The Mall-Stuck Discount! I’ll serve as the protector of justice for you for a mere 300 yen!”
… Nevermind that they definitely don’t use yen here. He has completely forgotten about the conversion rates.
4. Getting Old Sucks. One day you can hold your liquor and the next….
In the middle of the night, you’ll find a man shambling through the corridors of the mall – whistling to himself. Occassionally, the drunk can’t manage a whistle, so he replaces certain notes with an off-pitch hum. Initially, he’s a good distance away, but he unfortunately gets closer… and closer. Wandering from storefront to storefront – leaving his finger prints on the glass before he plucks a leaf from a fake plant near some benches…
And after he plucks this leaf he approaches you and does two things.
He grasps your hand and attempts to hand you this leaf as if he were paying you for services.
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and then he wretches. Pukes on your shoes and perhaps even your shirt or pants if you were incredibly unlucky. The action lasts a life time. His shoulders shake. He sniffles pathetically…
Before he dares to make eye-contact with you.
“… The drinks ‘ere….. they’re a little….. somethin’. Y’know? Did you…. Did ya notice?”
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If he wanted to look at it another way, playing out his role gave him a template for how to act until everything came together. If he was a former criminal who wanted to change, then he should surely say something about what was going on, shouldn’t he?
“Don’t you usually need to pay before eating even if it is a self-service store?” he asked in a...very lukewarm tone. “The workers here will have to pay if their boss finds out they’re letting someone steal.”
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Ya haven't been paying attention to the attendants here have ya? Why don't you go try talkin' to one?
[And while he attempts to cast shade, it's between the smack and muffle of candy in his mouth. He jerks his head toward one of the near-by "workers" - Michael - who seems as if he's staring through them before he walks away to help customers who do not exist.]
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He made a mental note of that - something he could look into in detail later - but in the meantime, this guy clearly had some experience with it. He might as well use that. ]
You're right.... It's like he doesn't even see us. [ His voice is soft and thoughtful as he looks back at Gintoki. ] What do you think is wrong with him?
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Most of the shopkeepers are like this. Like NPCs from DragonQuest. They walk around and live their lives and give you a couple lines of dialogue over and over again... but that's about in on their depth.
So they aren't functioning like we do in this place. Guess it means we're more important "characters" to the plac...
[Ow. Pain blossoms up the side of his face and wracks his thoughts. He sucks in a breath between his teeth.
The... hell was that?! A violation of the rules? Of his role? Damn if he knew... How annoying.]
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Are you okay? Is something wrong with your head?
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drunken samurai party DRUNKEN SAMURAI PARTY
Right now he's only plagued by the restlessness that comes from being cornered by an enemy he's desperately itching to fight when he knows he doesn't stand in chance. He can't even afford to take advantage of
MomKojuro not being around to nag him and be a reckless daredevil when there's all these other people around. They may not be his people, but he'd rather not do something stupid and get all of these civilians killed anyway. So he's taken to wandering the mall during the quieter hours so he can just brood to himself without having to do with people. Usually that works out for him, but tonight he gets to not only deal with someone else, but a someone else who is absolutely WASTED.Oh boy, this should be interesting.
Come to think of it... Maybe a cup of sake wouldn't be so bad right about now. Just not whatever this guy's been having. He wrinkles his nose at the stench of alcohol, reeling his head back as he's presented with... a leaf. And it's made of fabric!? Is this technically a counterfeit in a leaf-based economy? Whatever. He doesn't have much time to think about it before THE PUKENING IS UPON HIM. Even with as quickly as Masamune skids back, he can't save these snazzy shoes he found. Good thing there were plenty more in that one store.
"Whoa, hey, hey!" Come on... seriously... Despite his disgust, he puts a hand on Gintoki's shoulder. From as far away as he possibly can. "I'm noticing alright. Looks like you've been having a little too much fun tonight, old man."
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It is not the visage of a mayo-guzzling tax-thief he's met with - but a much cooler character design with a similar voice. A real ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ...
With puke-covered shoes now.
Gintoki pulls his hand from his mouth and offers a glance to the hand on his shoulder.
"Too much fun? Nah, nah... no such thing. How 'bout. How 'bout you try some an' then tell me. Then you tell me it's too much, huh?"
He reels backwards in an attempt to straighten his posture before pointing down the way he came.
"The booze outlet is that way. That way. C'mon."
And without paying much mind to the puke-shoes, Gintoki is already attempting to coerce this stranger back the way he had come. In fact, the albino seems like he's completely blocked The Pukening from his memory.
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So of course Masamune is totally down for this.
Hey, listen. It's a novelty for him to meet people who have no idea who he is. People without the compulsion to cower or suck up to him on first impression. People who have the gall to barf right at his feet and bully him into being a drinking partner immediately after. Everything about this is so absurd it almost doesn't feel real, but as long as it really is happening he might as well make the most of the experience, right? It beats moping around on his own, even if that is his favourite pastime between campaigns.
He breaks into a wide grin and smacks Gintoki's back, allowing himself to be led along. "Alright, already. I've been looking for someone who could show me a good time around here. You'd better not disappoint me now."
Yep, just going to... keep the shoes on for now. A bile-booze cocktail isn't half as bad as stepping in horse shit, which he has also suffered through. Several times.
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The slap to his back causes Gintoki to stumble and then overcorrect himself. He pauses, squinting as he successfully fights back another wave of nausea. Once he has proven the victor in this pressing battle of gut and drunken stubbornness - he returns the other's smile.
"Yeah, see? That's... that's the right idea. When your stuck ya might as well find something to call your own. Ain't no use givin in to doom and gloom-"
The samurai leads the other back to the liquor store, which truly is a little worse for wear. An overturned shelf and broken bottles signify a confrontation much more dire than a simple albino booze rat popping bottles. To the trained eye, small splatters of blood are even visible...
And yet Gintoki pays them not a single mind. Instead he waltzes over to the counter and pulls an opened bottle of Junmai Ginjo that he'd clearly hidden from view.
"Here, here. It's sake but... creeps up on ya fast, ya know." Gintoki gives an idle shake of the bottle as he offers it for the other.
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no one's going to mind if he, uh... borrows some stuff, right? you never know what you're going to need in the middle of the apocalypse.
he's going along, minding his own business, filling a pillowcase full of items when a man jumps out of nowhere and starts throwing words at him. and Osomatsu does what is, in his mind, the most logical option. he's scared, he panics, he swings his pillowcase full of appliances and candy and what-have-you at the other man, trying to whack him in the face]
DON'T TOUCH ME. I'M TOO YOUNG AND PRETTY TO DIE!
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And wait, wait, wait is that blood?! This guy is definitely bleeding now!
His mouth is agape in shock, eyes staring forward - unblinking...
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It would seem poor Osomatsu was not too young and pretty to commit manslaughter though.]
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though, after a moment of really looking at him, he realizes that the bleeding man might have been a man, and not some ghost or spooky monster, or something]
...
[he nudges Gintoki with his toe]
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He looks ready to drag this go-for-nothing down to hell.]
If I beat you... is it really aggravated assault? Or is it more... vigilante justice at this point...?
[His voice is strained, unable to keep up his role as his head throbs from the hit he'd taken.]
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3A
Then, he opens his big mouth. What's he saying? Night light? Is that a... threat!? Night lights? Lit? Sleep? Oh, this lingo was always so out of her league. "Oh, what a shame! Well, best of luck!" She laughs off in a tone as nervous as anyone can manage, quickly diverting off to the side to just walk past him.
Then he steps in front of her.
"Hiii-YAH!" And there goes a punch aimed directly for his gut. "Just because I'm living a changed life doesn't mean I won't fight back! Maybe you should follow my example, and turn over a new leaf, as well! I refuse to let my past haunt me any more! I'm a new woman, and I won't be going back!" Connecting her punch or not, Pearl's speech is paired with her taking a few steps back, lifting up her straightened hands in front of her like a cheesy kung-fu movie, ready to rumble.
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After a moment, he glances upward, tilting his head to the side.
“The hell you talkin’ about? I’m just a kid lookin for a place to sleep!” The man whines, “The only thing I want to turn over is a blanket as I get ready to count some sheep. Put those damn chops down already…”
He reaches up with both of his hands, dropping his pillow in an attempt to show that he meant no harm.
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The understatement of the century, Pearl lowers her hands and grimaces, covering her mouth for a moment as she tries to figure out some way to make it up. And she had just gotten better about wanton assault against human beings within the last century!
Rushing up to help Gintoki straighten back up, she makes use of those long, lanky arms to lift up his pillow and pat it back into his stomach so he can grab onto it again. There! Good as new.
"I'm terribly sorry! I thought you were someone else, and, well, you did jump in my way. We should both be more careful," Of course she finds a way to not take all the blame. Pearl is always right, after all. But at least she's not actively trying to be an ass about it.
"Now, what was that you needed?"
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"A gut punch from mistaken identity, huh?" The albino mumbles, lips curled in a pout, "I guess we've all been there. Or something. Whatever. I'm looking for a night light. And a place to sleep. Got any bright ideas, huh?"
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3B
Who had been the one embarrassing himself writing? That was you!]
I don't remember learning anything from you. [And he certainly doesn't remember ever wanting to be redeemed.
Takasugi slips from the charlatan's grip with whatever force necessary, circling around the obstruction to his meandering. There's a passing glance, more recognition than he's spared in the past. A longer glimpse than he'd intended to take-
Eye cast forward, he's trying to simply destroy this encounter...]
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...
Wait.
But lying to Takasugi would prove the easiest way to fill his role. There is no way he could let this guy weasel away when he finally could be useful instead of just some annoying screentime gobbler.
So he quickly steps forward.]
Nah, nah. Remember when I taught you what hole you needed to be looking for? Or maybe when you couldn't draw a map to save your life? Now look where you are. You're welcome, y'know. So go grab me some sake.
[And he's grabbing at Takasugi again. He noticed that the other had stared for longer than he had in years. A moment of weakness? He was going to tap into his natural opportunist soul and attempt some sort of breach.]
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Responses flood into his mind, but that's where they stop. Flicker and die, an old flame no longer strong enough to maintain. Everything's been burnt through, even the ash beneath consumed.
What flares up in its place is the memory of his fists cracking against Gintoki's skull.
They never had finished-
When Gintoki reaches for him, Takasugi pivots. Grabs the man's wrist to peel him away while drawing his filet knife and lunging forward with it - all one motion. With no hesitation, he's aimed for the man's eye.
No matter the connection, he pauses in his onslaught to hiss,] What do you say we settle our draw, Gintoki?
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It causes the man to hiss, and he's quick to hop backward to avoid a secondary strike. His stance widens to support himself and he reaches up to adjust his glasses. Blood dribbles down from the fresh cut, staining the jacket he had just intended to be borrow. Tch.]
Draw? Don't remember being the one eatin' dirt at the end there.
[This wasn't the time. God, for a Richie Rich, you sure suck at reading the atmosphere, huh?] So how 'bout a 'Fuck you,' instead?
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3B (also pathological)
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"Sensei. Ginpachi-Sensei. Mrs. Gibson was the one with the limp in her leg. I have the limp in my eyes," he motions at his glasses for the other to take note of his droopy eyes, "I hope your poetry skills have improved more in that years than your cognitive recollection, huh? If they have, maybe I'll even pour some sake for you, huh?"
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"Oh. Silly me. It's the hair. We've always said you make a good couple." Sadly for Ginpachi-sensei, Coulson has no cash on him. "Isn't it too early in the day for drinking?"