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[Pretty much yeah. Some bored lawyers allowed the duel to go for funsies. Danh would be in the negative for the foreseeable future, unfortunately.]



"For those first-time participating in VR and is unsure on what to do, may I suggest going through a combat scenario demo?" The VR's feminine voice suggested.

The fire instructor nods approvingly at all the training and helping out that's happening. Things are looking well, and as long as nobody look down the barrel of their own gun or try pointing it at other people, he might just not need to tackle anyone today.

[I remember that it was 12 something credits? or maybe it was 10. Either way I suppose since Danh couldn't object, his initial 5 credits gets transferred.]

Them dorfs looked at each others, does that huddle whispers thing. One pops it's head up from the crowd to look at you, then back to the group mumbling before they break. "If yer friends came 'ere with more bird, we 'uppose that'll even it 'ut."

The collection of Dorfs looks at the gathered party funnily, as they're talking through Comms and to them it just looks like they're kinda just.. staring at each others. They take this chance to dip their metal mugs for more swig of the alcoholic mixture that really should go into a rocket than into someone's mouth.


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Meanwhile, it does seems that the APCs have sniper rifles that isn't Gauss. The Corporate-issued ones, they were generally proven useless against large castle targets, but you never know when you could use a semi-auto rifle to shoot at soft targets after all.

Active radar shows that a large aerial contact have just flown up from the trees, visual confirms that it's a giant owl estimated to be bigger than your APC.

Granted, everyone wants to play your games. The thread gets overcrowded and people started to shitpost and fight.
Toady locks your game threads and perma bans you for inducing toxic behaviors.


I wish for a piece of pizza of my favorite topping choice that never runs out.

[Might work if it's a liquor shot?]

Vigil paced around impatiently, every once in a while practicing rapid blocks and parries that seemed impossible with a sword so large.

"Are. . ." he threw a fruit into the air and carefully tried to carve as much skin and as little meat as possible using nothing but reflexes.
"We ready to leave yet?"

With the last crate of supplies loaded into the APC, the Techgineer gives a thumb's up. You see a driver climbing into the driver's seat to rev up the engines.

"We do not have a giant eagle.

We do have more where that came from.  Might take a bit to get here, we weren't expecting to be buying off a nonexistent giant eagle so we only brought the one just now."

>Hey backup people, how soon could you get...Let's say 10-25 dwarf-strength barrels ready?

The Dwarf seems to think hard on the value trade-off between some barrels of booze and a giant bird. "Yea well lassie, Booze's fine an' all. Might even be half-decent enough to drink at tae table. But ye still owe us a bird feast." The speaking dorf takes another cupful of presented barrel to chug, the others are coming out of the bushes with their own metal mugs too to see what the big deal is. They seems to be less angry the more alcohol they consume after all.

"I'm not a "lass". And if you want the bird, here it is."
Laz summons a copy of the bird he had conjured earlier, using this gun-reactor for the energy.

The present dorfs are not impressed. "Alright, listen to me ye knife eared piece of shit. If you go any further with your shit stained illusion you call a bird, I'm gonna wreck yer shit so hard ye won't even be able to walk with yer limp dick! I'm gonna shove my foot so far up yer shaven perfect little ass that yer breath is gonna smell like shoe polish, then I'm gonna take that little red anal bead on your belt, and push it in your face! I'm gonna flagellate ye with me fucking beard! I'm gonna build ye a pair of runic mechanical balls, and use surgical precision to sew them to ye groin where yer manhood ought to be just so that I can kick them with me iron fucking feet, you twat!"

((Frazz didn't brew anything. Zander did. The stuff Frazz has was leftover from that one time where we bought 20 credits worth of booze.))

"Welp, sorry to tell ya Laz, but you're at a disadvantage here. And I will be calling you lassy from now n."

Frazz turns towards le Dorfs

"Hey, we represent an organization that's passing through the area, and we just figured we'd stop and say hi. Make sure we don't accidentally piss you guys off. You lot have heard of Akras, right?"

The Dorfs looks at each others to confirm that, "No."

Fel responds by popping a bubble of Void around Frazz's head before he can talk to the dwarves.

Alas, the fiend has spoken too soon. But at least now you've popped a bubble of void around Frazz's head so nothing can come in or out.

Frazz feels like his air is running a bit low.