#2169

Levi #2169

I guess the ‘clouder’ will be remotely managing the scenario for Tavros, who’s playing this session solo. 

AA: ill be here t0 assist 0f c0urse AA: if y0ure in tr0uble d0nt hesitate t0 ask f0r help

Aradia is online, but she can only advise him. She seems like she’d be a reliable ally - unless she gets Horrorterror mind-blasted, or something. 

<humanSarcasm> It would be a highly unlikely coincidence, however, if she were incapacitated during Tavros’s session. </humanSarcasm> 

Your campaign's GAMING FLAPSTRACTIONS hatch out of their eggs. These comprise all the data and procedures you will need for your adventure tonight. They disperse throughout the terrain surrounding your hive. They follow both preprogrammed and live instructions by your CLOUDER, a member of Team Scourge, whose role is to provide you with a challenging scenario, while your teammate does the same for Scourge's other player.

Terezi isn’t around, so poor Tavros is about to play a scenario devised by AG, our resident try-hard. AG is an extremely competitive gamer, and we’re playing a notoriously dangerous game. 

I feel like the Accident has pretty much explained itself, at this point. My only remaining question is why it didn’t happen sooner. 

AG: Make your move, make your move, make your move! AT: i JUST THINK, AT: tHESE MONSTERS ARE TOO STRONG, AT: sORRY, bUT, tHEY DON'T SEEM APPROPRIATE FOR THIS CAMPAIGN, AG: Weak! Weaky weaky weak.

Yeah, I expected Tavros and AG to clash over their FLARP styles - they’re completely incompatible. He’s playing this for fun, but for her, it’s all about the challenge. About winning. 

AG is either pathologically incapable of playing casually, or she just likes tormenting Tavros. Honestly, both options are equally plausible. 

AG: Advance or a8scond! AT: i CAN'T ABSCOND, AT: tHERE'S NO, AT: uHH, aBSCONDING PLACE,

Aw, shit. 

He has nowhere to run.

His Clouder is going to keep upping the pressure. 

He’s going to end the game paralyzed. 

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