Damn
He don’t like me
“I wouldn’t recommend saving yourself for something better. Only a few things here will be useful to you. If nobody picks anything, it gets returned to the rucksack.”
…
“I didn’t write that last part either.”
(If we’re doing auction style I’d go relatively slow)
“…”
“…”
“All of this is completely randomized. I don’t care which of you gets what, as long as it gets done.”
I’m not you. But it’s up to you if you want to heed his warning or not.
“Not all of you are here, but that ain’t my problem. Their fault for being late”
“Bidding is in units of 5.”
Evelyn leans back, noting the comment with interest. The ‘rucksack’ sentence had granted her another question. However, if the past few attempts were anything to go by, it would be fruitless to ask it.
The clock starts counting down.
“When you’re done, you can go sit on that table over there. Play cards or something"
(Tbf I don’t think everyone knows game is on)
Sounds like their problem.
(Dick move tbh but you’re the boss man)
(I don’t even know how to introduce my character at the moment.)
(I’m gonna go see if I can find some overpriced airport food, I’ll keep an eye on the chat, though)
(Glgl)
(I have a non-Euclidean idea)
([Name] walked into the room, his eyes still bleary with exhaustion. “What’d I miss?”)
i pinged them
oh well
“A wrench. +7 damage for melee.”
“So…what do you think about the interminable fate of all things as they approach their demise?”
9:00