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[rockgoddesslave]

As there have been questions about our glorious organization, and the way it works. While much is secret, of course, my lovely angel is hosting a picnic for those that wish to join ACROSS. While the masses, of course, can rarely understand the beauty and joy that is ACROSS, we wish to reward those few that can. Thus, if you wish to come, our

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[electricbrains]

You have a death ray? That's so wild!

[rockgoddesslave]

Indeed. I believe my angel built it, though perhaps she simply found it, as one finds so much in this world, alone and in need of someone to care for it.

[electricbrains]

Excel built a death ray? She really is talented, isn't she? Wish I could have a conversation with her that didn't devolve into death threats...

[rockgoddesslave]

She is quite the engineer, when she puts her mind to it. Of course, her mind is a tricky and convoluted thing, and much is involved in...well, I am not entirely sure I would wish to know what her mind occupies its time with, dear one.

[electricbrains]

I understand you! I guess I just get curious, in the end, about what this is all about -- and every time there are things like death rays added to the mix, it just makes it worse. I know I shouldn't ask too many questions, but...

[rockgoddesslave]

We are an organization dedicated to the domination of the world for the betterment of society, for this world and its leaders are corrupt and irredeemable, content in their evil ways to manipulate and mistreat those beneath them. In order to make way for our goals, we must sometimes institute questionable means, for if the taking of the world were easy, more would have attempted it.

[electricbrains]

... oh. It makes a lot of sense when you say it, but you're just good at... saying... things... Yeah.

Is most of this top secret, then? I don't want to be too intrusive!

[rockgoddesslave]

I have told you nothing that my angel should consider secret to those that are interested in learning more, for without the cooperation of more than just herself, our Lord Il Palazzo can never hope to succeed in his goal.

[electricbrains]

Well... I guess that's the problem. I don't know if I can commit to something like that, because I guess I'm not really the world-conquering type, even if it is for a good cause, and... oh, why does this have to be so complicated?

[rockgoddesslave]

This world is complicated, dear one, and nothing man does will ever change the complications that arise due simply to our fate.

[electricbrains]

Don't I know it! I just... want to be able to figure it out. I want to make something satisfying out of this big stupid mess, but the more I try, the messier it gets! Maybe this is just how life works, but if it is, I don't like it at all.

[rockgoddesslave]

*sings Meatloaf's "Life's a Lemon and I Want My Money Back!" which I would totally go and find the lyrics for to do this properly if I didn't think it would crash my computer*

[electricbrains]

*it's a shame I don't have a robot-swooning icon*

Have I told you lately how eloquent you are? Really! Just... gosh.

[latrine_orderly]

OHO! if it isn't Curious George! Do you ingest comestibles, o pinnacle of technological gadgetry?

[electricbrains]

Are you just going to keep trying nicknames until one of them sticks? And no, for the record, I don't. But I'm not gonna sit here and stare at people eating -- I mean, unless that suits the will of ACROSS or whatever!

[latrine_orderly]

More like until I run out of them! And you say that, but I'm gettin' the feeling you wanna see the Death Ray! You wanna see it? Huh? It's made out of rubber cement and spraypaint cans!