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[psychokickesist]

[It's a beautiful summer day in camp, bright and sunny with a light breeze to take an edge off the heat and humidity. Wherever you are, inside or outside, some of you might be feeling a bit...Watched. But when you look around (or for you spiritual types, feel around), there's no one strange in the area, just some flower petals blowing by on the

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[allyourface]

[and in this corner we have a moogle, and something small regenerating near it with a flash of light, and]

[allyourface]

[it's in a hamster ball]

SON OF A BITCH!

[psychokickesist]

[...here, have a petal separating from the rest to circle around your hamster ball curiously]

[allyourface]

[rolls towards the petal experimentally]

[psychokickesist]

[the petal floats away, just out of reach...not that you can reach anything inside the ball, but the point still stands]

[allyourface]

Real cute, whoever you are.

[psychokickesist]

Who are you?

[allyourface]

Who wants to know?

[psychokickesist]

I do. Are you trapped?

[allyourface]

No, I'm running around in a ball for the hell of it.

[psychokickesist]

It could be for exercise.

[allyourface]

Look, flower child, how about you blow along until you run into someone with thumbs who can lend me a hand here?

[psychokickesist]

I am not a flower. There is a group of zombies twenty feet to your left, but only one of them has thumbs.

[allyourface]

I'll take zombies!

[psychokickesist]

Do you need assistance reaching them?

[allyourface]

Just-- [trvhgbjh RUNNING AWAY FROM BURUPYA]