Fourteenth Attack. -- [locked to DATS Neon]

[enshroudedsoul]

For... nearly two months, you have kept me in this jail, waiting for me to rot and wither away into nothingness... I wonder how long it must have taken for you to figure out who attacked those other people in Junk City

Comments

[notanhero]

Ah, the cries of a wannabe martyr. This would work better if you didn't lock it to just us, my boy.

[enshroudedsoul]

Everyone has their master plans, you realize.

[notanhero]

And dying like a little bitch is yours? Pity, life is a precious thing.

[enshroudedsoul]

Says you. Not everyone thinks like you.

[notanhero]

I'm already dead, I dare say I know a bit more about such things then you, child.

Although if you wish to die so badly you have underwear. Get to it.

[enshroudedsoul]

Do you now?

Hmph.

[notanhero]

Yes, but I don't share such secrets with quitters.

Well? Stop wasting time, my boy.

[enshroudedsoul]

Who's saying I'm quitting?

How about no.

[notanhero]

You are, your whole post is screaming it. Every little thing you have said and done says you've given up. It's sad.

Then rot.

[enshroudedsoul]

Tch, I haven't given up. That's the thing.

No.

[notanhero]

Ah, boy.

Do you know what is the hardest thing someone can do?

[enshroudedsoul]

What's that, golden boy?

[notanhero]

Live.

[enshroudedsoul]

Really now? I hadn't noticed.

[notanhero]

Well when you're a quitter, you don't tend to notice the truth.

Ah, anyway I should be doing real work so... I wish you a long and healthy life boy. Good luck.

[enshroudedsoul]

... Hmph, goodbye, idiot.