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[avariceshield]

After some reconstruction, the Devil's Nest is at its highest peak of perfection.

Pool tables. Poker tables. More selection of beers and drinks. Tomorrow I'll reopen. Damn construction workers kept me up at night. Then again, they did a pretty good job, fixing a few flaws here or there.

Other than that, four rooms open for use.

Comments

[stradapanthera]

I slept well.

[avariceshield]

Well aren't you special.

[stradapanthera]

I like to fucking think so.

[avariceshield]

Yeah. YOU think that.

[stradapanthera]

Plenty of fucking people do.

[avariceshield]

Sure. Sure.

[stradapanthera]

How's your girlfriend.

[avariceshield]

Huh? Who?

[stradapanthera]

Envy.

[avariceshield]

I haven't talked to him in a while. He texted me a while back, but eh, he's a bastard still.

[stradapanthera]

Fucking cheatin' bastard.

[avariceshield]

Cheating? How?

[stradapanthera]

Wanted me to distract ya while he tried to fucking take ya out. Tried tellin' me how to defeat your fucking ass, too.

[avariceshield]

Eh, well I'm not surprised there. He's still looking for my weakness, so is the little brat Rhode.

[stradapanthera]

Want you dead that bad?

[avariceshield]

He's trying to put a leash on me, you might say. Rhode's just doing it for Envy. So two people after it, though, they'll never find it.