[17 Cup]

[amberorgtfo]

[Maki is at the door to Diadem House at Jamestown Street, Template. There's the pamphlet, which he looks over but doesn't seem to care much about, and then an envelop addressed to himself. Not having received any mail like this before, he takes the envelop and opens it. Once he gets the papers inside of the envelop out, he reads them... His blank

Comments

[forwardmarche]

Wait, we have to go to school here?!

[amberorgtfo]

No. I just have to live with an insufferable roommate who won't mind his own business!

[forwardmarche]

[Phew.]

Oh. Did you try asking him to stop?

[amberorgtfo]

Yes. Many times.

[smokinstripes]

Can't say I can see much point with schooling in this place.

[amberorgtfo]

At least someone understands. I already know what I need to get by around here. I don't need to go to any school this place has as there would be no use.

[supercontractor]

I think I like here better.

[amberorgtfo]

TOO BAD!

[supercontractor]

Hell isn't a very logical notion, either.

[amberorgtfo]

It's the logical idea that counts. Hell is what you make it out to be. Wherever your Hell is, super contractor, go to it and rot alone.