[ITP: Red Auras]
[If you, for whatever reason, are somewhere near the outskirts of the caves of despair on this early evening, you might hear the sounds of a good old-fashioned pier six brawl off in the distance. And if the sound of a gratuitous fight's your cup of tea, then by all means, feel free to follow said sounds to their source, where, in a small clearing (where else), a large-ish posse of gorillas with the occasional zombie hanger-on is waging war against a single, solitary, comparitively tiny girl dressed in pink.
Unsurprisingly, said tiny pink girl is presently, to quote a great man, laying the smackdown on their candy asses, and looking way, way into doing so to boot. Because, you know, his is a totally healthy way of working out frustration stemming from her best friend leaving camp while she's still here, shut up. Feel free, oh viewer of this scene, to interject somehow, offer running commentary, or just sort of watch to your heart's content!]
Unsurprisingly, said tiny pink girl is presently, to quote a great man, laying the smackdown on their candy asses, and looking way, way into doing so to boot. Because, you know, his is a totally healthy way of working out frustration stemming from her best friend leaving camp while she's still here, shut up. Feel free, oh viewer of this scene, to interject somehow, offer running commentary, or just sort of watch to your heart's content!]