Strike Over, and Counselor Activities.

[secondhandsky]

[Around camp, your moogles have returned! They look happier, though some look like they've had some proper medical treatment and have slings for their little fuzzy arms and whatnot. That one has a bandaged pompom.

There are also clumps of glowing tentacles emerging from the ground here and there. Squiggling.]

Listen up, everyone.

The strike is

Comments

[follow_3_steps]

Finall--*moogletackled*

Yes m'glad you're back too.

[secondhandsky]

Friend of yours?

[follow_3_steps]

Yeah. He stayed with me except when he was striking. Even though he's the laziest moogle ever, he stayed with all the other ones and worked hard for once.

[ovoretherainbow]

[pokes one of the glowing tentacles cautiously] It's good dat de moogles have somethin' else to do de work, but are you sure dat's not alive?

[secondhandsky]

. . .

Not really.

[ovoretherainbow]

[pokes it more!] At least it's not actin' like it's alive.

[oh_grossness]

Let's kill the one with the cape! Let's kill the one with the cape! He's dumb looking!

[secondhandsky]

You want to?

[oh_grossness]

Sure, I'm way bored! And everyone know that the solution to boredom is to kill things for money!

[stickynoteninja]

Well that's a relief.

...Those new save points look pretty suspicious.

[secondhandsky]

This whole place looks pretty suspicious.

[stickynoteninja]

Camp in general's a whole nother ballpark.

[justaddbeowulf]

Hunt boards, huh?

[secondhandsky]

Yeah, that's right.

[justaddbeowulf]

I didn't know others wanted the monsters dead. I thought most people that hunted them did it for fun.