ITP: The Hunger War

[lietmeupinside]

[In the fabled center of camp, there are two countries looking rather out of place. It might be the armor. It might be the cloaks. It might be the general BATTLE-READINESS.]

[Or it might be the figure behind that wall over there, hiding from them.]

I could have sworn he went this way.

((Poland, Lithuania, and Prussia are deaged. Come poke at

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[dasschlechtende]

[THIS TEUTON IS STAYING RIGHT THE FUCK WHERE HE IS, OKAY]

[lietmeupinside]

[Victory! \o/]

[Well, partial victory, anyway. Let's work on full victory, here. Not giving you a chance to recover, but coming in hard with another blow.]

[polemyname]

[Coward, beeeh]

Maybe he, like, locked himself up, or something?

[dasschlechtende]

[NOT A COWARD. I'M BEING SMART, OKAY

but I'm totally glowering at you from over here. which might involve sticking out his tongue. beeeeh]

[polemyname]

[Did you make a sound at that? Cuz I thought I heard something from this side of the place~ Lalala]

[dasschlechtende]

[NO I DIDN'T. I think. gripping his sword, getting ready for attack]

[polemyname]

[Well, you're still trying to sneak around in medieval armour, y'know. You're totally not that silent. Getting closer.]

[dasschlechtende]

[sob. okay. JUMPING FROM HIS HIDING PLACE and holding his sword up]

Ha! Think you have me cornered, think again!

[polemyname]

[Getting battle-ready, but isn't too faced.]

You're, like, standing with your back against a wall.

[dasschlechtende]

[there is totally a wall nearby too, lol]

I'm not! You're the one who can't fight one-on-one, you pansy!

[polemyname]

If you, like, keep this up you're gonna burn yourself in! Just give yourself up, already!

[dasschlechtende]

And have you two tear me to pieces? I don't think so!

[polemyname]

You shoulda made some friends if you're so worried we're gonna do that.

[dasschlechtende]

Who the hell needs friends when I can stand on my own!

[polemyname]

Oh, can you?

[Well let's try that. I never knew what careful meant anyway, so let's charge you o/]

[dasschlechtende]

[taking a step back to brace himself but keeps a firm hold on his sword and meets you head-on]