[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[littlestsoldier]

...I want to fight it though.

[sistercomplex]

Are you saying you can't do both? Cuz I plan on fighting it too once we get something set up.

[littlestsoldier]

Both is good. I'm in.

[sistercomplex]

We haven't had a real fight in a while! The pony version sucked ass.

[littlestsoldier]

Seriously. This could be good.

[sistercomplex]

Especially if this thing's as bad ass as the speakers said.

[littlestsoldier]

As long as it's not totally lame...

[sistercomplex]

I'm sure it can't be as lame as those crappy drawings. This thing is called the Great Devourer or whatever.

[littlestsoldier]

So stupid.

[sistercomplex]

What would you call it?

[littlestsoldier]

Weak.

[sistercomplex]

You call everything weak.

[littlestsoldier]

Because it is.

[sistercomplex]

Fair enough.

[littlestsoldier]

Tch, so whats the plan?

[sistercomplex]

We're going to shield off as many of the shelters as we can and then the ones who aren't focusing on holding them up are gonna tear into that virus thing.