It's all helter skelter in the end [Voice]

[entro_pist]

[Transmission begins with a bit of static and a distant "La di dah di dah" sung off key, then a sighed "whew"]

What a mess, Econtra. What. A. Mess.

[There are gritty sounds of rubble being tread upon and kicked aside, wreckage left behind from the Indigeo's game of tag. Echoing in the distant background are sounds of destruction - electrical cracks

Comments

[spaceflyboy]

How'd ya manage to get out?

[entro_pist]

Smoke, mirrors, and a touch of magic.

[spaceflyboy]

I got a question.. Would it be in your interest to help us in the long run, or are you gonna put more firecrackers in metal pipes just to see what happens?

[screened | unhackable]

[notarrowette]

Duo, you're not seriously asking that and expecting a serious, honest answer? You can't trust a damn thing he says.

[gm_kragok]

I figured you'd be around and about soon enough.

[entro_pist]

Miss me, Grandmaster? I find I'm not cut out to be the bystander.

[voice; sinister cheer]

[gm_kragok]

I'll admit, I did actually miss the chaos you can bring to this community by words alone.

But in case you haven't noticed, you're outclassed, Joker. The Keepers, the Warden, and the suddenness of it all are providing more wild havoc than you could ever hope to on your own.

Their chaos also has a finite end. If we all die, it's over. If you want the game to continue, then you might not have much choice other than to help.

[voice; perceptive amusement]

[entro_pist]

Bravo. Arguments for comradeship don't get any more persuasive than that. You might've been the first to say it that way, but you're not the only one here capable of putting things into perspective for himself. I know this city... this prison camp... has something in store for us. I know things won't stay as they are forever. Whether it's gonna be this so-called war or some other catastrophe, if I'm forced to "take a side", it'll be the one that offers the most bang for the buck.

And for the record, of course I'm outclassed -- I don't shoot bolts of lightning from my hands. But the thing about degeneration, it doesn't have to rely on any physical means. No, no... it's all about what happens inside your head. Sure, that crass little burial stunt opened a few eyes, but it was the aftermath that turned this compound on itself...

[dark chuckle]

[faithfullyslain]

Yeah, let's see how long before this little house of cards falls all the way down. Looks like you're gonna get your big bang one way or the other.

[entro_pist]

Well hello there. You seem delightfully disillusioned. What's your take on all of this 'war preparation' and 'fight for justice' business, hmm?

Oh, and the - "big bang"? - has been happening all the while. It's just up to you to uncover your ears and realize it.

[faithfullyslain]

Can't say. I'm all up for self-preservation because I'm selfish and damned if I won't go down swinging--but prepare? Nah. Not my style. I'll take what I get and roll with the punches.

As for justice, hell what is it 'round here 'cept self-justification? Nobody's that good. And there's not much I hate more'n hypocrisy, y'know?

[entro_pist]

Agreed on all accounts. That goes double for the point about hypocrisy. And who may I ask am I speaking to, Sweets?

[entro_pist]

Does the part about being held captive by formless entities in what could be an apocalyptic wasteland give you that idea, Goddess?

[entro_pist]

This might be a little off topic but I'm curious-

-how is Belldandy?

[inked_wiccan]

You stay away from me, or I'll teleport your heart out of your chest.

*It's a half-empty threat. Willow would never do anything so horrible, but...maybe....*

[entro_pist]

Mmmh... cre-a-tive. But let's not make any promises we can't keep, Willow dear.

[inked_wiccan]

For you, I think I'd make an exception.

[entro_pist]

Really? I'm that special? You're giving me the warm fuzzies now. Speaking of which-

[a pause, and an audible smack of lips]

Have you... ever killed anyone with your spells, Willow?