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[fierybluebird]

[Marco appears to have nodded off on his communicator despite efforts to stay awake. It doesn't take long for him to completely jerk out of it, and seemingly out of nowhere kick a table into the wall, smashing it into firewood, and coursing blue flames down an arm.]

I'll get to it when I can! [Growling at no one, good for your insanity. But

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[church_man]

[Looks like someone was having an unpleasant dream. But he'll go ahead and gloss over that. And what the hell is that thing, a tent? Anyway.]

That's a pretty personal question. Are you really just curious?

[fierybluebird]

That's the name of the island?

I mean... world.

[church_man]

That's right. It's morbidly fitting. There may not be oceans, but there's plenty of bullets. Toss that in with survival of the fittest, and it's bound to produce some monsters.

[fierybluebird]

I can see how that would happen, yes.

Although I guess anyone who does manage to survive a place like that long would be truly aware of their strength.

[church_man]

At a price, yes.

But that's not my concern anymore, seeing as I'm here in Discedo now.

[fierybluebird]

Yeah. There's at least that one definitely upside to this place, eh.