one.

[togivewhatisdue]

Last I checked, coughing up blood was not part of the human condition unless Tyche had ploughed her figurative wheel in the wrong direction.

Killing one's chess pieces before they have met the board makes for a poor game.

Comments

[Voice]

[divinepunisher]

Hm, this shitty computer won't tell me who's writing the entry but to whoever you are?

Bad time for crashing the party.

[togivewhatisdue]

Nemesis.

Any chance of elaboration?

[Voice]

[divinepunisher]

[Slightly surprised.]

Hey girl. Alecto here.

Long story short: Cronus is a fucking bastard and has been pulling us here, as mortals. Which is obvious. He plays little shitty games with poor us now and then, and currently we are all...I don't know, sick? People is really losing it around here.

And I'm blind. And can't smell, just noticed that earlier today.

[There is a 'Motherfucker' said as she apparently tries to get a hold of something.]

It will go away eventually, but expect people to be whiny and bitchy more than usual.

[togivewhatisdue]

That must be disorientating.

Though I will spare myself the whining.

[amicablespirit]

Nemesis!

Oh sister, I am so very happy to see you, even if it is at such a very bad time! I'm afraid Cronus is playing with us quite a bit this month. You should go to the hospital if you're coughing up blood, dear. The doctors will be very helpful!

[togivewhatisdue]

Philotes.

... Of course you are. I am not putting myself in the hands of a mortal physician.

[amicablespirit]

Well, we have a doctor here in the complex! Doctor Bob~

[togivewhatisdue]

Is he not a mortal physician?

[liveforthechase]

Cronus thinks he's so clever.

[togivewhatisdue]

Though in capturing an alarming number of us, it has to be admitted he shows an irritating degree of competence.

[liveforthechase]

He's doing all of this with stolen power. Which infuriates me too much to acknowledge the genius in his little plot. I'd sure like to know how he busted out of Tartarus.

[togivewhatisdue]

Bad craftsmanship? Although there was hardly a wake of dead wardens.

[zooos]

Oh, Nemesis. You poor thing.

[togivewhatisdue]

Do not patronise me, I am in no mood for it.

[zooos]

Take yourself to a hospital.

[togivewhatisdue]

I am not sure that would do me any good, since my symptoms seem to be progressing at an impossible rate.

[givemeyourgold]

Join the club, Nemesis.

[togivewhatisdue]

Why, what ails you?

[givemeyourgold]

Radiation poisoning.

[togivewhatisdue]

Well it is novel, at least.