shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

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This place always has the most interesting things happen in it. Though, for future reference, outside of liminal space organics typically do not regenerate, so for the sake of not having furthur colonies brutally murdered in the name of techno-organic war, perhaps we ought to curb our "common" impulses?

[He refills his glass of engex. It is now, tastelessly, purple.]

 

*Ave coos and offers the wiggler a bit of what looks like steaming freshly butchered megafauna meat*
*How they know how those look is... anybody's guess*

 

-Tries to find out if the colourful floating text is edible.-

 

... Hm?
Oh frag!
@Venture of Petrohex we're not supposed to kill organics, remember?

 

*everything is edible at least once*

*but words lack nutrients and are pointy going down*

*and they taste like ink and electricity and metal*

 

I didn't kill the little meatbag can people stop saying I did that'd be great thanks

 

yes, apparently, and that's not a GOOD thing

She -- it's not like the Fade?

(She is completely silent for a long span of seconds, over which time she turns very red under all the blood.)

Void take my idiotic soul, fuck, fuck, fuck --

(She flees to a distance of several hundred feet, not that she is much less visible there in the formless rave-space, and wraps her arms around her knees to quietly freak the fuck out)

 

Take care not to attempt to squish them either, hm? Just on principle. You understand.

 

We're not supposed to start fights with them either!

 

Aw, vy not?

 

Well what are we allowed to do with them?

 

Sorry dude you can talk to me about "on principle" the day you trine up. I'm not in the diplo contingents for a reason.

Excuse me sounding like a proto for a second here but I didn't start it! Someone implies your amica's millennia-long struggle is nothing-- is his own fault even for not just getting over it-- you gonna take that lying down Cap? 'Cause I'm sure as frag not.

 

Don´t fight beeg klenks eediot.





Vitout invitink me.

 

Hyu iz alvays invited! Hy tought dat vos a giffen.

 

*The wiggler rubs their pillow parental figure on the meat. They sniff the juice stained spot and then happily dig in.*

 

Oh dear. Fond of causing the deaths of millions of innocents, are we?

Fight the "jaegers". They seem to enjoy it. And drinking. Really, they have yet to not enjoy something that I've seen.

 

Dere iz lots ov tings ve dun enjoy! Dey chust tend to end up een de tings ve do. -fangy grin-

 

...you know what frag this. I'll take a dressing-down from the captain if I gotta but you can go suck off a dinobot I'm done listening to you. [He turns to face Nichrome instead, wings flared out to block his line of sight to Burlesque.]

 

This is my surprised face.

[He titters, then goes back to drinking his engex like the smug bastard he is.]