shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Hah, good one. Too bad there aren't any feasibly portable smelters yet. Hm, that's a project I need to remember...

Just for the faces I'll let it count (Apostasia gigglesnorts. Much grace.).

Up to including the first attempts in a hidden closet? (Apostasia grins)

Ain't cheating if you don't get caught, and ain't choosing if they don't notice.

Very admirable work ethic, and far too often the only one that works. (Apostasia nods)

A drink for every occasion, eh?

Can't say I've heard of that one, but the same type of game crops up across cultures that never touched before... What are the deck and rules?

Eheh! A bear? What went wrong, not enough explosive power or too much shrapnel?

(Apostasia laughs) Oh dear, that sounds like a story. (She continues giggling at the further elaborations the mun is not going to quote)

Sounds a bit like Kalean Enshrouding, changing things to become other things.

There's a trick to it, and it's not taking yourself too seriously.

 

Ehhh not large enough ones if you're not dealing with shrapnel already and at that point why bother melting the corpse but there are some smaller-scale portable options if you poke around. Mostly for jewelry I think? Curls was thinking about getting one for a while.

 

Mines are also very nice, yes. I personally prefer using small thrown and attachable explosives for combat. But the planet scale devastation devices are really what I am most infamous for.

Indeed.

I wouldn't call those my favorites, but they were quite important in making me get better. If you have to suffer through whatever you produce you learn rather quickly to produce something actually drinkable.

Indeed, but the point remains that I simply cannot choose a favorite. I love all games.

Isn't that just so. And people wonder why I don't want a PA.

 

-A pair of mis climb Nichrome and place batwings on her "ears" then pounce off, giggling.-

 

-Nichrome blinks, but... she has read about this. It's a human thing. She thinks. Oh well she can play along.-

 

"Trick or mi!" -there is some discussion in the mi horde- "We mean Mi or treat! Treat or Trick? The humans taught us, it´s tradition, you have to give us treats now!"

 

-she giggles and summons a bowl of kitten cream-
Happy Halloween, little ones.

 

i dont have any treats and cant summon them

 

Pirrrrpirrpirrr -the mis cluster around, purring and licking. A few tiny ghosts get their handkerchiefs wet-

-the biggest, saddest mi eyes- Mi, then we gotta trick you!

 

(Oneira's Hallow's Dawn outfit is a white wolf pelt with skull attached and worked into a helmet, somewhere between shaman, furry, and goth. It's very much a "there's like a mile high of snow outside and it's fucking cold" outfit. Even the pumpkin lantern hanging from a shepherd's staff is white.)
So, I heard you guys celebrate Hallow's Dawn as well.

 

vwhat if i vwanna do a trick.

 

"Mi! Treat or Mi!" -says a tiny ghost trailing milk all over the rave with its handkerchief-

"Then we trick you!"

 

[Venture is badly stifling giggles at the mis, but summons a sashimi platter for them. They are so cute.]

I have no idea what that is but you are rocking that aesthetic.

 

nice one. you little idiots are ADORA8LE.

 

(Oneira fishes some kind of trollish candy from one of her satchels, and hands it to the Mi.)
Here you go, tiny spooky creature.

Thanks! Hallow's Dawn is a festival where people dress up as all sortsa monsters and go round collecting candy and lighting candles. Story is that the necromancer Hallow helped some shadowdroppers pass over into the afterlife, so it's also a day when it's considered rude to attack people.

 

back in my day, vwe just put on masks and set hivwes on fire.

 

... I'm amazed you celebrate a lowblood holiday at all.

 

You should have let us mi you for it! -the platter is still pounced upon of course. Can´t let fish go to waste-

MI! _several mis run up with a roll of toilet paper and start trying to wrap Cro up in it-

 

vwhat makes you think they vwere highblood hivwes.

 

*He begins trying to stomp on the scurrying Mis.*