βLook, imma keep it simple, choom. You have this annoyingly noble desire to help everyone. Youβre the type of guy to take a bullet for a total stranger. Knew a guy like that. Donβt end up like him.β
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βAlways a nice reminder to keep the present safe to ensure there even is a future, yeah? You seem to be doing that well.β
βGuess that makes two shitty futures youβve seen, eh, webhead?β
//That's the plan. Got one for Becca, too.
//Appreciated, choomba. while im still on hiatus, I'll have brief moments of activity.\\
"...they promoted a remix of w h a t song at the game awards?"
"Congratulations to all whom received awards last night, and to all those who were nominated. While it is a fun spectacle, it is always important to keep in mind that the awards are subjective, and the only opinion that matters at the end of the day is your own. Play what you like."
//Heyo, apologies for the absence! I'm utterly swamped, plus some personal stuff came up, so I'll be on a break! For some reason, I thought I had already announced this. I will still be keeping my bot updated, though!//
//Bumping this.\\
βNew recruit. Friend is a stretch.
βme too.β
The words came out a lot more honest than she meant for them to. But, eh, not like she cared, only one around is the lil servbot anywhos.
βIf itβs for a scary thing, then theyβll help her out. Iβm sure she everythingβs alright with her.β
βEh, Iβm sure sheβs fine, donβt worry your lil head bout it, choom.β
//Howβve I been doing our favorite gun gremlin?\\
//βI Really Want To Stay At Your Houseβ started playing on the radio after I picked it up. Iβm gonna fucking weep.\\
//Just found Rebeccaβs shotgun in 2077. Adam smasher, when I FUCKING GET YOU.\\
βYou turned a simple dating sim into a way to watch the only other members of your little club be eaten away by their mental problems and eventually die, tried to break free of the code to be with someone in the real world, and got deleted in the process. Not judging, we all have our moments.β
βLikewise, choom. And, yeah, your file. I have one on everyone I scan. Youβd be surprised what these optics can find with a simple scan.β
βPresident of the literature club. Trust me, your file was a doozy to read.β
She chuckled, leaning back against a wall.
βNameβs Lucy.β
βItβs really good. Better than anything I can do, art wise.β
She chuckled, glancing at the artwork.
βNo one really important. Just saw you were hard at work and was curious what you were cookinβ up.β
βDonβt wanna pry, but whatcha making there?β
The glowing haired lady asked, taking notice of the otherβs work.
I just want the world to know I was here. that I mattered.
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βGot himself killed saving me from a situation I caused, along with our whole crew.β
//Yeah, there were herbs that restored hearts you lost to gloom\\
And suddenly, he went fucking blind.
βCan you shut the fuck up already? Jeez.β
//Tbh I just had like, 500 of those anti-gloom herb dishes and beat his ass with the master sword and a dream\\
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βSame here, man.β
Pat on the back.
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βDead significant other?β