ITP: two awesome things. bubblewrap... and mistletoe

[velocivector]

[Today in camp, a strange plague has befallen the area. Spread throughout all the fields, over the cabins, and even through the mess hall are miles and leagues of a certain packing material! Yes, all around you are sheets and rolls of bubblewrap, fresh for the popping. Even now you may feel that niggling urge to reach out and just start pressing

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[bluetilator]

[it's more fun when you stomp on them]

[babyjusthurtme]

[Oh well would you just look at that simply juvenile act. Now really, it's not like you're going to find more enjoyment from crushing them underfoot, bursting the little pockets of air like a million tiny rebellions beneath the conqueror's stompwear.

Oh, well, it IS more fun.]

[bluetilator]

[sometimes jumping just to add a bit of variety to it]

[babyjusthurtme]

[Great swathes of the plastic infidels have fallen, collapsed before your great onslaught, and yet many more line up as if asking, nay, begging for your sweet undying mercy. This is something they will not be given. Once more, your sweeping step lands fatally upon dozens of flimsy lives, becoming yet more sacrifices for the all powerful cause. A maniacal laugh escapes your chitinous windhole as you glory in the victory of this day.

Why no, you don't think you're getting a bit too into it.]

[bluetilator]

[I am grand destroyer of bubbles! mwahaha]

[really getting down on hands and knees to give the bubbles close personal LETHALLY POPPING attention]

[babyjusthurtme]

[What's this? It seems the infidels have rallied behind a leader. Well, it would seem this Ensign Bubble McWrappet has bitten off a fair way more than he can chew. You show the rebel commander just what happens when a mere bubble stands up to his superiors.]

[bluetilator]

[pausing to stare at you

this would be the time for a friendly greeting if I did those

but no back to smashing bubbles with her fists, hammering them down so the air slowly oozes out]

[babyjusthurtme]

[And from this day forth, a black mark would appear on each and every little plastic calendar. All throughout the rest of history, tiny baby bubbles would be scolded and taught to fear any such repercussions lest all of bubblekind feel such pain an anguish yet again.

You continue to pop the bubbles.]

[bluetilator]

[popping ALL THE BUBBLES!!!

... you know I feel like we've bonded a little]

[babyjusthurtme]

[It's probably for the best you haven't been told that, else you'd try and hit on her.]

[bluetilator]

[and that probably would end in bloodshed]

[babyjusthurtme]

[Pretty much.]

so im guessin your not human

[bluetilator]

Of course I'm not one of those wretched creatures. What are you?

[babyjusthurtme]

im a troll theres a wwhole bunch a us round
so wwhatre you then

[bluetilator]

I am Illyria, of the Old Ones, and no others like me are here. If there were, I would kill them.

[babyjusthurtme]

so wwhat your race just doesnt get along or are you just the exception