[posting from his laptop in the Center of Camp]

[inthemoodnow]

Okay, so now seems like as good a time as any to get organised. There's that countdown clock and all of those cryptic notes of doom and lots of mysterious beautiful strangers. Speaking of which, if anyone has the phone number for that engineer? Hook me up. I've thought of a few more questions I'd like to ask him

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[sadomasokillhim]

. . . Well, I can fight with a sword and I have a bazooka.

I'm not some magical creature though.

[outoutdamnblot]

What range for bazooka?

[sadomasokillhim]

Far enough to hit stupid people. It goes the distance depending on how much you want someone to get hurt.

[outoutdamnblot]

How much do you want it?

[sadomasokillhim]

. . . I'm not selling it.

[outoutdamnblot]

Not want for it. Want it. Want to hurt someone. Go the distance.

[sadomasokillhim]

Oh.

Who do you want hurt? The price depends on the person.

[outoutdamnblot]

Not interested in hiring. Only preparing for countdown attack.

[sadomasokillhim]

Oh. Yeah. Of course.

[outoutdamnblot]

Your name.

[sadomasokillhim]

Okita Sougo.

[outoutdamnblot]

*puts away his notebook*

Will contact you if needed.

*starts walking off*