ARMS OF MARCY RECRUITMENT POST.

[cqcingly]

((OOC: Here's how this post will work! You, the prospective midboss comment here, doing... whatever your character may typically do. Working out, eating, masturbating furiously to The Little Mermaid, whatever! The Boss will find you and convince you that it is a good idea to help her commit acts of terror. Actually playing out the recruitment

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[iseeyouflaming]

[UP IN THE TREES, WATCHING THE MESSHALL]

[cqcingly]

What are you doing, boy?

[iseeyouflaming]

[ksfdasnf]

[iseeyouflaming]

[I TOTALLY DIDN'T JUST FLAIL A BIT THERE look at this seething cauldron of composure here]

That's none of your concern!

[king_of_shell]

*overseeing camp's monsters digging bottomless pits, arranging ? blocks in the air, and repairing what seems to be a giant wooden airship....without much enthusiasm* Even with all these troops... this cool stuff, and MARIO somewhere on the loose... what's the point?!

Infinite lives because it's so challenging, my scaly butt! *kicks ship angrily*

[cqcingly]

You.... you're no Midboss. What are you doing here?

[king_of_shell]

*noting your status* ...hmph, neither are you, lady. Yeah, I got hired to make camp more "interesting," to train it's monsters to become MORE than mere annoyances, to turn CFUD into nine stages and two fortresses of PAIN!

But the monsters have to be caught before they pay attention to me, my own nemesis is running loose somewhere, refusing to show himself, and no matter how I think around it, I CAN'T make this place dangerous enough to merit infinite extra lives!

[cqcingly]

No one can. That's the very essence of the problem. Infinite protagonists, and no penalty at all upon death? Not a very well balanced system at all.

[enemaothestate]

*Aaah, break hall to the hospital. Where such things as coffee and sofas for napping can be found, and on occasion a napping doctor with his sleepbag (it has a piratepatch over the eyehole) over his head, and legs looped around the couch so as to not spill over them. Why, freakish physique aside he looks like the very picture of inner peace and contentment...*

[thecurryisalie]

[say, how did this frog get here? hovering so close to your... well, let's call it a face for lack of alternatives. KEYWORDS!]

Yo.

[enemaothestate]

*Eyepatch? Gone in a flash. And somehow, you get the feeling that despite what you see in that eyehole is nothing but a glowing light... you can just SENSE that it is freaked the hell out.*

... Good morning.

[thecurryisalie]

[well I do have excellent senses for that sort of thing, and it fills my black heart with something not entirely unlike joy]

Rest well?

[mostly_armless]

[is doing zombie headshots. does not look terribly excited by this, as they are slow enough that there is time enough for the one-armed man to one-armedly reload his shot gun]

oi oi, you could at least try to look a little interesting.

[cqcingly]

Little brother! I've been looking for you.

[mostly_armless]

 

[mostly_armless]

oho! hey hey, if it isn't you, sis. You needed me for something?

[letsbitchingluv]

*Clearing a path through a random group of zombies with the uber laser pistol*

[cqcingly]

What a waste.

[letsbitchingluv]

Pardon?

[cqcingly]

Such a beautiful weapon used on so much nothing.