1st Atrocity - The Best Part Of Waking Up...
[Waking up in a real bed that isn't some bug filled cot is a wonderful experience. Stretching, Black Mage enjoys the feeling while he can.
Then he remembers he doesn't have the money to afford food, let alone a real bed. So why then is he waking up on one?
BM stands up on his bed, looking around. The first promising sign is Fighter is no where to be seen. The first bad sign is he is not wearing his robes and has no clue where his hat is.
He starts tearing apart the room in a fury, looking for his stuff.
Knocking over the phone in the process. You'll get to hear a bit of rummaging around before he notices it and picks it up. Looks like he called the town by accident.]
[Phone | Everyone]
Okay, I give you until I am bored of counting to give my clothes back or I begin burning everything in sight.
You hear me?
And who in their insane mind changed my mailing address to 753 Partridge Drive? I mean having mail sent to me here is pretty damn elaborate.
Oh, someone else is here. First I'll burn them then someone can tell me where my clothes are okay?
[Action | 753 Partridge Drive]
[If you decide to pay him a visit instead of trying to reason with him over the phone, you'll find his door is wide open.
Inside he is having breakfast at the table with his not!family.
Only they are all sitting down, slumped over with knives in their backs and he is cheerfully eating everyone's breakfast.]
Then he remembers he doesn't have the money to afford food, let alone a real bed. So why then is he waking up on one?
BM stands up on his bed, looking around. The first promising sign is Fighter is no where to be seen. The first bad sign is he is not wearing his robes and has no clue where his hat is.
He starts tearing apart the room in a fury, looking for his stuff.
Knocking over the phone in the process. You'll get to hear a bit of rummaging around before he notices it and picks it up. Looks like he called the town by accident.]
[Phone | Everyone]
Okay, I give you until I am bored of counting to give my clothes back or I begin burning everything in sight.
You hear me?
And who in their insane mind changed my mailing address to 753 Partridge Drive? I mean having mail sent to me here is pretty damn elaborate.
Oh, someone else is here. First I'll burn them then someone can tell me where my clothes are okay?
[Action | 753 Partridge Drive]
[If you decide to pay him a visit instead of trying to reason with him over the phone, you'll find his door is wide open.
Inside he is having breakfast at the table with his not!family.
Only they are all sitting down, slumped over with knives in their backs and he is cheerfully eating everyone's breakfast.]