GMOCT R2 Final

It'd taken about an hour to patch up Mike's injury but it had been worth the wait. The time was enough for the gears of my mind to churn around about our situation and formulate some sort of plan. Of course, the only plan coming to mind was to slaughter as many of the mindless glitches as possible.

Of course, I had many things on my mind an hour ago but I was honestly trying to focus on how to attain our goal for this round. I couldn't seem to help it though as my mind kept going back to the random zombie movies and games I remembered. No matter how I looked at the situation, we were in basically the same scenario.

Naturally I felt relieved when a pale paper thin hand touched my shoulder in a manner I'm sure must've meant reassurance. I found myself grateful before realizing I knew no person with a hand that thin. Chancing a look behind me, I noticed what could only be described as a mouthless pale stickman wearing Santa boxers. I think Mike told me about this character once. His name was Stu if I remembered correctly; partner to Flynn.

Flynn. There was something about the name that sounded familiar. Not the woman herself but like I'd known a character in a movie called Flynn. The more I thought about it, the more I'm sure I had. I think the name of the movie had started with a T.

Looking around, I did indeed spot the artist in her signature green tank top. In her hands was an impaled head of one of the more unruly little nuisances. I felt a smile tugging at my lips as the pen used in the process was still deeply lodged into the forehead area of the creature. Oh yes, this woman and I could be brilliant friends.

It wasn't so much that she'd impaled the beast. Oh no, normally, impaling these things in the upper portion of their face wouldn't yield this same amount of damage. However, the trajectory and the precision of where the pen had been lodged in would point to Miss Flynn's aptitude as an intelligible friend to have.

That and how can you not want to be friends with someone that kills monsters with pens?

I mean come on. That has got to be one of the coolest things a pen can be used for.

Back to the situation at hand, I nodded my thanks to her character Stu and shook his hand trying to be careful not to crumple him. I didn't know if he could crumple like paper and I much preferred to not test it at the moment.

Flynn herself was pre-occupied with Dyxo having a conversation about the round itself. Okay, good. In party logic that would make a thief, an assassin, a minstrel, a mercenary, a wizard, and an elf. If anybody else could guess which was what in my head, or the fact that my brain had somehow just connected everyone via videogame rpg style, they didn't hint towards it. Also, why on earth did I think Stu was a minstrel?!

Finally, there was Scherzo. He was being ,well, himself. I'm still not entirely sure what a good trolling actually is but he seemed content with repeatedly telling Mike he wasn't touching him as he kept his finger near my poor character's ear. Mike, being "trollbait"? He seemed to anger easily by the action.

I wish there was more to the story, I honestly do. But with that many of us holed up into one room to wait off the offending legions of the only very mildly affective creatures, it was more like each of us took turns in our various brands of crazy.

Meanwhile however though, Touj and Theethe made quick work of the viral buggars in the hallway. Which was really awesome, but that's an entirely different story.