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[Furtuka]

"Greetings fellow spirit. I am Kaladar, former Grandmaster Wizard of the Order of Alarkis. I have heard that you wish to speak with me?"

[Spinal_Taper]

"Yeah man, like my names uh... Robert. I'm that guys spirit guide. It's a tough job, he has issues."

[ExKirby]

"What's going on now?" Alex descends the stairs, wearing a sleeveless black jacket and a white vest with red insignias on it, with the pinstripe fedora. "Two ghosts. Huh. Honestly, I am not suprised."

[Furtuka]

The two ghosts  continue talking with each other.

Furtuka goes the computer to check on his kickstarter.

[Doomblade187]

"Sorry to interrupt Kaladar, but can you answer a question for me? What's this 'sub-basement' exactly? Is it alive, is it dangerous, etc."

[Furtuka]

Kaladar turns his head to Doom

"It's all that, and more. No mortal can comprehend it's true nature. Much less one who lacks a proper understanding of 17th Dimensional Magic Theory"

[Doomblade187]

"Which would quite easily disqualify me. Is there anything else?"

[Doomblade187]

((Does this thread need a BUMP?))

[Furtuka]

"It doesn't like ultraviolet light"

[Doomblade187]

"Well, that makes sense, I suppose. How safe would it be for me to go down there?"

[Furtuka]

"Not in any way whatsoever"

[Spinal_Taper]

"Uh... What about like, me?"
Robert asked. Spinal looked at him, a worried expression on his face.

[ExKirby]

((Hey guys guess what

I'm a necromancer))

"Well, I honestly see nothing of interest to me is happening down here. I'll be in my room then." Alex reascended the stairs, playing a light rhythm as he walked to his room. "The world will carry on tomorrow, but no-one cares and no-one bothers, the truth be told I'm feeling sorrow, when everyone just seems so hollow, and every time I seeeeee the sun, I understand the world had just begun..." Alex trails off with the song as he notices his laptop-generic hate mail from pop star fans critisizing his work, claiming it to be too "dark" and telling him to "go hide in the basement", which would, knowing his situation, be a bad move. He sighed, took a deep breath and continued playing.

[Furtuka]

((Holey Moley. Well if there's still demand for this thing then I guess I'll go post an episode passer thingy to clean up a bit))

Last Episode on Keeping Up With The Bay12!

There was a ton of junk involving ghosts

Some something I'm too lazy to remember.

[ExKirby]

Alex was the first to wake up in the morning. Usuall, he'd have played a gig, got back late and slept for five hours before waking up again. But when he didn't get a gig in, Alex found himself getting the same amount of sleep regardless. A restless musician pulled himself out of bed to look at the clock on the wall. 4:00. "Great." Alex thought, stretching a bit to shake off the few still asleep muscles. A quick shower and a blue polo shirt with trilby later and the time was still only 5:30. Practicing was out of the question-while eccentric at times, Alex wan't that ignorant, and science for him involved small explosions. The sun rose thhrough the window as Alex was plotting his next action, revealing some beautiful scenery of the skyline combined with the snow. A beautiful Russian summer. Or something. Either way, Alex decided he needed the exercise, and so he donned a thick coat and set off for a morning stroll.