Tonight, Dr.Calculator and I had an idea: we were going to find an elevator and furnish it heavily.
Finding a good specimen, we bring in enough furniture to make it easily outclass most player apartments. As we chill in our new elevator pad, we get an idea: A discoball is required. About this time, good sir Stabs showed up for the party.
So we both pray (To King Radical) for a discoball, to really tie the place together. Doc Calc accidentally has a trigger that spits out st-- so he prays for "st". I prayed for the correct item. Moments later Doc is zot'd, lighting on fire and slowly dying as Gilmore and Eazy come in. For a sort time, Dr.Calculator
was the discoball we so desperately required. I can't recall if any other admins were there; it got a wee bit confusing right about now. Saint_Niklas showed up with them.
Story continues in a spoiler for your safety.
Gilmore decides to cure me of my brain damage (after looting Dr.Calculator) by grabbing me by the neck and slamming my head into the ceiling again and again until I die, then resurrecting me in an impressive display of medical expertise and blatant disregard for compassion.
It's worth noting that I had incredible brain damage so that I could carry all of the furniture in. Hover platforms are, of course, for tiny coward weaklings. Now, the party starts off well enough, but before long one of the admins drops in a GODDAMNED METEOR, blowing the entire room to smithereens. As I recall, we all survived-- hiding, I took about half my health in damage, however. Actually, Stabs died, I was too busy laughing to notice his charred and gibbed remains. Dr.Calculator only took four damage, reaffirming my point that he's an ass.
The admins then proceeded to loot Stabs' body, who did not survive the meteor, and trash anything of value. The partymin abuse continued for a while, with Dr.Calculator being spared from virtually any harassment for reasons I can only imagine.
Somewhere along Eazy decides to go outside and fire bullets in randomly. Everybody hides, and I die, with Stabs. Dr.Calculator is again spared any damage because he's an ass. Eazy apparently comes back in after, with Stabs, and aims at him again, telling Doc and Saint that they were both very lucky. I reclone, pick up a suicide belt, sneak inside, and attempt holy vengeance upon the badmin menace, after warning my esteemed colleagues of the fire, gunpowder, and plot.
So yeah, that didn't work, though admins apparently bleed potsmoke, which made everyone starving. Everyone who didn't die.
Gilmore leaves sometime during this, I didn't exactly see when. We send the elevator to the roof, and Eazy shoves me outside, then opens fire from the elevator with his samaritan. I sneak back in and he repeats, and I die.
Somewhere along here I tell Eazy that I found a bug-- I couldn't hide or sit for some reason. I try to say "Oh, while you're here, I found a bug", catching the barrel of the samaritan in my mouth before it goes off. I have it on good accord that Eazy's reply, over my corpse, was "You were saying?" or something along those lines.
The party continues for some time, and we die and come back via Dr.Calculator's speedy defibs. At one point, Eazy decides to break every limb in my body, then twists my head and either tears it off or breaks my neck. I forgot, because I was busy as a passenger upon the pain train.
The ending only comes when Dr.Calculator leaves me being held up by Eazy, while I have 50 rads from trying to take three rad-q pills. Around this time I also read a bible to Eazy, lit on fire from flaming moes, and tried in vain to throw the bible into Eazy's admin face.
After I die for the last time, I come in and take back some of my items as well as some I found lying around, heading out to try to recover the insane amount of money I lost from respawn fees.
And this is why you never pray.
Ever.
And this is also why you never pray for something like "st".
Ever.
If you find any typos or logical errors, or even just simply wrong bits, you may keep them for it is five am eastern standard time and my sleepy
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