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[Dr. D]

KILL EVERYONE WHO EVER CROSSED YOUR PATH!

[Stone Wera]

KILL EVERYONE WHO EVER CROSSED YOUR PATH!

This. Just to see if Karne will actually do it.

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Lose some weight.

[Karnewarrior]

I need more serious suggestions than that. Where's a seventeen year old american girl in Chicago going to get weapons-grade Uranium? The supermarket?

Actually, this is America, what am I saying. 

[Blackdutchie]

FF:Look out the window

[Krath]

EJ: Remove Sburb poster and put on another skirt. Your one is torn to bits presumably from the last time you flew.

And then put on some sunglasses, your eyes creep me the hell out. Aviator sunglasses, because you are an aviator.

[Dr. D]

Surf on the internet, but watch for capital 'l's. Whenever you push the shift key and the l key, a portal to a horrible world of demons opens on top of your bed for some reason (you suspect it has something to do with your former neighbors who were legendarily incompetent studiers of the occult. They moved after the accidentally set their house on fire by knocking over one of the black candles while they were trying to summon some sort of evil curse to fall upon your redneck neighbor). Then you have to close it. Again. And worst of all, you have to change your bedsheets, lest evil demon juice soaks in and turns you goth. Well, more goth (your parents suspect the evil demon juice that soaked in your bed is what started your gothness). You hate changing your bedsheets.

[quip]

Evil demon juice on the bedsheets?
...
I'm not going any further.

[Karnewarrior]

>Emma: Look out the window



You look out at the bright sunny day, the gray faces of the buildings surrounding you like the bleak facades they are. A howling wind pushes through the concrete and steel, pulling hats off the unwashed heads on the street below and upsetting rather stupid dogs.

The air is smoggy and opaque, a violent shade of blue from the chemicals spewed by the car factories in the industrial quarters. It turns the rain to acid and the day into a strange mix of twilight and midday sun. The wind does nothing to alleviate the problem.

But it blows around alot and you like the breeze so the pollution doesn't bother you so much. You're quite happy here and don't see why you'd need to leave, ever.

>Emma: Find some sunglasses to cover up eyes



That was so offensive. But you head over to the dresser to find your AVIATOR sunglasses anyway.

>Emma: wear Sunglasses



You are so smooth. Like ice. Perhaps with some type of flavor, like vanilla. Yeah, you're as smooth as Vanilla Ice.

Your fashion sense is tingling and telling you to take the goddamn glasses off.

[Fniff]

Keep them on. Replace skirt.

[Stone Wera]

Keep them on. Replace skirt.

And also, fire a rifle out of the window and down a bottle of whiskey. Because this is America, and these are things any self respecting American would do.

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[Bdthemag]

Stop worrying about silly things like customization and search the chest in your room.

[blackmagechill]

Switch your sprite to Kanaya, look relatively normal.

[Karnewarrior]

>Emma: Look through Chest



There's jack shit in your chest, just junk you don't use anymore, like your BOOK OF WEATHER PATTERNS, a lovely picture of EMILIA EARHART, who's totally your idol, and some PSYCHOLOGY EQUIPMENT. Also a airplane and a book about airplanes. But we pretty much knew there was no way those weren't going to be in there.

[DinosaurusRex_x]

Rip a page out of one of your books, fold it into a paper airplane, and throw it out the window.