October Intro: Aftermath Mingle

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Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!


Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.

It appears that you have won.

Now it's time to clean up.

Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.

Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.

Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.

Comments

excuse you that is rotten banana and eldritch goop.

[achievementhunter]

[They've heard monkey business so many times that honestly, this variation is refreshing. They snort, slouching against the wall of their temporary home in a seemingly nonchalant manner.]

Who knows? They certainly worked well enough against the monkeys.

I take it you're unarmed again.

that's not BETTER

[escampist]

Technically I wasn't unarmed before, I was just very shittily armed.

[He huffs a little, shrugs, and takes out the switchblade he arrived with.]

So I'm one step up from that.

it's not the SAME though

[achievementhunter]

Color me impressed.

[Really. Much knife. Very sharp. Wow.

Crouching down, Chara pulls a hunting knife from their boot, offering it to him handle-first.]

And now you're two steps up. This one, however, will not light on fire.

Unless you have some gasoline and a lighter.

you are the pot to my kettle. the to-may-to to my to-mah-to.

[escampist]

[Double knives. Double knives. Oh, don't mind if he does, thank you!]

I think I left those in my other hoodie. Real shame, considering I'm not banned from getting near gasoline in this place.

[Not that a silly thing like rules could stop him.]

But hey, if it stabs, that works for me.

and you're the pain to my ass

[achievementhunter]

Ask the resident god, sometime. I'm sure they're uncaring enough to provide you with an explosive or two.

[Wouldn't be the first god to do that. Maybe one day, Chara could even ask for the packs of TNT they'd left in their closet...]

I do hope you're ready to use it, Max. Stabbing living things is a semi-regular occurrence, in this place.

and proud of it

[escampist]

I don't buy the whole "god" thing, but if that thing can hook me up with explosives, I guess I don't really give a shit what they wanna go by.

[Gods are clearly bullshit.]

It's a semi-regular occurrence back at camp, too. For some kids, anyway. [...Okay mainly Nurf.] It's not like it's complicated. You stick the sharp end into the thing you wanna stab. Done.

[achievementhunter]

Plenty of talking bunnies giving you visions whenever you randomly teleport to an entirely new world where you're from, hm?

[Understandable- not everyone is new to this sort of thing.]

Done and dead. Forgive me if I'm dubious of you having killed anything before, Max.

[escampist]

I'm not denying it's some weird bullshit, I just don't believe it's godly weird bullshit.

[And he absolutely refuses to believe it, he's putting his foot down on this.]

I mean.

That doesn't mean I can't.

[achievementhunter]

Toeing the line of your suspension of belief, is it?

[Not often they meet an atheist in places like this. It would be interesting to see how long that style of denial lasts.]

There's a different between being capable of doing so and actually becoming a murderer. Are you certain you'll be capable of living with it, once all is said and done?

[escampist]

To put it mildly. I think they're full of shit in general, why should I believe any claims of godhood?

[It's a rabbit with a god complex, whoop-de-fucking-doo.]

...You're really pushing this, aren't you? Talk about morbid. [Max is, of course, far more bark than he is bite in this regard. It doesn't take much to see that. But he's also bad at backing down when challenged.] I'm not two seconds away from snapping and going on a killing spree, but if something comes at me and runs into my knife, I'm not gonna lie awake at night obsessing over it.

Pretty sure murdering is our species' special talent anyway.

[achievementhunter]

Fair.

[They'll leave it to him to make up his own mind, on that one. Far more interesting is his response to the pressure they're placing on him, laughing outright at the last.

Pretty sure murdering is our species' special talent.

He's not wrong.]

I'm honest. It's hardly my problem if people like you want to interpret it differently.

[escampist]

Honest, edgy...

Semantics.

[achievementhunter]

Did I or did I not say, it is hardly my problem if you want to interpret it differently?

[Honestly.

He's very charming. Max is going to have absolutely no problems fitting in here. In fact, they'd pay to witness his first meeting with Lup.]

If you're looking for somewhere to stay, might I suggest taking one of the empty houses on this island? It's always good to know your neighbors.

[escampist]

Yeah, you say a lot of shit, I'm gonna tune a bunch of it out.

[See, he can be honest too.]

Are there any empty ones left? Kinda seems like it's pretty populated here.

[achievementhunter]

There were, last I checked. Though I'd be fast, if I were you- scoring a lack of roommates in this place is a coveted notion.

[So you better get to it, buddy. Otherwise- you're doomed.]