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–"What the fuck are you looking at, huh!?"
You're kind of asking yourself the same question here. A six-limbed girl on four spindly sharp legs and with cartilage-looking exhaust tubes running under her skin is staring daggers at you. Well, if she's willing to start a conversation like that, you can play ball.
– "My Little Pony adaptation by H.R. Giger apparently. The hell's your problem?"
The creature doesn't look offended, if anything the prospect of pointless beef makes her angry face lighten up a little. She huffs out a small cloud of steam out of her back vents and click-clacks her way closer to you.
– "EVERYTHING is my problem," she counters. "And talking shit about looks is rich, coming from a dirt cloud hiding inside of a box. What's your weakeness, leaf blowers?"
– "I'm a mold cloud."
– "That's.. much worse actually, what the fuck?"
– "And I have no weaknesses. I will obliterate ALL videogames to plunge all the shitters that inhabit them into despair!"
You raise your tentacles into the air for effect, at which she snorts with some appreciation. "Yeah, okay, that one is real. Dunno about ALL videogames, but I still need to find that guy who played ADC for me tonight."
Huh.
– "I went out to wreck the fast food place I worked at, but tomorrow I GOTTA find that teammate somehow. Worst Traven player EVER."
Wait a goddamn second.
– "Had the gall to talk shit in the chat after throwing the entire game, I'm surprised he didn't go for any gamer words, must've been a pussy."
YEAH YOU WERE ABOUT TO
– "IT'S YOU! You're the dogshit seraline player! The assblaster98!" You point the tentacles at her in a damning accusation. For a second, the gears in her head are visibly turning, monsters around you watching the commotion with mild interest, anticipating a fight. They wouldn't be disappointed.
She forces a grin out, even while several veins pop on her forehead.
–"What do you know, I'm *lucky* tonight.." She balls her hands into fists. "I'm gonna boil you until you ADMIT to being the worst bot laner in the entirety of LoM and APOLOGISE for ruining my after-work game!"
You just snort and fish out the rebar piece out of the shell. "If you fight as well as you play, pony, this will be straight-up animal cruelty."
Her only answer to that is a kettle noise and a swift charge.
