<cre> Trujillo: Hrm... I'd start it slower- it just feels far too prankish, as stands.
<cre> Armrha nods...
<cre> Trujillo: Like, start with a bit of nasty conversation, and build up to the full-fledged screaming fit.
<cre> Armrha: kind of like... Truj, could youtell me where that file was, BECAUSE YOU'RE A GOD DAMNED MOTHERFUCKER!'
<cre> Armrha: that was the jump. :)
<cre> Bitterman: I'll say something about finishing my mail.
<cre> Bitterman: since I announced I got mail.
<cre> Turk: lol finishing your mail?
<cre> Bitterman: you start it Turk, ask me about if I've finished my mail yet.
<cre> Armrha: i'll totally flip out too.
<cre> Bitterman: you two try to act legitimately concerned.
<cre> Turk: Tru. You have to get my back.
<cre> Armrha: yeah, exactly.
<cre> Turk: No. Arm You should back Bitterman in the arguement.
<cre> Armrha: We'll just see where the flow goes.

The RP started as any good scene should, we discussed our plans, and got a loose idea of what was going on before we went into it.

<gossip> Turk: Hey, bitter. You finish your mail yet?
<gossip> Bitterman: yeah, I finished reading my mail, YOU FILTHY COCK SUCKER!
<gossip> Trujillo arches his eyebrow.
<gossip> Turk: What the fuck is up your ass, jewboy?
<gossip> Zador: LOL.
<gossip> Trujillo: Now children... play nice.
<gossip> Bitterman: don't feed me that bullshit, you know what the fuck I'm talking about!
<gossip> Turk: Lick my fucking nuts, fuckstick!
<gossip> Bitterman: shut the fuck up, bitch!

<cre> Turk: Where are we takeing this again?
<cre> Bitterman: some place over there ->

<gossip> Turk: I'm tired of your fucking bullshit! All yiou ever EVER fucking do is bitch! Jesus, Your like Luthen!
<gossip> Trujillo sighs.
<gossip> Trujillo: Lovely...

<cre> Bitterman: it needs to get angry enough that I can shout the phrase about being an admin.
<cre> Turk: haha. I took a very low blow.

Here is a very important part. The key to any great RP. What we were doing over cre, was talking out the RP as it happened. Discussing what was working, what wasn't, giving ideas. The same can be done with the OOC command, or tells, while you RP. Talking an RP out as it goes helps the flow and quality of the RP tremendously, as it gives everyone an idea where to go, no one gets lost.. it's just plain a good idea.

<gossip> Bitterman: Luthen? LUTHEN?! MOTHER FUCKER, HOW DARE YOU FUCKING COMPARE ME TO LUTHEN!
<gossip> Bitterman: IF I WAS AN ADMIN, I'D FUCKING DEWIZ YOUR PUNK ASS!
<gossip> Turk: YOUR COULDN"T FUCKING HACK IT AS A FUCKING ADMIN! ISN"T BEING WIZZ PROOF ENOUGH?!
<gossip> Zador makes a waving motion with his hands, "Move along people, nothing to see here."

<cre> Turk: See. Tru. This is where you chim in about how Im' right and Bitter never really mad a good admin.
<cre> Trujillo: I'm trying- I'm also getting ganked in ICQ by my brother, another co-author, and a friend of mine, so I'm slow.
<cre> Trujillo: I was waiting for my chance to justify you fucking his girlfriend, before jumping to your side. :)
<cre> Armrha: I've got the 'me and bitterman have the real power' arugment waiting. ;)

More discussion of the RP, as it goes along.

<gossip> Turk: And fuck! While we're at it. Look at Armrha. There's a huge fuck up right there!
<gossip> Bitterman: MAN, FUCK YOU! JUST FUCK YOU! I'LL KICK YOUR FUCKING ASS!
<gossip> Turk: YOur not fucking shit, Bitterman! You need to go fuck off and get a real fucking life you poser!
<gossip> Sethron: ehh...
<gossip> Bitterman: I'll fucking show you what the fuck I'm made of, mother fucker! Let me find that gun key, I'll fucking show you.
<gossip> Turk: Shit! Since the truth is REALLY fucking comeing out! You know your girlfriend who broke up wiht you because she cheated on you!
<gossip> Sethron shifts uncomfortably, "Yeah... and.. that's the story, folks."
<gossip> Turk: Let me just say. She's the best i ever fucking had, you fucking cunt hair.
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.

<cre> Turk rolls on the floor laughing.
<cre> Turk: lol! The blink was perfect.

Here, another good RP ettiqute example. Turk complementing me on a good response, helps the flow of the RP, and just plain a good manners, like when people tell each other 'Nice shot' in Quake or Half Life.

<gossip> Bitterman: you mother fucker..
<gossip> Bitterman: you dirty.. mother fucker..
<gossip> Turk: No. I'm your girlfriend fucker!
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay... wait...
<gossip> Trujillo: So Bitter, you're pissed because Calvin fucked your girlfriend?
<gossip> Turk: You wasn't fulling her needs1 She had to come to a real man to finish the fucking job!
<gossip> Sethron .......
<gossip> Turk: Oh i did'nt just fuck her. I screwed her damn brains out.
<gossip> Trujillo: Despite the fact that it took two to tango, and _Calvin_ isn't the one you were emotionally involved with.
<gossip> Bitterman: MAN, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!
<gossip> Armrha: Fuck off Turk. God, you just can't leave bitter alone, can you?
<gossip> Sethron: I.. can't tell if this is one big joke.. or.. what...
<gossip> Zador: Quite a performance.
<gossip> Zador: IT is.
<gossip> Sethron: what is.. going on...

By now, we had many players questioning what was going on, and if it was a joke or real. Any RP, where you play your role well enough, can accomplish this feeling or reality or depth.

<cre> Turk: Tru. Jump Arm for jumping my back.

Turk suggests an action, this keeps the RP flowing, and keeps it from getting stale. When everyone cooperates in an RP and helps each other out like this, it flows so much more smoothly.

<gossip> Turk: Oh no. Here comes your boyfriend, Armrha to the rescue, Bitter.
<gossip> Sethron looks confused.. very confused...
<gossip> Rdx: :screams, D'oh!
<gossip> Trujillo: Arm, stay the fuck out of this, man.
<gossip> Bitterman: oh.. is that how it is to you people.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm just one big fucking joke to you!
<gossip> Armrha: I swear to god, Trujillo, this is the last straw. We all know who holds the REAL power here.
<gossip> Trujillo: The fuck. I'm just trying to stop a bloodbath here, and you're fucking exacerbating this shit, Arm.
<gossip> Bitterman: WELL FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!
<gossip> Turk: Yeah it's like they all got a picture of your dick, bitter.
<gossip> Bitterman: SHUT UP!
<gossip> Trujillo: Arm, you can barely hold your dick when you piss. Don't even start that shit.
<gossip> Armrha: Ahh damnit don't bring up the picture Turk!
<gossip> Turk: Your doing a very good job of keeping yoru bitch in check, Trujillo.
<gossip> Sethron: GEEZU CHRISTO WHATEVER IT IS IT ISNT FUCKING FUNNY ANYMORE CANT YOU GUYS YELL OVER CRE?
<gossip> Armrha: Holy fucking shit! That's it. I should just fucking dewiz everyone but bitterman.
<gossip> Turk: Acouple more back hands and i'll take care of mine.
<gossip> Turk bitchslaps Bitterman.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'M NOT GONNA TAKE ANY MORE OF YOUR SHIT, CALVIN! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO CHRIST!
<gossip> Trujillo: Shit, Turk, it's not like it's hard.
<gossip> Armrha: It's our mud, we'll yell where we damn well please!
<gossip> Sethron -_-
<gossip> Sethron: Stupid ignorant men.
<gossip> Josh: Why do I get the feeling that the wizards are all laughing about this on the cre channel.

<cre> Turk laughs.

Yeah, we were.

<gossip> Rdx: What happen'd?
<gossip> Armrha: Turk slept with Bitter's girl and now he's being a bastard about it. :)
<gossip> Bitterman: FUCK YOU TOO JOSH! INSENSITIVE PRICK!
<gossip> Trujillo: Armrha, you fucking 'tard. All of this stupid shit, all because you can't keep your god damn mouth shut. Just add it to the list of shit you singlehandedly fucked up, chief.
<gossip> Sethron: ha.. ha.
<gossip> Sethron: its funny.
<gossip> Turk: Hey it's not my fault Bitter can't keep it up.
<gossip> Trujillo: Yes, because Turk's the root of all evil.
<gossip> Sethron: okay, you can stop now.
<gossip> Turk: And one good piece of ass.
<gossip> Sethron: geezus criminy.
<gossip> Armrha: Fucking shit Turk, you don't know when to quit!
<gossip> Trujillo: If she was fucking his friends, that probably says a lot about her fucking relationship with Bitt.
<gossip> Zador: Just... turn the gossip off..
<gossip> Trujillo: Happy girlfriends don't cheat.
<gossip> Trujillo: It's that fucking simple.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'LL FUCKING SHOVE MY COCK UP YOUR GODDAMN NOSE IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH, CALVIN!
<gossip> Turk: Oh, She showed your our video? Because we did some really fucking similar on your bed!
<gossip> Sethron: oh cramnittly... its not funny anymore, guys.. really, seriously.
<gossip> Trujillo: And yes, Arm, "simple." A word you should probably look the fuck up, and try to keep in mind, prick.
<gossip> Armrha: Lay off Trujillo. NOW.
<gossip> Sethron: geez, what an immature joke..
<gossip> Trujillo: Ooh... the all-caps NOW. i tremble.
<gossip> Bitterman: oh! oh! you think this was suppost to be funny, Sethron! that we're just here to fucking amuse you!
<gossip> Turk: You better watch out, Tru. Armrha is a big boy. He can talk in caps!
<gossip> Sethron .... "Yeap, that's pretty much it"
<gossip> Turk trembles.
<gossip> Rdx: I think its quiet serious, but you don't want us to see this, do you? Shouldn't you privately talk about this and solve it.
<gossip> Armrha: ALL I came here to do is just to code and to have fun with my fucking friends, and I'm CONSTANTLY getting wrapped up in god-damned power struggles and shit, all because YOU PEOPLE can't deal with administrating your GOD-DAMNED SELVES!
<gossip> Armrha: This whole place is so damned fucked up. LOOK AT IT!
<gossip> Trujillo: Oh, because WE can't fucking deal, Arm?
<gossip> Armrha: We have no working systems at all! We have nothing! It's a piece of shit mud, with piece of shit wizards!
<gossip> Trujillo: Who's the one who made it his private fucking mission to figure out new and exciting ways of destroying the mud, one system at a time?
<gossip> Markus: Amen to that, Trujillo.
<gossip> Armrha: What's our nicest area? Huh?
<gossip> Turk: It'l be alot fucking better when shit heads like you and bitter take the fucking hint and fuck off!
<gossip> Armrha: Not me. I was trying to make NEW things.
<gossip> Rdx: Arm, you know thats not true, you all rule at coding. You all know that.
<gossip> Trujillo: Last time I checked, _I_ wasn't the fucker constantly having to keep my god damned toys in check.
<gossip> Armrha: You know, instead of just remaking old shit.
<gossip> Markus: You know what? ALMOST ALL THE BEST WIZARDS ARE FUCKING GONE!
<gossip> Armrha: If people wouldn't be cloning them without asking bout them, we wouldn't HAVE THIS PROBLEM.
<gossip> Turk: oh no. Bitter is off probably crying himself to sleep. Poor little bitch.
<gossip> Sethron: bah.
<gossip> Markus: The people who made this game really, really good are long gone,
<gossip> Trujillo: Dude, I don't clone shit.
<gossip> Sethron: the best wizards are arguing on gossip just cuz they think its funny to confuse us mortals.
<gossip> Armrha: I'd be doing Squid a favor to just log onto the shell and delete the mudlib.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, just fuck you! fuck all of you! fuck you, goddamn judgemental, hypocritical, bastard son of a bitch, back stabbing, cheating, lying, cock smoking, ass fucking, mother fucking, homosexual rat fucks!
<gossip> Trujillo: I just get dragged around to clean up _your_ half-assed, unfinished messes.
<gossip> Trujillo: because god forbid you actually _finish_ something.
<gossip> Markus: 90% of the staff here can't even compare to the legacy of people like UglyJohn, really.
<gossip> Turk: Grow the fuck up and face the fact that im' a better fuck then you are!
<gossip> Rdx: Armrha, Tru, Bitter, Turk, they are all awesome coders. To my frame of mind.
<gossip> Trujillo: RDX, I don't remember telling you to talk. Shut the fuck up.\
<gossip> Sethron: Dunno him, but the staff here is just fine... they're just nuts.
<gossip> Armrha: I fucking taught you everything you know. Half of everything in the mud is built off examples of things I MADE.
<gossip> Trujillo: Yeah, I won't deny that you did.
<gossip> Trujillo: The sad thing is, I, with my limited fucking knowledge, actually get shit _on_ the mud.
<gossip> Markus: Mao? He's outta here now. So what are we left with? A few lazy druggies and slackers.

<cre> Armrha: I think people are starting to doubt it's a joke now. :)

<gossip> Trujillo: Instead of just breaking everything.
<gossip> Josh: Turk isn't a coder.
<gossip> Markus: Anyways, see you guys later. And if you ever need more staff, I know coding.
<announce> Markus has left Desolation.
<gossip> Josh: He's a bouncer.
<gossip> Bitterman: Turk isn't a fucking coder, he's a goddamn pussy!
<gossip> Sethron: Markus... this is my serious statement... zip it.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... yeah... really funny. Letsee... a tiny area with no mobs... what else? Hrm...
<gossip> Turk: Pussy fucker!
<gossip> Trujillo: Shouldn't you be half-way changing one of the files vital to running the mud, then forgetting what you were doing and starting some new fucking project, Arm?
<gossip> Trujillo: The hangar.
<gossip> Trujillo: A shitload of RP items. Half the fucking custom titles on the mud.

We keep the players drawn into the RP, reacting to what they say, later times insulting them, or further interacting with them, adding depth and making them think the situation is real.

<cre> Turk: ok. I'm gettin my ass kicked in this arguement.
<cre> Turk: lol. All the players are starting to go against me.
<cre> Bitterman: talk about how you're going to come to my house.

Turk points out that our side of the RP is growing stale, so we work on ways of keeping it going.

<gossip> Armrha: Revolutionary. I've had saving containers forfucking years.
<gossip> Sethron smacks all of you upside the head, "When are you going to be done?"
<gossip> Armrha: Hey, I made a script that makes rp items _for_ you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Replacing everything that gets destroyed by one of your little fuckups.
<gossip> Bitterman: FUCK YOU SEHTRON! FUCKING HARLOT!

<cre> Turk: What are you yelling about now, Tru?
<cre> Armrha: Me. :)
<cre> Trujillo: Yeah, I'm ranting at Arm. :)
<cre> Turk: Bitter. They are out doing us.
<cre> Bitterman: talk about how you're gonna come to my house, turk.

Turk gets lost momentarily, so we take a moment to regroup, and again discuss how to keep the plot moving, keeping the RP good.

<gossip> Armrha: Not to mention fixing the inventories of tons of people you decide to kill and dest the corpses.
<gossip> Sethron smacks you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Regularly replacing entire player inventories, 'cuz somebody can't fucking remember to NOT destroy all the fucking bodies on the mud.
<gossip> Trujillo: So here's an idea, Arm. How about YOU shut the fuck up for once, and maybe focus on a single project. Something you can actually finish. Like... a pair of shoes.
<gossip> Turk: Bitter. You at home or at the college?
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... maybe I'd have time to complete a project, if I wasn't busy with school and all... but oh... Someone doesn't have a steady job, or life, that detracts from his coding...
<gossip> Bitterman: you know where the fuck I'm at, mother fucker.
<gossip> Turk: Good, bitch! I"m going to come to fuck over and kill your fucking dog, cocksucker!
<gossip> Bitterman: yeah, I hope you come over! I'LL BE FUCKING WAITING WITH MY SHOTGUN! NIGGER!

<cre> Bitterman: now me and Turk "log off"

<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<gossip> Zador: Ouuuch.
<gossip> Trujillo: At least I can keep a girlfriend, bitch!
<gossip> Sethron frowns.
<gossip> Sethron: ugh. bleh.
<gossip> Armrha: Weren't to protective of the last one... How many miles away were you?
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay... fuck you.
<gossip> Trujillo: Fuck you in the ASS, Arm, you son of a bitch.
<gossip> Trujillo: She fucking DIED.
<gossip> Sethron hits the off button RIGHT now.
<gossip> Trujillo: Not "ended up fucking some other guy in another town." DIED.
<gossip> Zador: Uncanny profanity! With a twist!
<gossip> Sethron: sorry, game or not, this isn't entertaining.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah... but where you there to see her in her last days?

<cre> Trujillo: Heh... using reality to suck'em in deeper. :)
<cre> Turk: lol. Don't get too into it though.

<gossip> Turk: The only fucking NIgger is Your daddy! YOU FUCKING OREO!
<gossip> Bitterman: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT MY DAD! HE'S BLACK, AND HE'S PROUD, AND HE'LL KICK YOUR ASS TOO!
<gossip> Armrha: No. It's not like it was fucking impossible to get down there... But nah, you didn't need to see your fiancee...
<gossip> Turk: FUck this shit! I'm tired of your fucking shit!!!
<gossip> Trujillo: I had no fucking way of geeting there, you fucking shithead.
<gossip> Trujillo: It's not like it was 2 towns away. It was 3000 fucking miles.
<announce> Turk has left Desolation.
Turk fades from view.
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm gonna kill that mother fucker..
<announce> Bitterman has left Desolation.
Bitterman fades from view.

Both Turk and I fake a log off, and go invis, which adds to the scene, as we sit by observing what's going on.

<gossip> Zador: Bitterman is black?
<gossip> Zador: That's cool.
<gossip> Zador: Black people are cool.
<gossip> Josh: Bitterman isn't black.
<gossip> Zador: Hmm..
<gossip> Zador: Oh.

<cre> Bitterman: someone counterdict him.
<cre> Bitterman: tell them I'm half black.
<cre> Turk: Everyone make sure they believe Bitter is half black.

<gossip> Armrha: He's not black, he's half black, alright?

Some comic relief to keep the normal MUD feel in check. I couldn't resist really.

<gossip> Trujillo: And yet, she _still_ wasn't fucking anyone else when she went out to her mom's.
<gossip> Trujillo: Shit, you can't even keep your girlfriend on a leash when she's in the same tiny fucking state.
<gossip> Armrha: Maybe we should talk about why you got with Flora in the first place then... Fucking sicko.
<gossip> Trujillo: You didn't even fucking say that.
<gossip> Trujillo: Not even a sick little troll like you would say that shit, gimp.
<gossip> Trujillo: i _know_ you didn't say that.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah? Maybe you should bring it up to yourself more often. It would fit. Maybe you really need to do some reevalution on what you want from relationships...
<gossip> Sethron sighs, "Nope, its not over. Shutting it off again"
<gossip> Armrha: Especially before you hook up with this new chick...right?
<gossip> Trujillo: I really fail to see where you've got any right saying a god damn thing about that, Arm.
<gossip> Armrha: Someone needs too.
<gossip> Armrha: Line off. You're on ignore Truj.
<gossip> Armrha: And don't fucking insult my work again.
<gossip> Trujillo: Someone needs to keep their god damn cockhole shut, is what someone needs to do.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah yeah, you're reaaal dangerous.
<gossip> Trujillo: You fucking half-assed hack patcher.
<gossip> Sethron checks again, "Oh.. fuckk.. c'mon, guys, this is the only channel I can talk to people on cuz nothin's happenin'.. can'tcha'll just drop it now?"
<gossip> Sethron looks disgusted.
<gossip> Sethron: yer kiddin' right?
<gossip> Armrha: new title!

[Desolation] 17 lost souls in the Wastelands. - Thu Feb 28 18:44:07 2002
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[CIV] Armrha's girlfriends don't die alone.
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Armrha changes his title, and then announces it. Doing this was really cool, as it just drew people in even more. This would be the equavelent of using the "pose" command often durring an RP. It also provided for a good plot twist.

<gossip> Trujillo ...
<gossip> Sethron: guys...
<gossip> Trujillo: Okay. Good night, Arm.

At this point, Tru dests Armrha, which adds a heightened sence of reality to what's going on.

<cre> Bitterman: Tru needs to really explode now.
<cre> Bitterman: like, World War 8 type shit.
<cre> Turk: great touch guys.

<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back again, cunt?
<gossip> Sethron: Seriously.. its getting out of hand... yeah...
<gossip> Armrha: All right. Desting. Great. You want to play that game?
<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: Tru. Armrha. I know its Hella funny for the both of you, but geez...
<gossip> Trujillo: Motherfucker.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back off, Seth.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head.
<gossip> Armrha: This got personal when he commented on my girlfriend.
<gossip> Trujillo: Back off, or I swear to fucking god, I'll mute you.
<gossip> Sethron sighs.
<gossip> Sethron: yes sir. Really, Sir.

<cre> Bitterman gives a high-five to Trujillo.
<cre> Trujillo: That's gonna take some apologizing later.
<cre> Armrha: heh.

<gossip> Podrez: Anyway, boys, girls...Stop..Please?
<gossip> Trujillo: Dude, I mentioned your girlfriend once, offhand, 'cuz you wouldn't fucking listen to any sort of reasonable comment. As always.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Armrha: Keep it up. See what happens.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Zador: Will you guys quit fucking fighting all ready? You could do something productive with this negetive energy.. like making me some pancakes..
<gossip> Devil: You're very, very dumb, Zador. :P.
<gossip> Trujillo: Like that?
<gossip> Trujillo: have another.
<gossip> Armrha: hey.
<gossip> Armrha: cut that fucking shit out!
<gossip> Trujillo: Change the fucking title.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Armrha: grrrr....
<gossip> Trujillo: Change the fucking title, whore.
<gossip> Armrha: Stop fucking desting me, or you know what the hell I'll do.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head...
<gossip> Trujillo: Whine about Ashley some more?
<gossip> Armrha: No fucking names! You want me to name some names?!
<gossip> Trujillo: Maybe think about how many dicks she's probably sucking right now?
<gossip> Sethron gags.
<gossip> Trujillo: Enjoying her new life as a Frat Boy Toy?
<gossip> Sethron: SHUT UP. =)
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: yer very very cool now...
<gossip> Armrha: that's it.
<gossip> Trujillo: Oh, so you can have a title like that, and it's all fair.
<announce> Armrha enters Desolation.
<gossip> Trujillo: But the minute I mention Little Anal Ashley, it's "on"?
<gossip> Trujillo: Fuck you, you pathetic little bitch.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head.
<gossip> Sethron screams "shut up PLEASE!"!

<cre> Armrha: here, I'll dest tru, and then come on as another character saying you can't log in as tru. ;)
<cre> Trujillo: Gotcha. :)

Armrha suggests an action for the RP. This would be like if you were in a fight, and said OOCly "I'm going to punch you, and you dodge." Keeps the flow going.

<gossip> Armrha: Bye Tru.
<announce> Trey enters Desolation.
<gossip> Sethron: -_-
<gossip> Sethron: grreeeaaaatt..
<gossip> Trey: Oh, real cute, motherfucker.
<gossip> Armrha: What? You want a siteban too?
<gossip> Armrha: I told you to shut the hell up.
<gossip> Trey: Yeah, seeing as your last one was so effective.
<gossip> Sethron: fuckin' hell, what the fuck..
<gossip> Trey: And I told you to get some perspective, troll.
<gossip> Rdx: May I say anything, yet? Please?
<gossip> Trey: Shut the fuck up, RDX.
<gossip> Sethron: Oh shut the fuck up all of ya, why duncha?
<gossip> Armrha: all right, fuck, jesus... title gone, trujillo unlocked. I'm idle.
<gossip> Sethron erases that 4th word.
<announce> Trey has left Desolation.
<announce> Trujillo enters Desolation.

<gossip> Devil: Someone needs to kill Martin Short, and burn down the studio of Primetime Glick... every time I see that
stupid little fucker in his fat-suit, trying (and failing) to be funny, I want to throw a brick through my TV screen...
<gossip> Armrha: that's what you said last week devil.

Again, more normal MUD comic relief.

<cre> Turk: hmm..what now.
<cre> Turk: You need to come back online Bitter goign..fuck..i think he's outside.

The Armrha vs. Trujillo plot having wound down, I "log back in"

Bitterman fades into view.
<announce> Bitterman enters Desolation.
<gossip> Bitterman: dumb mother fucker hasn't even shown up here yet..
<gossip> Bitterman: weak ass fuckin' pussy.. knew he didn't have the balls to come confront me.
<gossip> Devil: I got five bucks that says Turk goes to jail, and Bitter hits the morgue. Anyone want in on that?
<gossip> Bitterman: I'm gonna fuckin' kill that mother fucker.. I swear to christ..
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.
<gossip> Armrha: Bitter's got the shotgun. I'm betting on him.
<gossip> Sethron: ehr....
<gossip> Bitterman nods at Armrha.
<gossip> Hunter: go bitter?
<gossip> Bitterman nods at Hunter.
<gossip> Bitterman: good answer.
<gossip> Hunter nods.
<gossip> Hunter: hell, i like you better then turk anyway.
<gossip> Trujillo: Turk's got the actual guts to do it, though... so I'm betting BVitter ends up a stickpuppet on the barrel of his shotgun.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, fuck you Tru.. just fuck you.
<gossip> Sethron: I'm not making bets, but its a stupid idea anyway.

<cre> Devil: Everyone keeps asking me "Are the wizzes fighting?" and I keep telling them extremely, and it's even worse on the cre channel.
<cre> Armrha nods.
<cre> Bitterman gives a high-five to Devil.
<cre> Armrha: I've told them that too. heh.

Devil and Armrha keep the realism going, not breaking character.

<gossip> Trujillo: I think you have me confused with your girlfriend and Calvin, Bitt.
<gossip> Devil kicks his "cre" channel until it comes apart in a shower of sparks.
<gossip> Devil: Fucking-A....
<gossip> Bitterman: don't start it with me mother fucker, I'll fucking track you down and pop your bitch ass too.
<gossip> Trujillo: Bitt, you'd be dead before you even had time to apologize for laying one greasy hand on my front door.
<gossip> Sethron frown, "I'd stick up for Tru, but chances are that he won't need sticking up for."
<gossip> Trujillo: I'd wear your fucking corpse like a hat, boy.
<gossip> Bitterman: man, what the fuck I do to you anyway? what the fuck crawled up your ass and had a family?
<gossip> Bitterman: fuck.. somebody's at the door.. I'll brb.
<gossip> Trujillo: Maybe I'm just tired of you crying about your inability to keep the attention of any single piece of tail for longer than 15 seconds past the point another male walks into the room?

<cre> Turk: lol. now the fun begins.
<cre> Bitterman: and now I idle.

Bitterman leaves to answer the door. This is where the greatest element of RP kicks in, the player's imagination. Being gone, and idle, no one had any idea what was really happening, they just knew there was hostily between Bitter and Turk, Turk was going to Bitter's house, and Bitter just left to answer the door. Their minds set to work.
This could be done in any RP, two players leaving to another room, leaving the group behind. In another RP, it could be done better, using the "shout" or "areaecho" commands to relay bits of what was going on to the people in the same area.

<gossip> Devil kicks his "gossip" channel until it comes apart in a shower of sparks and pieces of wiring.
<gossip> Armrha: Bitt?
<gossip> Trujillo: He's probably impersonating his girlfriend right now, Arm.
<gossip> Trujillo: Except, unlike her, he's on his knees to beg for his life.
<gossip> Armrha: Dude this could be bad...
<gossip> Trujillo: Hmm.
<gossip> Armrha: seriously, no more playing around... I hope turk isn't a moron like normal.
<gossip> Trujillo: I dunno, man. I mean, I can see Calvin kicking the fuck out of Bitt... but not, like, killing him.
<gossip> Trujillo: Unless Bitt did something stupid.
<gossip> Trujillo: Fuck.
<gossip> Sethron: guys, this isn't funny.. I'm worried...
<gossip> Rdx nods.
<gossip> Armrha: Well... Bitt told me he got his dad's gun cabinet unlocked... I was hoping that would deter Turk from going over there...
<gossip> Sethron sniffles unhappily....
<gossip> Trujillo: Yeah, but at base... Bitt's a chickenshit. He's not gonna pull that trigger, I have to think.
<gossip> Trujillo: But... I dunno, man. I could see him having the gun, and that pissing off Turk... and... fuck.
<gossip> Armrha: but Turk wouldn't take very kindly to someone pointing a gun at him, specially in his current state of mind...
<gossip> Trujillo: I just hope Calvin doesn't do anything stupid.
<gossip> Armrha: eh, i'm sure they'll be fine...
<gossip> Rdx: on the brink of death or possible ass kicking, anythings possible, ~shuts his mouth and HnS's now~
<gossip> Sethron rocks back and forth, hugging her knees to her chest........
<gossip> Sethron: this wasn't funny.... it wasn't funny.........
<gossip> Armrha: I'm gonna call Paco's brother...
<gossip> Rdx nods.
<gossip> Sethron: someone's gonna get hurt... it wasn't funny... everyone just... jesus christ.... it wasn't funny.....
<gossip> Trujillo: yeah... call Gaybe...

<cre> Bitterman: alright Clavin.. this is how it's going to work.. you say a line over cre, I repeat the line over gossip.
<cre> Bitterman: you killed or disabled me, and went to the keyboard.
<cre> Trujillo: Disabled.
<cre> Trujillo: More poignant if you're still alive and bleeding.
<cre> Armrha: Disabled, for now, yeah. heh. :)
<cre> Bitterman: and hurry up since I just broke idle.
<cre> Turk: Yeah. We are just goign to say i beat the shit out of you.
<cre> Turk: You can be creative.
<cre> Armrha: better to come from you tho, more realism.
<cre> Bitterman nods.

Having had enough speculation, the plan is set into motion to tell what happened to Bitter.

<cre> Turk: say. Oh. The dumb mother fucker left his Gmud open.
<gossip> Bitterman: Oh. The dumb mother fucker left his zMud open.
<gossip> Trujillo: Calvin?
<gossip> Bitterman yells, "T-bone.......BLARGH!!"
<gossip> Rdx: uhhh, This isn't funny, what happen'd?
<gossip> Trujillo: The hell happened, man?
<gossip> Sethron frowns... "What's going on.. someone fill me in... I'm worried... hey.. this isn't cool....."
<gossip> Armrha: you had better just be fucking around turk. you guysare just messing with us, right?
<cre> Turk: I told you mother fuckers I was tired of his shit!
<gossip> Bitterman: I told you mother fuckers I was tired of his shit!
<gossip> Armrha: awww fuck... fuck! calvin, you moron!
<gossip> Rdx: ummm....Please tell me what happen'd to bitter or turk, I'm worried now.
<gossip> Trujillo: What'd you do, Calvin.
<gossip> Sethron: Its not funny, what's going on......
<gossip> Trujillo: Arm, chill... he doesn't need the insults.
<cre> Turk: Now we won't have to worry about that cock sucker talking shit anymore! You can't fucking talk too good with a fucking broken jaw!!!
<gossip> Bitterman: Now we won't have to worry about that cock sucker talking shit anymore! You can't fucking talk too good with a fucking broken jaw!!!
<gossip> Devil: Fuck yes! I win the bet...
<gossip> Hunter: damn! *pays up*
<gossip> Devil: Wait, you didn't kill him, did you?
<cre> Turk: Armrha?! You better not say one fucking word if you care about Bittermans life!
<gossip> Bitterman: Armrha?! You better not say one fucking word if you care about Matts life!
<gossip> Sethron: TURK.. please.. please.
<gossip> Trujillo: Chill, Arm.
<gossip> Hunter: ah.. guess not. *takes money back*
<gossip> Trujillo: Calvin, what happened, man>

<cre> Devil: Can I "tempt turk"? And spam'em with "You won't do it, Turk. You can't kill him, can you Calvin?"
<cre> Trujillo laughs.
<cre> Trujillo: Perfect. :)

Devil does what he does best, and plays the Devil's Advocate, adding a sick element of fear and danger to the scene.

<gossip> Rdx is very scared now and wants to know what happen'd.
<gossip> Devil: You won't do it, Turk. You really don't have it in you, Calvin.
<gossip> Sethron: why is he quiet... wh.. why is he quiet.....?
<gossip> Rdx nods.
<gossip> Rdx: err....shakes head.
<gossip> Armrha: devil, shut up...
<cre> Turk: That mother fucker actually thought he had the balls to get his shotty out! He was too fucking slow though! TOO FUCKING SLOW GOD DAMNIT!!!dfljlasdfl;asdkjf[
<gossip> Bitterman: That mother fucker actually thought he had the balls to get his shotty out! He was too fucking slow though! TOO FUCKING SLOW GOD DAMNIT!!!dfljlasdfl.
<cre> Turk: You don't know fucking shit aobut me! None of you do! I TOLD YOU MOTHER FUCKERS NOT TO FUCK WITH ME!
<gossip> Bitterman: You don't know fucking shit aobut me! None of you do! I TOLD YOU MOTHER FUCKERS NOT TO FUCK WITH ME!
<cre> Turk: I'LL SHOW YOU WHO THE REALL FUCKING MAN IS!!
<gossip> Devil: Nahhhh... there's a difference between sick and confused. You're afraid, Calvin. Afraid of consequence... afraid of ending up in prison, and being the second guy in Keokuk to have killed a peer.
<gossip> Sethron frowns... "Dev, please.. Turk.. turk.. please go home.. please? Please.... do that.. SHUT UP DEVIL!"
<cre> Turk: What the fuck do you know devil?! You think yoru the only sick fuck!?
<gossip> Bitterman: What the fuck do you know devil?! You think yoru the only sick fuck!?
<cre> Turk: YOU SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD ABOUT MY FRIENDS AND I"LL CUT HIS FUCKING THROAT!
<gossip> Bitterman: YOU SAY ONE MORE FUCKING WORD ABOUT MY FRIENDS AND I"LL CUT HIS FUCKING THROAT!
<gossip> Sethron: TURK... please, oh please, Turk.. go home.. please...
<gossip> Rdx: Everyone shutup please.
<gossip> Devil: Heh heh heh heh... c'mon, Calvin. You wouldn't carve him. I bet your hand is shaking right now, even thinking about it...
<gossip> Sethron: someone kick dev, someone please... its not funny...
<cre> Turk: FUCK THIS!! I"LL FUCKING SHOW YOU ALL!!
<cre> Turk: go idle for awhile, Bitter.
<gossip> Bitterman: FUCK THIS!! I"LL FUCKING SHOW YOU ALL!!
<cre> Bitterman: and idle.
<gossip> Sethron: no please! Turk, please... Damnit, Turk, I dunno what the hell I'd do around here if ya went to jail....
<gossip> Sethron: please, please.. oh please..
<gossip> Devil: HEY! Calvin! You readin' this, still? CAN YOU FUCKING READ FROM THERE!?! OR DID YOU GO HOME, LIKE WE ALL THOUGHT YOU WOULD?! ...
<gossip> Sethron slaps Devil.
<gossip> Devil hrms.

Devil uses some color to rub the insult in even more. Color is good, when it's not over used.

<cre> Armrha: we should have turk having gone home, bitter beat the fuck out of, and pretend that's how it always happened. ;)

<gossip> Devil: Hey, Turk? Bitter... you two quit playing grab-ass and get back to the keyboard. Quit fuckin' around.
<gossip> Rdx starts to freak out, umm.....bitter? turk?
<gossip> Markus shrugs.
<gossip> Hunter doesn't really care.
<gossip> Sethron: go to hell, both of you.
<gossip> Rdx: they might all hate me, but I do care.
<gossip> Hunter nods.
<gossip> Sethron: I was talking about hunter and markus, not bitter and turk, just for reference.
<gossip> Devil: Well... Bitter's dead, or Turk got shotgunned off this mortal coil.
<gossip> Devil: I'm in charge, now.
<gossip> Sethron smacks Devil.
<gossip> Armrha: you?
<gossip> Hunter: Well, if Turk did off Bitter.. Maybe we'll be lucky and Turk will shoot himself... One can only hope...
<gossip> Sethron: shut up Hunter.
<announce> Hunter enters Desolation.
<gossip> Hunter shrugs.
<gossip> Trujillo: You were saying?
<gossip> Armrha: holy shit man... Hunter they're people... :P.
<gossip> Rdx: don't talk like that hunter.
<gossip> Devil: Hey... quit gettin' hostile. My dream of Devilation shall be glorious... especially without Bitter to bother us, or whichever lost the fight.
<gossip> Hunter: yeah? moronic people.. well, Turk at least.
<gossip> Trujillo: You don't know shit.
<gossip> Hunter: no, but i get treated like it. for me, one less bastard to make my life here miserable, the better.
<gossip> Trujillo: Seriously. You have no fucking clue who Calvin is, or what he's like.
<gossip> Trujillo: Well then- I think I'll resume my former role in that position.
<gossip> Devil: Well, hopefully his chest cavity's still intact.
<gossip> Rdx: :nod.
<gossip> Rdx: I hope everyones ok.
<gossip> Sethron shakes her head, "Fuck you all."
<gossip> Hunter: ah, real mature.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah, so's making light of something that could be fucking horrible...
<gossip> Armrha: and cheering over the possibility of our friends being fucking dead.
<announce> Bitterman has gone link-dead.
Bitterman fades from view.

I fake a link-death, in an attempt to draw more speculation.

<gossip> Trujillo: Not to mention, pathetically hounding any female that'll give you the time of day.
<gossip> Armrha: not like turk smashed his satellite.
<gossip> Armrha: i'm sure it's just his connection again...
<gossip> Devil: Umm...
<gossip> Rdx: They might not be friends and they might now be foes, but I still fucking care and you should also. They are apart of life and ppl shouldn't be killed because of anger.
<gossip> Rdx: Don't you agree?
<gossip> Hunter: hounded any female player? uh, no.
<gossip> Devil: Well, it sucks that they killed each other. But I'm still taking over...
<gossip> Hunter: go devil.
<gossip> Armrha: Uh... Dev, not exactly the time to be grabbing for straws... and not like they held alot of leighway here anyway.
<gossip> Rdx: Somebody please tell me what happens when I log on later.
<gossip> Rdx: this is freaking me out.
<gossip> Devil: I don't care, Arm. You can join me, and help reshape this MUD, since Bitter and Turk are indefinitely M.I.A., dead, or in jail. We need to move on without'em. If they're alive, then yay. If not, oh well. I could use your coding skills...
<gossip> Ronnie joins Devil's cult. Hail Satan.
<gossip> Armrha: Ahh, fuck it Dev... you know I never finish anything I start...
<gossip> Trujillo says nothing.
<gossip> Armrha: You're right Tru...
<gossip> Armrha: I don't even have the fucking judgement to fall in love with somebody who doesn't run off and sleep around as soon as she's out of sight of me... I can't really help the mud with anything...
<gossip> Armrha: But I know I can't let you try to 'take over' just because bitter and turk may be hurt or worse...
<gossip> Armrha: We'll let Squid decide on shit like that man. Sorry.

Armrha becomes depressed from everything that has happened tonight, keeping the realism in check.

<cre> Devil: This is the part where I get "banned" by Arm.
<cre> Armrha was going to fake leaving desolation for a few days, since I have a huge project to do anyway. :)
<cre> Armrha: I'll do that too tho Dev.
<cre> Trujillo goes, "Heh."
<cre> Devil: Squid is sooo gonna fire us.
<cre> Armrha: heh.
<cre> Armrha: I mailed him saying any mails he gets are from a fabricated situation.<announce> Spike enters Desolation.
<gossip> Spike: Fucking funny, guys.
<gossip> Armrha: Yeah, I guess. I dunno. Tell Squid to undo the ban when he gets on and heres about it all...
<gossip> Spike: What? You think I was really gonna hijack the mud from Squid? Quit fuckin' around, Arm, and unban my name.
<gossip> Armrha: Not time to fuck around man... really...
<gossip> Spike: Seriously. Unban me.
<gossip> Armrha: I've coded thousnads of pages here... hundreds of items and stuff... my directory takes up more space then /std/ and /daemons/ combined...
<gossip> Armrha: But none of it is out there.
<gossip> Armrha: barely anything. I haven't done shit for the mud. Just sat here for years and done nothing.
<gossip> Armrha: I feel like I've wasted so much time. I could have been a fucking valedictorian in high school if not for this place...
<gossip> Armrha: I think I'm out of here. Maybe for good. Truj, I'll be on aim, if you want to talk ever... I'll unban you Dev, sorry... just didn't like the joke...
<gossip> Trujillo nods at Armrha.
<gossip> Trujillo: Gotcha, Arm.
<gossip> Ronnie ..
<gossip> Trujillo: And hey, man. No hard feelings.
<gossip> Trujillo: Shit just got out of hand.
<gossip> Armrha: Thanks. Didn't mean about anything of what I said... yeah.
<announce> Armrha has left Desolation.

<cre> Bitterman: how quickly everyone forgets how I might be dead.
<cre> Trujillo: Well, yeah.
<cre> Trujillo: Who are you again?
<cre> Bitterman: bitches.
<cre> Armrha: it's still on RDX's mind.

<gossip> Nero: is it over?
<gossip> Ronnie: yeah, the other side is when we find out what happened with Bitter and Turk and when Squid finds out about all this.
<gossip> Nero: that's what i'm thinking.
<gossip> Nero: christ, i hope no one dies over some bullshit girl.

<cre> Armrha: there they go.

<gossip> Ronnie: Turk and Bitter were fighting over a girl? I thought that was Armrha and Trujillo?
<gossip> Trujillo: No, Armrha and I were fighting over a dead girl, and his girlfriend.
<gossip> Trujillo: Turk and Bitter were fighting over Bitter's libidinous girlfriend.
<gossip> Nero: yeah...i came in towards the end of the argument...
<announce> Spike has left Desolation.
<gossip> Devil: Fuck yes. I'm unbanned... (stepped away from the keyboard for a while)
<gossip> Devil flexes his muscles.
<gossip> Nero: tru do you know armrha IRL?
<gossip> Trujillo: Nope, why?
<gossip> Nero: seeemd like you did.
<gossip> Nero: nevermind...

Bitterman fades into view.
<announce> Bitterman enters Desolation.
<gossip> Nero: he returneth...
<gossip> Bitterman: oh fuck.. fuck me.. god damn.. fuck..
<gossip> Nero: what?
<gossip> Bitterman: fucking blood everywhere.. my fucking head hurts.. fucking Calvin..
<gossip> Markus: What happened?
<gossip> Ronnie: ? Did you shoot him?
<gossip> Bitterman shakes his head.
<gossip> Markus lets out a string of curses that would make a drunken sailor blush in shame.
<gossip> Bitterman: no.. fuck.. he kicked my ass.. damn near fucking killed me.. he fucking held a box cutter to my throat, and threatened to kill me because you guys wanted him to..
<gossip> Bitterman: what the fuck did you guys tell him?
<gossip> Markus: I was cheering for you, Matt.
<gossip> Ronnie: I didn't tell him nothing. Man who steps into middle of pissing contest liable to get pissed on himself.
<gossip> Bitterman: speak up pussies.. what the fuck did you tell him? almost got me fucking killed.
<gossip> Fred: Don't look at me. I didn't say a word. I didn't even know what was going on.
<gossip> Markus: I was hoping you would kill the fucker six times over.
<gossip> Hunter: that's odd.. i was hoping the same and got muted, killed, and corpse dested.
<gossip> Nero: me neither...i was lost until you left and markus explained what was going on, and made a point that Turk was an asshole.
<gossip> Ronnie: Somebody just send him a log. My buffer's already past what he wants to see cuz I was HNSing.
<gossip> Bitterman growls.
<gossip> Devil slinks out of the room...
<gossip> Devil: What ever could have been going on in Calvin's young, impressionable little mind...
<gossip> Bitterman: what are you talking about Devil.. god my fucking head hurts.
<gossip> Devil: I, uh, sort of told him to do it.
<gossip> Bitterman blinks.
<gossip> Ronnie: Here comes your "other side of the storm" Nero.
<gossip> Nero: that's exactly what i was thinking, ronnie.
<gossip> Ronnie: now we're still missing Squid.

<cre> Bitterman: and at the end of all this, we explain this was a lession in how to RP.
<cre> Trujillo snickers.
<cre> Devil: I agree.

<gossip> Devil: What? It's not like anyone got killed.
<gossip> Bitterman: you told him to put a knife to my throat?
<gossip> Devil: No, I told him he WOULDN'T put a knife to your throat.
<gossip> Ronnie: I think Devil specifically said that Turk didn't have the "guts to carve" you.
<gossip> Devil: And, he just HAD to prove me wrong... you know how Calvin gets.
<gossip> Devil flicks his wrist, and Ronnie's mouth disappears.
<gossip> Bitterman: after all the shit we've been through, all the times I helped you out with the Badlanders.. all the times I listened to your iniane bullshit ramblings.. all the times I bothered to look at your shit art and complimented you on it to not shatter your poor self esteem.
<gossip> Bitterman: and you tryed to goat him into cutting my goddamn throat?
<gossip> Devil: Yeah, well, I got bored.
<gossip> Ronnie ...
<gossip> Bitterman: bored? is that it?

<cre> Armrha: actually we shouldn't tell them it isn't real. Just leave em wandering for a long time then act like nothing happened in a couple weeks. heh.
<cre> Bitterman: nah, I think we should tell them.
<cre> Bitterman: the players are annoying enough, without me getting tells "How's your head feeling?"

<gossip> Bitterman: well I hope we fucking amused you, mother fucker, as I lay on the ground of my own floor, a few steps closer to death, and you.. you sick son of a bitch, trying to give me that extra push.
<gossip> Bitterman: I really hope you enjoyed it.
<gossip> Devil: Hey now... if it makes you feel any better, I was laughing so hard I had to take a piss break... twice.
<gossip> Bitterman: you're lucky.. really lucky.. lucky I'm already beat, and in no condition to drive to your fucking house, you rat fuck.
<gossip> Bitterman: goddamn.. my fucking head hurts..
<gossip> Devil: Need someone to finish the job, huh?
<gossip> Bitterman: shut up.
<gossip> Bitterman: just shut up.
<gossip> Devil: Because believe me... I'll knock you unconcious with a shovel, just to have the joy of watching you wake up with my dick in your ass.
<gossip> Bitterman: yeah, you would do some sick homosexual shit like that, you cock sucker.
<gossip> Devil: Probably... I'd most likely end up funneling an entire bottle of Castrol SynTek into your colon, and strike matches on your ass-cheeks.
<gossip> Bitterman shakes his head.
<gossip> Bitterman: just shut your ass up already, I'm tired of your blank threats.

<cre> Bitterman: should we hug now?
<cre> Devil: Let's freak'em out, and kiss.
<cre> Bitterman: hug first.

Having run out of steam, we draw the scene to a close.

<gossip> Devil: You're right, Bitter... I'm sorry I tried to get Calvin to slit your throat with a utility knife. You know I love you, big guy.
<gossip> Devil hugs Bitterman.
<gossip> Bitterman: aww.. Devil, it's ok man, don't worry about it. I forgive you.
<gossip> Bitterman hugs Devil.
<gossip> Bitterman gives Devil a soft, sexy kiss.
<gossip> Devil kisses Bitterman passionately. "TAKE ME, MONKEY MAN!"
<gossip> Bitterman throws Devil down over the couch, and begins humping him furiously.

<cre> Devil: So, should we tell'em, since us becoming gay lovers is already hinting stoutly at the fact we were pulling their balls?

Gotta admit, he's got a point.

<gossip> Bitterman shakes Devil's hand.
<gossip> Bitterman shakes Trujillo's hand.
<gossip> Bitterman bows.
<gossip> Bitterman: man you guys are really gullible.
<gossip> Nero: excuse you?
<gossip> Markus: Ah-ha! I knew it!
<gossip> Nero: this was all bullshit, wasn't it...
<gossip> Bitterman: you knew nothing.
<gossip> Nero: was devil involved, or was he oblivious?
<gossip> Bitterman: we were all involved.
<gossip> Hunter told Devil it was a load of crap.
<gossip> Hunter: heh.
<gossip> Nero: fuck man...
<gossip> Hunter .. but i got dested and stuff..
<gossip> Hunter sighs.
<gossip> Nero gets pissed off and goes home.
<gossip> Ronnie: so is Armrha really gone?
<gossip> Bitterman: he's still here.
<gossip> Trujillo: Actually, you got Corpsedested for hating on Calvin unfairly.
<gossip> Nero smacks all of the wizzes involved.
<cre> Trujillo snickers.
<gossip> Markus: Hating on Calvin unfairly? Is that possible?
<cre> Trujillo: Poor Turk. Someone publicly sticking up for it, and he's not here to see it.
<gossip> Ronnie: you know you guys are fuckers, right?
<gossip> Trujillo: Turk's not the devil, people.
<gossip> Hunter: hating on him unfairly? they guy hates my guts, what do you want me to do, love him?
<gossip> Trujillo: Hell, Turk's not even a bad guy.
<gossip> Bitterman nods at Trujillo.
<gossip> Nero: you're all bad people.
<gossip> Trujillo: And no, but you were wishing Death and suicide upon him.
<gossip> Nero: all of us not wizzes were scared as shit.
<gossip> Trujillo: And fuck, if you're just now realizing I'm a bad person, you're slow.
<gossip> Markus: So the point of this whole situation was?
<gossip> Bitterman: I logged on bored.
<gossip> Bitterman: so I started a fight with Turk over cre as rehearsal.
<gossip> Bitterman: and then we took it to gossip.
<gossip> Markus screams, "YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU ALL.", and runs out of the room crying.