^ more messages of the convocation GameGRLFans.General

---- Sunday 201X-04-16 ----

mW: We are about to enter the Medium through the Mercy Gate. I'm sure you can see us from her broadcast. To my knowledge we'll be the only team with that particular achievement.

mW: But keep trying! I'm sure that, with the meteor pushed back, you'll all have more time to game it out!

mW: When we enter The Medium, I don't know if I'll have internet access. I will try to keep in touch.

mW: If not...

mW: mW, signing out! Keep rising!

mW: Testing! Anyone there?

mW: I have arrived... somewhere, it is honestly difficult to describe. Hot, would be the first word that comes to mind.

mW: If anyone can see this message, please respond.

aM: Hi!

mW: No.

aM: You're morningWard, right?

mW: That is my display name, yes.

aM: I have a present for you!

mW: I'm going to ban you.

aM: Wait, please!

aM: You didn't ban me.

mW: Nice observation, dumbass.

mW: I'm not an admin here.

mW: How did you find an invite link? Everyone else on this convocation is dead.

mW: Why didn't you just DM me?

aM: Oh, my friend helped me, they're great with computers and math and stuff. They enabled observation mode for me.

mW: Observation mode...?

aM: Ack! Sorry to make you angry! This is always happening to me.

aM: I don't know the specifics of Earth-Clade hand-language but I've seen that one a few times from Ruby's friend.

aM: It means... (pardon my language sorry) "fuck you"...

aM: Sorry.

mW: Ew, so you can see me?

mW: You know what?

mW: I don't care.

mW: I. Don't. Care.

mW: "Sure, the time-traveling aliens that want to kill you and the rest of the human species can spy on you at anytime, anywhere!"

aM: Um.

mW: "Good thing they'll use this strategic upper-hand to bumble about like complete imbeciles and end up corrupting both of our games beyond belief!"

aM: Please don't.

mW: Fuck off!

aM: ahh, wait, I mean, don't destroy that machine!

aM: You'll need it!

aM: I know that me and my friends kinda messed up and accidentally (sorry, language, sorry) royally screwed up both of our games.

aM: But I want to apologize!

aM: It was mostly our leader's idea. And most of us had to go along with it, on account of him being a wise and royal commander. And also, on account of him using Memesis.

aM: But!

mW: ...

aM: I still believe, despite everything that has happened to me, that, even now, friendship can bloom on the battlefield.

aM: That the torrential anger of conflict can be soothed with power of selfless giving!

aM: You've got a second Regent card right? The one the cool alien girl gave you?

aM: The one who used to be your girlfriend?

aM: Um.

aM: You'll be able to use the extra card! One of my friends made this cool code that fae translated from another friend's dreams!

aM: So I'll give it to you now, no strings attached!

aM: So... anyway.

aM: Since Quid-Pro-Quo is a thing of the past, I will simply wait and watch the friendship flowers blossom! Um. If you want to be friends, not that you have to decide now!