cfuw 142: limbo.

[cfuw_shepherd]

[you are locked in a small room underground with no air conditioning and several TVs with video feeds to the game.

enjoy.]

Comments

[runstowardsfire]

[It's the lack of proof that irks me.]

Yes.

[meteorstorm]

[ it's enough to bother anyway ]

I guess we'll see how it goes.

[runstowardsfire]

[People can die from miscarriages of justice.]

Well, they're not giving anything back yet and we're left to our own devices. No-one seems to have a pack of cards.

[meteorstorm]

[ well aware of this ]

Tch! It figures.

[runstowardsfire]

[I didn't want to mention the old lady who starved in the depth of winter after she got thrown out of her house because you have issues and severe paranoia.]

Well, there are the people coming in to talk to . . .

[meteorstorm]

[ I have a lot of issues yes. and probably a slight case of claustrophobia ]

There's that, at least. Alvis knows a few of them, so she'll be happier.

[runstowardsfire]

They're from Camp too, I believe.

. . . Oh no, that's too much. *is looking at what's going on in the game proper*

[meteorstorm]

I've met some of them before. The one in armor and the older man.

[ waving to Alphonse and Felix

but also the screen is catching his attention ]

. . . What is the Shepherd even talking about?

[runstowardsfire]

I think it's . . . poorly-written fanfiction.

[Oh the humanity.]

[meteorstorm]

. . . I don't even know what that is.

[runstowardsfire]

[. . . Lucky you.]

It's self-published fiction. So the quality, as you can see . . .

[meteorstorm]

. . . Subpar, in the nicest term.

[runstowardsfire]

[At least you bothered to be nice about it.]

I have no qualms about calling it "terrible". And it might be some form of cruel and unusual punishment.

[meteorstorm]

[ only because the other words I could have used are not suitable for young ears ]

He certainly seems to think it is.