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]

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.