I look down at my chest.
"Aaaaawwww...Anyway yeah lets go adventuring!"
I grab Zombie, bring out my D&D Obsfucalrealityatron and send us into a campaign.
"TO ADVENTUUUUUUUUUUUUURE"
I get stabbed in various spots all over my body.
"Ow."
I respawn on the top of a volcano. I see a dragon flying around, so I phone Sigma.
"There's a massive flying lizard here. Could you like...bounce over?"
I spot Sigma and Zombie lying down, faces buried in a pile of cocaine, with various D&D related objects scattered around them.
I attempt to offer them some delicious, and certainly not poisoned, pancakes.
Like a god from the machine, an orb appears near Salt's shoulder. It floats in midair and radiates a light blue aura around it. "'Sup, Saltine?" It greets.
"Well, as fun as getting your heart broken for the nth time sounds; it's Black Soul time, *****." If he had hands, or a tangible body, he would be putting sunglasses on at this time. "Now, come on, let's blow this popsicle stand."
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