I wake up, and call Sister back.
"Hey I fell unconscious. Anyway, you're a ***** and you were probably adopted. Bye. Also, Salt has fallen in love with a Mammoth and they're eloping to Invictus together."
I hang up.
I look at my phone in confusion.
"Was I calling someone? Oh, right. Hey, Sister. So, I was just wondering where you are. And if there is a crowd nearby. And how much body armour you're wearing, because if you're meeting Salt then chances are, there will be people shooting guns at you."
I reel backwards from the blow, trip over a step and land on my back. My nose is almost definatly broken.
I pick up my phone from the floor next to me.
"Sorry Salt, I can't LARP with you right now, I'm in the middle of something."
I look up at Sister and raise an eyebrow.
"Yo."
"This is gonna end badly, and I won't have the drugs to take the edge off. I'm gonna get cranky." A sudden crippling pain hits my stomach. "Oh dear." I crumple to the floor. "Withdrawal."
"Dammit. Guess I have to do this the hard way."
I step out of the bathroom and walk up to random people, show them a photo of Sister and ask if they've seen her.
Thanks for the support man. It's a shame the main Mall Fight series ended, but these things happen. Hopefully they'll be back up and running soon once they figure out what they want to do.
When we open up, feel free to join in. We always keep the door open for returning players.
"Cos Banter#YOLOSWAG, obviously."
I fish a capsule of freeze-dried smoothie out of my pocket and pop a tablet in my mouth.
"Well I suppose it is only fair. I [i/]am[/i] the least competant fighter in our little band."
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