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Dani: Apologize. Her mother did kinda ruin Val's life and there was nothing she could do about it so like. Fuck, man, what else can she do here?
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>Dani: Apologize?

You take a deep breath and look at her right in the eyes. "No. I won't focus on you. But...I will apologize. Val, I--"

She stomps her foot. "APOLOGIZE?! Are you fucking serious right now?! Do I, like, have to repeat myself here?! You ruined my life, Dani!--"

You stomp back. "Val, please! I couldn't do anything against it, okay?! My mother didn't give me a say in the matter--"

"Is that all you're fucking made of then, Dani? You really couldn't, like, say shit back to your mom?! You couldn't stop her? At fucking all?!

"And what about you?! You couldn't stop Kaylee?! You just LET her treat me like shit, Val?!" You clench your wand, to the point where your hand shakes. "IS THAT ALL YOU ARE MADE OF?!"

"Are you seriously fucking comparing a little bullying to, like, causing bankruptcy--"

"A LITTLE?!" your voice booms. You take a deep breath. A breath of calmness, but simmered in rage. "Okay. It seems we are at an impasse. Here's a Disney line for you..." You point your wand at her.

"...Let it go."

In the next instant, Val appears in front of you with her sword mid-swing.

[ SIMU-KERFUFFLE: Kylie Valkyria ]

You quickly react by igniting the gap between you two with [ Flaredark ], blowing you away backwards. "You wish to know what else I did in highschool, Val?"

Val flies right out of the explosion smoke and zooms towards you.

You swish your wand, conjuring [ Telebubbles ] right where her eyes will be. As she runs into them, she gets dazed for a moment trying to wipe her eyes. You take that opportunity to release your wings and fly behind her. "I was berated by my mother constantly in highschool, Val--"

She immediately turns around and shoves you back, causing you to stumble. "Yeah? So was Kaylee!" she screams while slamming her sword towards you. "She might be a terrible person, but at least she stood up to her mom!"

Luckily, you roll out of the way in time. "My mother is different, okay?!" You combine [ Flarespark ] and [ Word of Power ] to shoot out a blast of flames that greatly shove her back. "It's different when all you're raised with is the concept of perfection!"

She swiftly flies forward to close the distance. "Nobody's perfect!"

You start pixelizing something out of your inventory. Sadly, your shitty HDD system is delaying the process. Your heartbeat gets faster as she closes the gap with even more speed.

Just a few inches before she reaches you, it finally appears.

You breath a sigh of relief. "I know..."

The [ Gargantuan TV ] stops her and her sword flat.

You breathe in for you next attack. "...But try telling that to my mother," you say, unleashing another [ Word of Power ] which slams the TV right into her body like a 72-inch 120Hz wrecking ball.

She gets sent off the ship. You stand over the balcony of the ship, watching her as the ship also starts descending since she's not here to keep it afloat. "How ironic, Val! All it takes is a little faith and trust to fly, just like in Peter Pan, right?" You spread your arms out, wearing a maniacal smile. "So why are we not flying right now, I wonder?!"

Suddenly, Val grits her teeth and blasts back up to the ship, piercing you with her blade.

As she touches down back to the deck of the ship, it re-stabilizes in flight.

You nearly get a heart attack at her lunge, which was actually directed at your skirt. She aimed it just so you'd merely get pinned to the floor.
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She crouches next to you, looking at you solemnly. "We're still flying, Dani." She looks towards the sky. "I...I know it was your mom that did it. I know you wouldn't be the type to resort to...this. A part of me really holds on to some trust in you. I just," she balls up her hand, "just...was mad. I don't, like, know if I'm really mad at you. Or at Kaylee." Her hand mellows out. "I think I'm mostly mad at myself." She looks at you with really wet eyes. "I really wish I could have been, like, a better friend to you Dani..."

Looking at her, you start feeling sorry for her, but you quickly shrug it off. You refuse to fall for this again. After all...
You gotta focus on yourself.

[ Focus: 100% ]

You reach your hand out to her. "For all it is worth, you were a good friend, Val. You were the only person I really talked to in highschool. I know things will never be the same, but can we at least be amicable for now?"

She starts crying and embraces you. "Yes! I'm really...really sorry, Dani!"

You take a deep breath. "Yeah..." you look to the side, where her blade is, and [ Overwrite ] her blade's location to just above her back.

>Apologize.

"...I'm sorry too."

You quickly break free of her embrace as the sword plummets down, driving right into her chest. Walking around her as she coughs and hacks, you grab hold of her sword.

"Long live the king," you say, looking away and yanking the sword out.

You don't see it, but you hear her body pixelizing away.

[ Affinity up! Lv 3 -> Lv 50 Conniving Caster ]
[ Level up bonus: Inventory expanded! (HDD: Unlimited) ]

You look at her blade stained with red and whip the blood off. However, a teardrop falls on it. You whip it off again, but more tears fall on the blade. You sigh and pixelize it to your inventory.

[ 2H Spellfused Bulletblade (Any) acquired. Equipped to MAINHAND ]
[ Omega Wings acquired. Flight time: Unlimited. Equipped to WINGS ]
[ Game saved. ]

You run over to the steering wheel and re-stabilize the ship before it starts to fall again.
Nowhere else to go but up.

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[ Character select ]
>Evi/Nobert
>Krugg
>Aver
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Holy shit! Dani went full heel! Didn't quite expect that.

Let's see what Krugg is up to, he was a fun character.
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>Krugg:

"So," Galvin begins while pinching the bridge of his nose, "you lost our airship."

You grunt. "Ye."

He sits down on the great round table of the Guild Hall. "And you befriended the troublemakers. Who lost our airship."

"Ye."

"AND," he crosses his arms, "you want US to help them out. The troublemakers. Who lost our airship."

You nod nonchalantly. "Ye. Krugg talk clearly. Krugg repeat?"

He smacks your stomach, which of course does not faze you. "No! Krugg won't have to repeat! Krugg needs to recollect his marbles!"

Lionhart pulls him away from you. "Oho, come now Galvin! We of the Lion Heart Guild are not ones to turn away an opportunity to help people!" he says, swishing his cape in the wind.

Galvin facepalms. "Lionhart you insufferable grape, in case you were not aware, ICANTHEON IS UNDER ATTACK RIGHT NOW AND WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH THAT FIRST."

His face perks up with alertness. "What?! That cannot be! Icantheon is a safe haven! Unless the blithering ruffians from the Darkhelm guild dare to--"

Suddenly, the roof gets torn away, revealing an ashy sky full of the labyrinth's airships. Screaming can be heard very audibly in the distance, accompanied by explosions and magic.

A rope from an airship descends from the new hole above you, with a boar-headed brute sliding down. "Ah heard yer tae leaders a'this city! Chief Beef sends 'is regards--"

You walk up to him, emphasizing your size advantage. "Krugg don't like open ceiling. Bad interior design," you say, proceeding to punch him back to his airship.

Galvin grabs your and Lionhart's arms. "Fantastic idea, big guy! Let's get out and defend our city immediately!"

You shrug his hand away. "Krugg still need help saving Krugg friends."

He facepalms. "Krugg! We can save your friends after we save the city--"

"No. Krugg want help now."

He tries to glare you down, but looks away in the end.

"Now now, friends!" says Lionhart patting both of you. "I say we take a break to reflect on this decision, and--"

Suddenly, one of the maid soldiers fly in through the non-existent ceiling, crashing right between you guys.

She coughs up smoke as she tries to dust off her tattered uniform. "Sir Lionhart...I believe this is it for me...if you win, please delete my internet history--"

The boarman crashes back down once again, slamming his entire weight upon her. "Oi! Ah dun't appreciate yer lack a'hospitality!--"

"Krugg don't like dead friends," you say while cracking your knuckles. You then punch him away to the sky.

Galvin flails his arms. "You see this, Krugg?! You'll see a lot more dead friends if you don't help us save the city!"

Lionhart smiles at you. "Know that I shall respect whatever decision you decide to go with, friend."

What do you do?
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Save city.
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After Krugg Aver
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upping until creativity can return to me
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Krugg: Save city

You sigh and materialize your trusty sledgehammer, the Skullfucker. "Fine. Krugg help--"

Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a hummingbird nonchalantly flying around amidst the explosions.

You quickly spread your wings and go after it. "KRUGG SAVE YOU, LITTLE BIRD"

"Big guy! Wait!" Galvin yells while trying to chase after you.

"Haha, always a pleasure seeing your antics, friend!" says Lionhart while also following behind.

Up above, an airship looms above you all. One of the crew members are loading up a cannon. "Oh boy, those suckers ain't gonna see this one comin'--"

You punch a hole right through the ship, sending half the crew off due to the shockwave from your fist. "LITTLE BIRD. DANGEROUS HERE."

The cannons from this destroyed ship accidentally fire into the adjacent ships, knocking them off the sky too.

In the distance, one of the airships hover quietly, staying away from the fray. Inside its cabins, a horse-headed man watches the fight go down through his window, as he takes a delicate sip of his tea. "Ohoho, how absolutely barbaric. I cannot possibly fathom how Rob finds this cathartic." He takes another long sip. "Luckily, being a general grants me privileges."
He sees a hummingbird flutter by the window. "Oh, how lovely! Greetings little fellow, how may I help you--"

You crash through his window, tackling him out of the airship at the opposite end. "LITTLE BIRD. PLEASE. SAFETY NOT HERE."

You then fly up, right through the engines and out the deck, leaving a large explosion in your wake as you continue to chase the hummingbird.

Galvin massages his temples as he stops following you. "I have no idea if I should be impressed that he's single handedly doing this, or that he's not even trying."

Lionhart laughs heartily. "I think it is very chivalrous of him!"

"Lionhart, when I die I swear, you are going to chuckle at my funeral."

He pats him on the back. "It'll be an honorable death, I'm sure!"

However, before Galvin could say something back, a mysterious figure appears behind them.

You continue to chase after the bird, jumping from airship to airship, setting off a chain of explosions. Eventually, you get tired and land back on the ground. "Krugg...lose bird." You take a moment to mourn the bird, then lift your hammer to your shoulders. "Back to friends--"

"That's as far as you go," says a mysterious figure from behind

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>Aver: Awaken

You've been awake. You're not one for long naps, after all. You read over some of the reports that your secretary gave you, not really giving a shit about what's on them, while reveling in the comfort of your throne.

A knock on the door. Amber pops out with more papers in hand. "Sir, I'm here to give you an update on the plan so far."

You turn a page. "Good updates, I hope?"

She perks up. "Fantastic updates! We've confirmed that there are about 7 players left alive, sir!"

You look up from your papers. "Oh. That is. A smaller number than I was expecting. Good job, babe."

You also know that the real number would be 6, since you technically count as a player.

She looks over her papers once again. "That leaves us with about 2-3 parties left. That is virtually nothing now!"

You slouch on the throne in relaxation. "Well, we can't rest too easy, babe. It's always some chosen one or some bullshit that gets us."

Someone dashes next to Amber and hands her a paper, then disappears.
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She looks over it with surprise. "Oh, now we have some bad updates, sir. The attack on Icantheon was almost successful until it was thwarted by one of the players. Right now, one of our generals is holding his own against the player's party there. Should we intervene, sir?"

You crack your knuckles. "Well, if I have to--"

Another messenger slithers next to Amber to give her another paper before immediately vanishing.

She winces at it. "Our treasurer is extremely, uh, pissed, sir. She's coming to kick your ass if you don't hold that one-on-one with her."

Fantastic. What will you do?
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One-on-one with treasurer. Positively, of course.
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>Aver: Talk to the treasurer (Positively)

You take an exaggerated deep breath, then flash a forced smile. "Fine. Bring her to me and--"

Amber looks away awkwardly. "Um, please do not shoot the messenger sir, but she absolutely demands that YOU come to her."

Your smile cracks a little. "Alright. I'm gonna have to put my foot down for this, aren't I?" You sigh. "Just...lead me to her then, babe."

She nods and waves her hand. "Good luck, sir," she says, before opening a portal at your feet, subjecting you to newfound gravity as you fall through.

You crash down on hardwood floors. Mending your butt from the fall, you look around and see disheveled stacks of papers lining the confined walls, as well as papers and notebooks lying chaotically on the floor.

You grunt as you stand up. "Uh, well I'm here. As per your demands, your majesty," you say sarcastically.

From a hill of papers appears a...hummingbird? It chirps angrily as it launches itself out of the papers and towards your face. However, it stops abruptly just inches away from your eyes, as is the erratic flight of a hummingbird. "You're late late late!!!" it says as it pecks your nose. "Enjoy your nap nap, sir??? Because I surely had enough time to do do the exact opposite!!"

At a loss for words, you take a step back, then clear your throat. "I apologize, miss treasurer, but--"

She pecks your head again. "Miss treasurer?!! Did your new human form mess mess with your noggin, sir?!! Have you forgotten your best best best treasurer, Finch, sir?!!!!"

You cover your head in a panic. "Ack, please, Ms. Finch, can we be civil about this?"

"Civil?!!!" She divebombs back into the pile of papers and flies back to your face with a paper with big red numbers. "A year's supply of Mountain Dew. A pair of Air Jordans. An anime body pillow. Two-hundred dollars worth of Steam games? A FUCKING FERRARI, SIR??" She shoves the paper in your face. "DO YOU THINK THINK WE ARE MADE OF MONEY, SIR?? You'll buy buy a Ferrari but not health insurance for us??? I NEARLY DIED DIED JUST A FEW MOMENTS AGO BEING CHASED AROUND BY A HULKING IDIOT PLAYER, SIR." She yanks the paper off your head and slaps it on the floor. "So, SIR, please, do tell tell me what you have to say about this because I am ready to QUIT QUIT QUIT in a MINUTE if I don't hear a good good reason here!!"

You blink in awe trying to process her fit. And also trying to process what the absolute fuck the actual Minotaur was doing with the money.

Do you have anything to say?
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A hummingbird kicking ass? ....figure of what? What do you mean?

>fight the bird coming up with some bs related reason for expenses
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>Aver: Fight this bird and bullshit your way through

You sigh and crack your knuckles. "Well, Ms. Finch, if you were as much of a loser as I used to be, you'd understand that all of these expenses are not of luxury, but of need. However, I assume you are not one to listen to reason as you are now. As much as I'd hate to do this, it seems like I will have to force reason into you."

She rolls her eyes, metaphorically of course as are the limitations of birds. "Yeah yeah, call your dumb dumb secretary already like you always do, SIR."

"What? No. I'm kicking your ass myself," you say, pounding your fist into your palm.

Suddenly, her eyes glimmer as she flies circles around you. "Wait, you're gonna fight fight me?!! BY YOURSELF SIR?!!"

You tilt your head. "Uh...yes? Ms. Finch, I am having a lot of difficulty understanding you right now. This isn't usually a situation to be ecstatic about."

She flutters in front fo your face. "What are you talk talking about sir??? You NEVER respected me enough to see see me as an adversary! UNTIL NOW NOW, SIR." She then stops flapping her wings and tries to put up fisticuffs. "NOW PUT EM UP UP, SIR--" alas, she falls to the ground since flight does not happen for free. "I'll admit-mit, you win this one, sir. I'll waive your abuse of luxury spending this time around, and I won't be quitting. Please make make wiser decisions in the future, sir."

You blink a few times, still trying to process what the hell this bird is on. "Ooookay then. Lovely meeting this was then. For your troubles, you can keep all the luxury stuff I bought."

She flies back up. "Even the Ferrari, sir?!??"

You nod. "Even the Ferrari, Ms. Finch."

She divebombs back into the papers, then flutters back out. "Oh, happy happy day, sir! You forever have have my loyalty!" she screams, then flies back into the papers and stays in there.

You scratch your head and walk out.

Just as you step foot into the hallway, you are surrounded by animal-soldiers pointing spears at you.

A large figure emerges amongst the soldiers. He tips his ever-familiar fedora. "That's the REAL impostor, men."

Two of the soldiers grab you by the arm and start escorting you down the hallway. You try to resist, but their hold on your is too firm. "Ugh...y'know what, that's fair. This is just fucking fair."

"Y'think you're REAL slick, huh? Trying to pull a fast one on the Big Bad Minotaur? I'll--"

"Yeah yeah, what the fuck ever," you say, rolling your eyes. "Look, I don't really give a damn what you do to me, but where's Casey?"

He snorts. "Actually doing her job, unlike you. Not that it matters since you won't be working with her anymore, I'll make sure of that!"

You sigh as you're dragged away further down this Labyrinth.

Eventually, the soldiers drag you to a room full of prison cells, and throw you in one, shutting the gates.

They walk away, with the Minotaur's shitty laugh echoing throughout the cells.

Welp, you're not really sure what to do now. Escaping by yourself doesn't seem like an option.

You look up to the ceiling, with the intent of screaming to the game. "Work with THIS," you say, snapping your own neck.

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In the next moment, you eyes jolt open with you gasping for air.

The same scientist guy from before looks at you with disdain. "Aver. Seriously?"

You roll your eyes. "Just put me back in the game already so I can be somewhere not in that cell."
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He yanks your naked body out of the tube. "Hell no. I may make it look simple when I re-upload you, but it's a huge pain in the ass. You're coming with me. I'm teaching you a lesson."

You scratch your neck. "Fine, whatever. Can you give me some pants?"

He continues yanking you by the arm towards another door. "You won't need 'em. This'll be quick, anyway."

You let out a tired sigh as you're led to another room, one with a weird chair full of mechanical contraptions. "Okay. I see this is dad's BDSM dungeon. I am learning so many lessons."

"Aver, can you please be appropriate for five goddamn minutes. This is the memory-erasing chamber. And you get to see it first hand--"

From the door emerges another scientist leading a blindfolded woman towards the chair. "Heya, Hank! I see you got the boss's son with ya! Were you gonna use this thing first?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Your name's Hank? You look more like a Brad to me."

Hank facepalms. "No, I'm just here to show a demonstration. Just do your thing."

The scientist shrugs and sits the woman down, then puts on her a funky-looking helmet with a bunch of blinking lights on it. Finally, he locks her arms and legs in place with metallic bindings from the chair. "Alright, so...Ms. Kaylee, was it? Just letting you know that this process, while non-fatal, miiiight hurt a bit, so please brace yourself. Think of it like a trip to the dentist!"

The woman's breathing becomes more labored. "Like, that doesn't fucking at help at all! O.M.G. I'm gonna fucking die here--"

"Ms. Kaylee, please calm yourself! Look, the process is already done!"

Her breathing slows back down. "...It is? Wow. Like, I don't feel that different."

The scientist pulls out his tablet. "Yeah, because I lied." He then taps on the screen.

The machine lights up with full intensity, making horrible noises that sound like dubstep created from nails on a chalkboard.

Kaylee lets out a ear-grating scream. Blood starts seeping from her eyes, leaking out of the blindfold, and her nose isn't looking any dryer either. Her entire body spasms like she's about to enter the fifth dimension.

After 5 solid minutes of this excruciating display, the machine finally deactivates.
Well, 5 minutes in real time, an hour for you.

Kaylee stops screaming. In fact, her body is kind of just lying there, her mouth drooling.

You look away. "Did you guys just fucking kill her?"

Hank pats you on the back. "Nah. She'll wake up. Probably. This machine is the best we can do with our current technology. We may be able to digitize the mind, but we can't just erase it THAT easy! Haha!" He then grips your shoulder tightly. "So stop fucking up, Aver, if you DON'T want to go through that."

"Okay. So this is dad's extreme BDSM dungeon then. I hate learning," you say as you walk out the door and back to the tubes.

Hank follows behind. "Alright. To make myself clear here, I'm not giving you anymore chances. And you're gonna have to spawn back where you left. The last time was a fluke."

"Well fuck me, I guess," you say while the tube closes and slowly fills with liquid.

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Your eyes jolt back to the sight of iron bars and moldy cobblestone walls. Great. Hank wasn't fucking around.
And frankly, you don't have time to be, either. You gotta get out somehow. There's gonna be something you can do. Calling for help? Looking around? Waiting??? You sit down on the ground and think.

What do you do?
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I try to squeeze out of the bars using my piss as to make me more slippery
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Kircheis posted...

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>Aver: Wet yourself to slip through the bars

You stand up straight and strip naked, looking up to the ceiling again. "You think I give a shit, Hank?! You think I give a shit about my life?! Well, spawn THIS," you say while pissing six-feet straight into the air.

[ Game Saved. ]

Drenched in unmentionables, you try to wiggle sideways through the bars with your now-slippery skin, but your body gets stuck halfway through. "Hm. This was a mistake. OBVIOUSLY my lower region would get in the way here. Hank, if you're watching, you can STILL eat shit."

Looks like you're gonna be stuck here for a while after all. You look up at the ceiling again and start mumbling an old tune.

"Um...Mr. Brady?" says the famliar voice of a woman. Looking over, you see that it's Casey holding a broom.

You chuckle. "I got my name written on my name tag, don't I?"

She grimaces slightly while looking away. "With all due respect Mr. B...Aver, you're not wearing your name tag. Or anything else for that matter."

You look down, then back to her. "Hm. Right. Forgot about that. Oh, I should probably ask, are you okay? That well-done steak with ketchup didn't do anything to you, did he?"

She walks towards you, still looking away. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine. Thank you. For worrying about me, I mean. Even with your whole, uh, situation." She pauses for a bit, then looks at you. Well, she faces you with tightly closed eyes. "Look, as soon as I heard that he locked you up, I had to weasel away from him and help you out."

You crease the side of your lip a bit. "Awesome. You win two grand prizes from me: Why, and how. We're barely acquainted as co-workers, yeah? What's your motive here?"

She extends the broom handle towards you. "Um...I think you'd do the same for me."

You grip onto the end of it. "Bold assumption. VERY bold assumption. But I'll bite."

She starts tugging at the broom with all her might.

"Oh no no no this is a terrible idea--AUGH" you yelp as you're really feeling the burn down there. "This was a mistake."

She immediately drops the broom and ponders to the side. "Hmm...I'll figure something out." she exclaims as she runs back out of the prison room.

"Yeah, take your time. I'll just be here. Having a blast stuck between these bars. Without any pants. And a broom to keep me company." You sigh and continue humming your old tune which was rudely interrupted.

After a while, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. It might be Casey, having figured something out. Or not. If it isn't her, being stuck here probably isn't the best way to make a good first impression. Or a good position to defend yourself.

What do you do now?
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bonk
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Await your humiliation like a man.
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up, havent forgotten
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>Aver: Await your humiliation like a man

As a wise philosopher once said, who give a shit. You'd sooner stare God in the face, fully hanging.

The footsteps grow louder. They finally stop with a big thump next to you.

Looking to the side, you see...a dead soldier. You then feel a tap on your shoulder, followed by a forceful shove out of the cells.

"FFFFFFUCK, EASY ON THE SCHLONG, DAMN," you say, writhing in pain on the ground.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, sir," says another familiar voice.

You look up and see none other than Amber, trying to shove the dead soldier through the bars. "Shit. Amber? You here to kill me?"

She turns to you and extends her hand. "No way! We're staging a mutiny, sir. After the actual boss returned, we all realized how much better you are! C'mon, let's get out of here."

You grab on and get up, dusting yourself off. "Alright, I could roll with that. And you don't have to call me sir, y'know. I was never your actual boss."

"Well, you're way better than--okay it's really hard to talk to you like this." She rips off the pants from the soldier and hands it to you. "Please put these on before I die of embarassment here."

[ Khakis equipped. ]

"Alright, so, how are we getting outta here? Are you gonna use your portal thing?"

She grabs you by the hand and leads you out the prison room. "I'm hesitant to use it right now. The magic's too strong that they'll detect us immediately. And I'd prefer that we just leave quietly--"

Something crashes out from the wall behind you guys, bellowing a cloud of debris and smoke. As it clears, you hear the honking horn of a Ferarri sitting right through the bars, as well as the muffled sound of Freebird blaring through the speakers. "Get the FUCK FUCK in, sir! You too, Amber!" says the high-pitched cheep of Finch.

You and Amber look at each other, and you shrug and hop in shotgun. Amber enters in the back with a sigh.

The car roars with the intensity of a jet engine, then blasts forward up the stairs, using it as a ramp to ascend up multiple floors.

All this as you struggle to put on your seatbelt. "Uh, Ms. Finch, are you licensed to drive at all?"

"Absolutely NOT NOT, sir!" she says and laughs maniacally as she crashes through more walls and soldiers.

With shaky precision, you finally buckle up, then remember something important. "Wait, Ms. Finch! We have to go grab Casey!"

"Casey?" *crash* "Is that someone I should know know?"

"It's that other intern you were with, right sir?" says Amber tiredly. "Since we're well beyond escaping 'quietly...'"

A portal opens up in the seat next to her, plopping Casey down upon it. She blinks with confusion. "What...just happened? Aver? Can someone please tell me what is going on? Half the workers here just started rioting!"

"That right right! And you're now part of it too!" Finch exclaims as she crashes through yet another wall, this time leading you into the throne room.

There, the Minotaur sits in surprise. "Yo, wtf is the meaning of this?!"

"I quit quit, sir!!!" yells Finch as she floors the car at top speed right towards him.

He stops the car with nothing but his bare hands. "LOL, alright, sure. You're all fired." He then rips off the roof of the car and stands on the hood, snarling with smoke out of his nostrils. "And for your severance package, I'll allow you all your own last words."

Finch flies up to his face and pecks him. "You can sever my ASS in HELL HELL, sir--"

He flicks her away. "Alright, and the rest of you guys?"

What do you any of you do/say?
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