"Skill and survival are the only things that matter" [open]

[swordofajerk]

[There's a moment of disorientation, of feeling like he's slipping into (or out of) something, and then suddenly there is a Spectre in the middle of Limbo yelling and shoving the other Spectres nearby out of his way and reaching for something that should be on his hip but isn't and all he can thing of is he needs something.

Sword? Maybe? That feels right, he needs a sword. Where can he get one, why doesn't he have one, why does he want one, why the hell is he suddenly aware of the fact that he is dead?]

Dammit. What the hell is going on--

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rip this notif that never made it to my inbox

[seasharp]

Very easily done. You just stop doing what you're doing now.

I mean, it's not like I don't get it. Being dead's a bit of a shock, right? But these Spectres can't help that.

[swordofajerk]

"Just stop doing what you're doing now"--do you even hear yourself? How stupid that sounds?

[seasharp]

See, that! That's exactly what I'm talking about. You're being rude!

[swordofajerk]

And you're being an idiot. If you don't have anything useful or helpful to say, leave me alone.

[seasharp]

Like you're one to talk. Geez... I was going to help you out, but maybe I should just let you stumble around like an idiot.

We don't need someone this rude in the group anyway! Who talks like that to people they've just met?

[swordofajerk]

If you have a problem with it, leave me alone.

[Why is he like this.]

[seasharp]

Fine. But don't harass Spectres anymore, or you'll just be my problem again.

[pout, pout

it never goes well when she handles the newbies]