WEEK 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's been a month now, and even more people keep dying. Even more, one of the beloved (if.... very weird) guests killed two people just because it was "funny", and while there seems to be other people they don't seem too interested in helping out or even being seen.

This week a new land opens to the public which, depending on the last trial might be a blessing or a curse.]

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Comments

[in4apounding]

I see...

[Okay, yeah, jet propulsion could be really useful if they could figure out how to work it without dying.]

Just promise you'll be more careful figuring out how to use them, please? ...Are you hurt- damanged? Can you tell?

[codeofhero]

[Very useful indeed. Unfortunately, he'd never worked with ACME before.]

Mhh... [He sits up, realigning his head.] My internal diagnostics read that I am still fully functional. I merely... crashed.

[No better way to put it.]

[in4apounding]

....Do you need to reboot or anything? Is that a thing you can do?

[codeofhero]

[He scowls briefly, but no. It's a human thing. Muscle past it.]

While I am capable of going into sleep mode for an amount of time, I was referring to my unfortunate accident. I... collided with this wall, you see.

[in4apounding]

I know? I just- wondered if it might help. Hitting a wall that hard isn't good for anyone, machine or not.

[codeofhero]

...Hm.

I shall be fine. Merely a dent or two, at most. I have taken far harder hits in the heat of battle.

[Ever had a T Rex chomp you, Penny?]

[in4apounding]

[Okay though a dino-Grimm would be all kinds of terrifying awesome.]

Okay, okay. Good. I don't want to see anyone else get hurt.

[codeofhero]

[It would be great and terrible. Truly in need of a Jeff Williams song.]

I... appreciate your concern, Penny. In any case, I do not see myself attempting this again.

[He's already taking the skates off.]

[in4apounding]

Okay.

[Please do not get smashed, robot-sempai.]

...it is too bad they didn't work, something like that could really help against Mister King Dice.

[codeofhero]

Hmm. [He'll nod in agreement, but quietly resent them even more.]

They seem largely uncontrollable, not to mention shoddy in design. We would find more use in trying to get Swackhammer or King Dice to wear them.

[in4apounding]

[She gives that actual, serious consideration for a second.]

...Maybe if we framed it as some kind of contest or bet? But King Dice gave them to you, he probably knows what they do.

[codeofhero]

Of course he does. He must know about everything he gives out in that cursed casino of his.

[...] In fact, who knows where the things he gives out come from. There must be far more, wherever it came from.

[in4apounding]

He claimed he didn't know exactly where they came from or how, the first time I talked to him. I don't think I trust that anymore, though.

[codeofhero]

[he nods, curtly.]

You would be wise to not believe a thing he says.

[in4apounding]

I've been trying. I think- even when he's not actually lying, I don't think he's ever really telling the truth.

[codeofhero]

I doubt he knows how.

[in4apounding]

That would almost be sad, if it were true. ...Almost. He's still a big jerk even without saying anything.