‘What? You need to speak louder..someone just jacked up the volume in the bar.
I’m taking a Special Signature Image for my [Super Fans] in return for saving my bum out there.
Interview? You’re with TBIA Entertainment? Judie sent you? The old bitch….fine.
You have three minutes or you lose an eyeball. My pink nailed fingers in your empty socket.
My Super Fans will love it and I’ll get some decent stress release. Ask away honey.
I’m telling you. In exchange for this interview and my lack of grevious bodily harm to you you owe me a drink and all the news you can spare on the current state of Belphus. Yes. Even the boring stuff.
You have no idea how boring it becomes talking to mindless NPCs or the same Player-Killer who either roleplay they always existed here and their retold stories of death and fame.
I’m so sick of it. What? The volume is too high still, you need to speak up. No, don’t you dare touch it. The NPCs in this bar are peaceful unless you mess up the setting.
Yes, I’m using filters on all my Images for my Super Fans. I do not look this good in reality, trust me honey. Do I like being a horror genre actress for TBIA Entertainment?
Not much of a choice really. Your boss, the old bitch who likes to stay the same age apparently, took people who visited one of her events and set them up here.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I was saved and taught how to kill by The Roadside Rampager. Nice guy when you get past his roadkill collection. My brother Zen hates and loves this place in equal measure.
I guess that because he’s still a teenager he can treat this place as a fake reality game. Most Player Killer adapt or give up. Not me. I’m going to win this and leave this place.
Oops. Is that your writing finger? I told you that you owed me a drink. The locals are watching you and they know you don’t belong here. Call the bartender and order a pineapple juice with a slice of lemon.
No. I don’t drink alcohol. Used to try a little but this place tricked me and…I chose to stop. Is this thing live?
Hey [Mum], [Dad]. Zen and me are both alive and healthy. We didn’t disappear. Ok..I got Super Fans sending me private messages asking why Management is getting involved during my downtime.
Thanks for the pineapple juice and sorry about this. I owe them at least an eyeball or an ear ripped off. You can choose which one though. I’m sure it will grow back when you return to the real world.
Or you can ask your bitch of a boss to refund you for damage suffered in your interview work. This bar is going to explode soon. Literally.
If you can remember to scream. The audience likes it when real people suffer. Trust me, they can see the difference. I couldn’t. Here…we…GO!