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Perhaps the best bet is to try to befriend her. Things would go much better for you if she thought of you as a friend than a bit of messed up code. You organize your thoughts, and determine a course of action. | |||
"You don't have to figure me out right off," you say with a smile. | |||
"I have better things to do than argue with a buggy program all day," she growls in response. | |||
"What would that be . . . like five minutes?" | |||
"No, it would be longer than that." | |||
"How long has it been since you just played the game without trying to fuck over the players." | |||
She glares at you, making you a little uncertain of the wisdom of the question. "I have reasons, you know!" she says. "It's not like they don't deserve what they get." | |||
"Hey," you say, "I'm not saying they don't deserve it. I don't know the whole situation. I'm just saying it doesn't ''always'' have to be about revenge. You could take some ''you time'', they'll still be there afterward." | |||
She sighs heavily. "It has been a while since I logged in just to relax." She laughs. "Not that fucking with everyone isn't fun. It's ''loads'' of fun. It can be a little stressful though, hiding from the admin while sewing chaos for the players." | |||
"Why not just chill for a bit . . . enjoy the game a little?" | |||
"What are you up to?" | |||
"You're apparently deciding my fate," you say matter-of-factly. "I'd rather a relaxed devil was deciding my fate than a pent-up devil." | |||
"You're different," she says with a wry smile. "I like your AI. I might need to make a copy before we part." | |||
"Oookay," you say, "I'll take that as a compliment." | |||
"Oh, you should," she says, getting a bit serious again, "I don't like most of the personalities in this game . . . or the real world for that matter. Did you have something in mind . . . relaxing wise?" | |||
''I could fuck your brains out'', you think to yourself. "I don't know," you say out loud, "what are you into when you aren't spreading chaos and destruction." | |||
"You were just thinking about fucking me, weren't you?" | |||
She definitely caught you off guard, and while you could catch yourself you simply let instinct take over for a moment and stammer, "Wha- I . . . um?" | |||
"God," she laughs, "I ''knew'' it. That's fifteen year old hormones for you. But seriously, it's not happening. This," she points back and forth between the two of you, "this is kind of nice. You know just talking to someone that I don't despise. I don't get to do this often." | |||
"That's good to hear," you say, "sorry about lusting after your body, but it's partly your fault. You made the avatar that hot." | |||
You're making a little headway, but you aren't out of the woods yet. | |||
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Revision as of 14:05, 2 January 2017
Perhaps the best bet is to try to befriend her. Things would go much better for you if she thought of you as a friend than a bit of messed up code. You organize your thoughts, and determine a course of action.
"You don't have to figure me out right off," you say with a smile.
"I have better things to do than argue with a buggy program all day," she growls in response.
"What would that be . . . like five minutes?"
"No, it would be longer than that."
"How long has it been since you just played the game without trying to fuck over the players."
She glares at you, making you a little uncertain of the wisdom of the question. "I have reasons, you know!" she says. "It's not like they don't deserve what they get."
"Hey," you say, "I'm not saying they don't deserve it. I don't know the whole situation. I'm just saying it doesn't always have to be about revenge. You could take some you time, they'll still be there afterward."
She sighs heavily. "It has been a while since I logged in just to relax." She laughs. "Not that fucking with everyone isn't fun. It's loads of fun. It can be a little stressful though, hiding from the admin while sewing chaos for the players."
"Why not just chill for a bit . . . enjoy the game a little?"
"What are you up to?"
"You're apparently deciding my fate," you say matter-of-factly. "I'd rather a relaxed devil was deciding my fate than a pent-up devil."
"You're different," she says with a wry smile. "I like your AI. I might need to make a copy before we part."
"Oookay," you say, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"Oh, you should," she says, getting a bit serious again, "I don't like most of the personalities in this game . . . or the real world for that matter. Did you have something in mind . . . relaxing wise?"
I could fuck your brains out, you think to yourself. "I don't know," you say out loud, "what are you into when you aren't spreading chaos and destruction."
"You were just thinking about fucking me, weren't you?"
She definitely caught you off guard, and while you could catch yourself you simply let instinct take over for a moment and stammer, "Wha- I . . . um?"
"God," she laughs, "I knew it. That's fifteen year old hormones for you. But seriously, it's not happening. This," she points back and forth between the two of you, "this is kind of nice. You know just talking to someone that I don't despise. I don't get to do this often."
"That's good to hear," you say, "sorry about lusting after your body, but it's partly your fault. You made the avatar that hot."
You're making a little headway, but you aren't out of the woods yet.
What do you do?
- Hit on her
- Try to make yourself useful to her
- Ask her about Cora
- Ask her about God Warning! This passage contains an alternate interpretation of the Judeo-Christian God YHWH as relates to his nature in the story as a person playing a god in a video game, as told through the character that was playing Sammael (the Satan). This is not intended to be an accurate representation of YHWH by any stretch of the imagination. If you feel this might offend you please avoid this option. Warning! Claimed--Elerneron (talk) 09:18, 2 January 2017 (CET)
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