Camp Aspect/Hell
This is where every mean Paradox Space character goes when they die.
Dio Brando's Poker Club
BOO HOO! HOW MISERABLE, I AM!
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ME, THE GRATE LORD AKYVETON! USURPER OF THE COSMOS, GRAND LEADER OF THE ZUGSECTOID EMPIRE...REDUCED TO A MERE PUNCH-LINE!
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AND TO PERISH IN SUCH AN UNDIGNIFIED WAY, NO LESS! I WAS THE GLREEM OF THE GLOSH..THE SLORPNAR TO THE PLORPNAR.. AND NOW..I AM NOTHING. I PICTURED MYSELF DYING IN BATTLE AGAINST MY GREATEST FOE, THE MIGHTY RAY, OR BEING SLAIN IN A GRUELING FIGHT BY THAT SWORD-ENGLISH FELLOW THOSE EARTHEN LOSERS TALKED ABOUT..
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I NEVER EVEN GOT TO CONFESS TO THAT DAGGER GOBLIN CHILD THAT THEIR OBSESSIVE FANBOYING OVER ME WAS EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE AND I WANTED THEM TO STOP. I REALLY HOPE THEY NEVER BECAME A BIGGER DEAL THAN ME, THAT WOULD BE MY WORST NIGHTMARE..
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OH..HOW I-
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Dude can you shut the fuck up already
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Yes. We're in the middle of an incredibly drawn-out and vicious poker-game, if you haven't noticed. Also, it's your turn. Hurry the fuck up.
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Um..Mr. Dio? I think now may not be the right time...but..I don't know how to play Poker.
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I didn't say anything earlier because your game-faces looked so serious!
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* how the fuck are you winning then
*Angry lawnmover noises*
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I THANK YOUR COMPANIONSHIP, VARIOUS ASSORTED EARTHEN-BEASTS. BUT NOTHING CAN REPLACE THE GAPING CAMP-LIFE SIZED HOLE IN MY CHEST.
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I ONLY WISH I COULD BE GRANTED SOME SORT OF..**SECOND CHANCE**..
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**I SAID I WISH I COULD BE GRANTED SOME SORT OF SECOND CHANCE**
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dude thats your cue
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naaahhhh..
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FUCK
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Many hours later...
HM..THATS ODD. MY MOUTH TASTES A LITTLE BIT SALTY...ALMOST AS IF SOME SORT OF SUPERNATURAL FORCE AUGMENTED THE TASTE OF MY ZUGSECTOID-SALIVA IN RESPONSE TO THE PLAYING OF A TOKEN IN SOME SORT OF GAMESHOW
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I'm Salt Water!
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WHAT THE FUCK
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