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[justribbing]

hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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[achievementhunter]

[Happy thus far, Colin? Satisfied? Welcome to their attack vector; the real one. The one where they don’t stop until they’ve made all their own points. Until they’ve let loose every knife in their arsenal, with an understanding of just how sharp they can be.

For once, Sans isn’t their target.]

But of course, it’s not about depersonalizing your skelebro, is it? You just fix things with no knowledge or care outside of the physical laws of the universe- rules, one might say. Rules that exist to be studied, followed, bent, AND broken. The universe doesn't work if everything's all nice and orderly. Oh, but those are your words, aren’t they?

[Thrown in the wake of a child brushing off a near death experience, a stab wound with no consequence. Red vocals from a child who shouldn’t be capable of them, who definitely wasn’t anymore.

But who’s really concentrating on Frisk anymore, really? No one gathered here today for that.]