week ?, ???

[reapertoire]

[ five assholes walk into a sewer.

they have a few important matters to discuss in the dead god's pad before the game officially starts. ]

Comments

[princeples]

It wouldn't do for him to act unnatural in that setting, of course.

[sips tea]

The Players will need all the help they can get. Having someone to guide them and keep an eye on them for us will help us out tremendously. And since you're judging the Game, it'll be easier for you to be in the thick of it, right?

[concertmaster]

I would rather get Erased right here and now than go along with this bullshit. I did not sign up to interact with Players.

[rosemance]

None of us actually signed up for this particular assignment, Max.

[ it's said in a "you're doing it" tone. ]

[concertmaster]

[m o t h e r f u c k e r]

So you want me to babysit your Players and lead them along in the Game. By playing Host.

[ m o th e r of fu c ks]

This doesn't really fall under normal Composer requests, but... You're technically the fucking boss, I guess. Jesus fuck. I claim the right to bitch about it for the entire length of time it's happening.

[feytality]

We wouldn't want it any other way, Max.

[ well, anthy's the boss..... he can't say no. ] And Anthy and I will be in charge of the Reapers! So that's a little less work. Plus, I'll sneak you food and coffee.

[ maya acting like he can't get himself food and coffee!! ]