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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 2:59 pm

Welcome to Culdranthine... in 1943. The Tinellian islands haven't been doing so hot the past five years. Nazi invasion, combined with weak leadership in Culdranthine and Arkadacia have resulted in a near total takeover of the islands, with vast swathes of the population cut down or forced into concentration camps. In an astounding twist of events, Reiltam has united itself in an attempt to fight back the German war machine, though it's turned into a bloody stalemate. Resistance efforts are trying their best in both Arkadacia and Culdranthine, though they're in need of a much needed morale boost.
In one of the last free communities in Culdranthine, a small fort from the Napoleonic era is the last holdout for the Culdranthine government, where they plan their attacks and ambushes. In here, there exists a bar... a little one known as the Liquid Wallaby (That seems to be an eerily common name here, it's as if the writer is lazy!).

What You Need To Know - Returning Players
The town of Heiss was pretty much annhilated by what amounts to a magical, cross-time magical meteor strike. The fastest way to escape? The time portal Crysal intended to use to hunt down her adversary, the Ahl Cuhltian. It seems that she's using the souls of the dead to power her spells, and has joined up with the Nazi forces to achieve this goal. To get to her, you'll have to go through the entire occupation force.
What You Need To Know - Newcomers
While we're in the WW2 timeframe, you can be someone else who ended up in the time portal. I won't limit you too harshly.
Just don't bring OP sci-fi technology along... that's dreadfully boring.

A sign in the entranceway, marked in a familiar set of scrawled handwriting reads:

1. "Keep the fighting down. We've lost enough to petty disputes between family."
2. "When it gets to humping you should probably take it to the motels." (As in, don't write cheap porn in here.)
3. "There's only one god in my establishment, and that's the sledgehammer behind the bar." (Don't play an overpowered as hell character unless you restrain them. Because having your shit interrupted by Thor isn't very fun.)
4. "No, we STILL don't take tabs."
5. "Don't make the new guys feel ignored."
6. In a much more official font is written: "All laws of the Holy Tinellian Empire are to be obeyed at all times." (If it gets you in trouble anywhere else on NS, it'll do the same here.)
7. "We've already got one force of invaders here, we don't need another." (No invasions unless otherwise brought up to me in TG beforehand. AND IT'S APPROVED)
8. "The Wallaby is built on sacred ground. Like, literally. As in the gods of the Arkchilian pantheon will up and fucking smite you if you start messing the place up." (Don't have a big epic Wallaby destroying battle here. Or anywhere in the fort.)
9. "You ain't a god." (No god-modding. You know who you are.)
10. In a really official font: "Firearms are only to be owned by military and police personnel, ex-military (after extensive mental stability testing), and select individuals who require them on a daily basis." (basically don't shoot up the damn place or da police will get you)
11. "We don't want what you're selling." (No advertising your thread.)
12. "Don't be a copier." (Go ahead and make your own thread, but don't blatantly copy from mine. Really, that's just annoying at this point.)

Official Wallaby Regents (Basically, if I'm not online and there's some idiot blatantly ignoring the rules, they are to be listened to.):
Crumlark
Barboneia
(Don't ask to be on this list.)

Official Wallaby Playlist - Metal, Symphonic, and Atmospheric. Shuffle button recommended otherwise it'll be like three hours of Nightwish

The air seems to have the perpetual smell of smoke floating about, and the sky always seems to be an unnaturally dark blue. This is unpleasant, but it beats being shot, send to a camp, or dealing with hostile wildlife. For better or for worse, this is the Liquid Wallaby.

Official Region (where the polls are held so twats who don't participate in this thread don't mess with the poll results)

Next Thread Poll (TG your votes in. If I get no votes, I'll decide myself.):

Rahn: A vast, plain-covered region in Northwest Arkadacia, herds of horses run wild and nomadic tribes still dominate the landscape, though there are a few cities on the border regions. Votes: 0

Iracusia: The misty, forested, central region of Arkadacia. Lakes and rivers aplenty, a lovely taiga-region. Votes: 0

Pravyet: A hilled, Italy-esque region, home to the Pravyet species. Local politics are dominated by the Knights of Pravyet, an ancient religious order dedicated to charity, chivalry, and all that good stuff. Votes: 1

Tel'Halsu: Crysal's private fortress in the mountain range between Arkadacia and Culdranthine, Tel'Hasu dates back to thousands of years ago, and remains her favorite retreat, though she usually has to clean it out as there's often centuries between visits. Votes: 3
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:06 pm

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

"Alexi?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

"A...Alexi? Jesus Christ, calm down, mate. What's wrong?"

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?!"

"I... I don't know."

Alexi finally stopped screaming and stared at Dom curiously. He regarded the strange, short pale man as a good friend; but that wasn't relevent now. They weren't in the Wallaby, as they were not long ago. In fact, they seemed to be in front of a small fort. Alexi couldn't remember what had happened. Something with explosions, and a portal? Dom wasn't much help either.

Dom stared at the fort curiously.

"Right... Where the bloody hell are we?"
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Postby Chaos Crescent » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:13 pm

Dives for cover as bullet wiz over she previous position and crawls to the only possibly safe haven barring a bull and a eagle. While crawling puts on cameo continues on towards the fort/bar/whatever.

'Damn fucking time jumps...'

Gets stopped by some troops from the opposition, grins then kills them still well away from the fort, after many kills and two hours enters soaked in blood, dirt, mud and tears.

'Well that was fun....'
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:17 pm

"CHARBEST TELASHEET!" A Culdranth on the battlements shouted an alarm, about twenty others joining him with rifles aimed at the small group ahead.

The sounds of guns loading and shouting were heard from inside, the gate slowly opening with an American in uniform and a Frenchman. The American wields a double-barrelled shotgun whilst the Frenchman appears to be holding an MP40.

The American raises an eyebrow. "The hell?"

The Frenchman shouts something in Culdranth and the guards slowly put away their weapons. He steps forward, his gun still drawn. "Civilians, James. Probably refugees. I think the last thing these people need is to be greeted with more violence, oui?" He says, extending his hand out towards Dom. "Welcome to Fort Selouis, mon ami. You're safe here."
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:20 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:"CHARBEST TELASHEET!" A Culdranth on the battlements shouted an alarm, about twenty others joining him with rifles aimed at the small group ahead.

The sounds of guns loading and shouting were heard from inside, the gate slowly opening with an American in uniform and a Frenchman. The American wields a double-barrelled shotgun whilst the Frenchman appears to be holding an MP40.

The American raises an eyebrow. "The hell?"

The Frenchman shouts something in Culdranth and the guards slowly put away their weapons. He steps forward, his gun still drawn. "Civilians, James. Probably refugees. I think the last thing these people need is to be greeted with more violence, oui?" He says, extending his hand out towards Dom. "Welcome to Fort Selouis, mon ami. You're safe here."

Dom shook the frenchman's hand reluctantly.

"Erm... How're ya, mate? This is some sort of fort, I see? Why are you lot using such... Old, weaponry?"

Dom puts a hand to his forehead and thinks.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck. Oi, mate, what year is it?"
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:24 pm

Barboneia wrote:
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:"CHARBEST TELASHEET!" A Culdranth on the battlements shouted an alarm, about twenty others joining him with rifles aimed at the small group ahead.

The sounds of guns loading and shouting were heard from inside, the gate slowly opening with an American in uniform and a Frenchman. The American wields a double-barrelled shotgun whilst the Frenchman appears to be holding an MP40.

The American raises an eyebrow. "The hell?"

The Frenchman shouts something in Culdranth and the guards slowly put away their weapons. He steps forward, his gun still drawn. "Civilians, James. Probably refugees. I think the last thing these people need is to be greeted with more violence, oui?" He says, extending his hand out towards Dom. "Welcome to Fort Selouis, mon ami. You're safe here."

Dom shook the frenchman's hand reluctantly.

"Erm... How're ya, mate? This is some sort of fort, I see? Why are you lot using such... Old, weaponry?"

Dom puts a hand to his forehead and thinks.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck. Oi, mate, what year is it?"

"It's 1943, Englishman." He says, raising an eyebrow confusedly. "Something wrong? Surely you haven't come all this way with so many refugees on accident." He spots Crysal in the small crowd behind him and smiles widely. "James! I see the old horned woman!" The American shoves past him, a wide grin on his face. "No shit. It's the crazy ginger herself. Crissal! Good to fucking see you!"

Crysal walks over, Adri following close behind. She's about to give him a handshake before hugging him violently, laughing maniacally. "James, you fucking Western bastard! How're you?!" She smiles at the Frenchman and gives him a polite nod.

James sighs. "I'll explain the situation once we get inside." He looks at Adri uncomfortably, assuming her to be Crysal's daughter or something. "We just looted a shipment of food from a Kraut caravan. The situation's pretty shit." The gates are opened fully, and the refugees begin piling inside.
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:27 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Barboneia wrote:Dom shook the frenchman's hand reluctantly.

"Erm... How're ya, mate? This is some sort of fort, I see? Why are you lot using such... Old, weaponry?"

Dom puts a hand to his forehead and thinks.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck. Oi, mate, what year is it?"

"It's 1943, Englishman." He says, raising an eyebrow confusedly. "Something wrong? Surely you haven't come all this way with so many refugees on accident." He spots Crysal in the small crowd behind him and smiles widely. "James! I see the old horned woman!" The American shoves past him, a wide grin on his face. "No shit. It's the crazy ginger herself. Crissal! Good to fucking see you!"

Crysal walks over, Adri following close behind. She's about to give him a handshake before hugging him violently, laughing maniacally. "James, you fucking Western bastard! How're you?!" She smiles at the Frenchman and gives him a polite nod.

James sighs. "I'll explain the situation once we get inside." He looks at Adri uncomfortably, assuming her to be Crysal's daughter or something. "We just looted a shipment of food from a Kraut caravan. The situation's pretty shit." The gates are opened fully, and the refugees begin piling inside.

Alexi joins the crowd of refugees, and seems to blend in rather easily with them. He give a wayward glance to Dom, who seemed to be shaking violently.

"Nuh... Nuh-nineteen fourty... Fourty... Fourty three?! No... No.... Oh fuck! OH FUCK!"

Dom collapsed to the ground crying.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE BLOODY TRAPPED IN FOURTY-THREE! OH GOOOOD! OH GOOOOOD!"

Dom curled into a tight ball on the ball, shaking violently.
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Postby Chaos Crescent » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:28 pm

Barboneia wrote:
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:"It's 1943, Englishman." He says, raising an eyebrow confusedly. "Something wrong? Surely you haven't come all this way with so many refugees on accident." He spots Crysal in the small crowd behind him and smiles widely. "James! I see the old horned woman!" The American shoves past him, a wide grin on his face. "No shit. It's the crazy ginger herself. Crissal! Good to fucking see you!"

Crysal walks over, Adri following close behind. She's about to give him a handshake before hugging him violently, laughing maniacally. "James, you fucking Western bastard! How're you?!" She smiles at the Frenchman and gives him a polite nod.

James sighs. "I'll explain the situation once we get inside." He looks at Adri uncomfortably, assuming her to be Crysal's daughter or something. "We just looted a shipment of food from a Kraut caravan. The situation's pretty shit." The gates are opened fully, and the refugees begin piling inside.

Alexi joins the crowd of refugees, and seems to blend in rather easily with them. He give a wayward glance to Dom, who seemed to be shaking violently.

"Nuh... Nuh-nineteen fourty... Fourty... Fourty three?! No... No.... Oh fuck! OH FUCK!"

Dom collapsed to the ground crying.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE BLOODY TRAPPED IN FOURTY-THREE! OH GOOOOD! OH GOOOOOD!"

Dom curled into a tight ball on the ball, shaking violently.

'Dude do that away from the entrance....'

Steps over him then look around curiously.
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:31 pm

Barboneia wrote:Alexi joins the crowd of refugees, and seems to blend in rather easily with them. He give a wayward glance to Dom, who seemed to be shaking violently.

"Nuh... Nuh-nineteen fourty... Fourty... Fourty three?! No... No.... Oh fuck! OH FUCK!"

Dom collapsed to the ground crying.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE BLOODY TRAPPED IN FOURTY-THREE! OH GOOOOD! OH GOOOOOD!"

Dom curled into a tight ball on the ball, shaking violently.

People begin stepping over him, and the Frenchman sighs. "Not fucking now... Amelie! We've either got a looney or a drunkard. Help me haul his ass to the medical tent, yes?"

A woman, appearing to be in her late thirties nods and gives the Frenchman a light glare as they pick Dom up and start dragging him to a tent with a red cross on the front.

Meanwhile, Rusla and Kasat very rapidly get to work at the unmanned bar.
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:32 pm

Chaos Crescent wrote:'Dude do that away from the entrance....'

Steps over him then look around curiously.

The place is obscured by trees for the most part, and can almost blend in with the rest of the forest. Inside, there are several buildings hastily scrabbled together with logs, serving as housing, storage, and the bar/quarters in the center. There's also a medical tent in the corner. Several messy, unwashed Culdranth and Arkadacians run by, exchanging information.
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:33 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Barboneia wrote:Alexi joins the crowd of refugees, and seems to blend in rather easily with them. He give a wayward glance to Dom, who seemed to be shaking violently.

"Nuh... Nuh-nineteen fourty... Fourty... Fourty three?! No... No.... Oh fuck! OH FUCK!"

Dom collapsed to the ground crying.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE BLOODY TRAPPED IN FOURTY-THREE! OH GOOOOD! OH GOOOOOD!"

Dom curled into a tight ball on the ball, shaking violently.

People begin stepping over him, and the Frenchman sighs. "Not fucking now... Amelie! We've either got a looney or a drunkard. Help me haul his ass to the medical tent, yes?"

A woman, appearing to be in her late thirties nods and gives the Frenchman a light glare as they pick Dom up and start dragging him to a tent with a red cross on the front.

Meanwhile, Rusla and Kasat very rapidly get to work at the unmanned bar.

Alexi walks into the bar, staring outside for a second before turning to Rusla and Kasat.

"Hello, comrades. It seems we are not in 2015 anymore, eh? What happened, exactly? Also, do you need any help? I would be happy to help."
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Postby Chaos Crescent » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:35 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Chaos Crescent wrote:'Dude do that away from the entrance....'

Steps over him then look around curiously.

The place is obscured by trees for the most part, and can almost blend in with the rest of the forest. Inside, there are several buildings hastily scrabbled together with logs, serving as housing, storage, and the bar/quarters in the center. There's also a medical tent in the corner. Several messy, unwashed Culdranth and Arkadacians run by, exchanging information.

Takes in the lay out then heads towards any place that he could clean up the dirt and mud from his long belly crawling trek behind lines.
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:40 pm

Barboneia wrote:Alexi walks into the bar, staring outside for a second before turning to Rusla and Kasat.

"Hello, comrades. It seems we are not in 2015 anymore, eh? What happened, exactly? Also, do you need any help? I would be happy to help."

Rusla begins setting up tables while Kasat starts laying out drinks.

Kasat shrugs. "No fucking clue. Place just got blown up and my great-granddad had a convienently placed portal to the past right there. But I didn't seem him in the crowd, strangely enough..."

Crysal and James walk inside while she explains her situation. As they sit down, James laughs uncontrollaby. "So in a few months you're going to reincarnate. So there's gonna be two Crissals running around? The Nazis are fucked!"

Crysal grins lightly. "Well, the Nazis are sort of my secondary goal right now... I'm looking for someone. An old enemy, if you will."

"... Is this going to be like the last time we worked together where you roped me into fist-fighting with an ancient German warlord?"

"Thankfully not as exciting. And I'm going to be more straight-forward. But we'll save it for later."

A much younger, less drunk looking Byron steps inside, dressed in a rather snazzy suit and fedora. "Can't get ten seconds alone from the bloody wife, I tell you."
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:40 pm

Chaos Crescent wrote:
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:The place is obscured by trees for the most part, and can almost blend in with the rest of the forest. Inside, there are several buildings hastily scrabbled together with logs, serving as housing, storage, and the bar/quarters in the center. There's also a medical tent in the corner. Several messy, unwashed Culdranth and Arkadacians run by, exchanging information.

Takes in the lay out then heads towards any place that he could clean up the dirt and mud from his long belly crawling trek behind lines.

There appears to be a river just outside of the fort.
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:41 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Barboneia wrote:Alexi walks into the bar, staring outside for a second before turning to Rusla and Kasat.

"Hello, comrades. It seems we are not in 2015 anymore, eh? What happened, exactly? Also, do you need any help? I would be happy to help."

Rusla begins setting up tables while Kasat starts laying out drinks.

Kasat shrugs. "No fucking clue. Place just got blown up and my great-granddad had a convienently placed portal to the past right there. But I didn't seem him in the crowd, strangely enough..."

Crysal and James walk inside while she explains her situation. As they sit down, James laughs uncontrollaby. "So in a few months you're going to reincarnate. So there's gonna be two Crissals running around? The Nazis are fucked!"

Crysal grins lightly. "Well, the Nazis are sort of my secondary goal right now... I'm looking for someone. An old enemy, if you will."

"... Is this going to be like the last time we worked together where you roped me into fist-fighting with an ancient German warlord?"

"Thankfully not as exciting. And I'm going to be more straight-forward. But we'll save it for later."

A much younger, less drunk looking Byron steps inside, dressed in a rather snazzy suit and fedora. "Can't get ten seconds alone from the bloody wife, I tell you."

Alexi stares at the young Byron in shock.

"Byron?! Is that really you? Or at least, what you once were?"
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Postby Chaos Crescent » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:43 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Chaos Crescent wrote:Takes in the lay out then heads towards any place that he could clean up the dirt and mud from his long belly crawling trek behind lines.

There appears to be a river just outside of the fort.

Notices it and shakes his head not seeing it that first time, shrugs and walks to the river wary of everything around. Keeps a hand to his knife at his side.
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:45 pm

Barboneia wrote:Alexi stares at the young Byron in shock.

"Byron?! Is that really you? Or at least, what you once were?"

He looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" It seems his accent is significantly less vaguely Cockney, and sounds more upper-class at this point. "I mean, yeah, I'm Byron."
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Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:46 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Barboneia wrote:Alexi stares at the young Byron in shock.

"Byron?! Is that really you? Or at least, what you once were?"

He looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" It seems his accent is significantly less vaguely Cockney, and sounds more upper-class at this point. "I mean, yeah, I'm Byron."

"Well, I'm from the future. And I met your future self. You're a lot less nice looking, and you're a drunk, and you spoke more properly, and other stuff."

Alexi rubs his head.
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Postby Ava Ire » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:46 pm

A large, muscular man with blond hair and blue eyes stumbles in, wearing an Air Force jacket. He appears battered and bruised.

"Damn Japs..."
He orders a beer, taking off his aviator sunglasses.
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Postby TotallyNotEvilLand » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:52 pm

Barboneia wrote:
TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:He looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?" It seems his accent is significantly less vaguely Cockney, and sounds more upper-class at this point. "I mean, yeah, I'm Byron."

"Well, I'm from the future. And I met your future self. You're a lot less nice looking, and you're a drunk, and you spoke more properly, and other stuff."

Alexi rubs his head.

"Mate, I think the war's got to you." He laughs and leans up against the wall, stretching his arms out. "Well, it's got to everyone, you know what I mean."

Ava Ire wrote:A large, muscular man with blond hair and blue eyes stumbles in, wearing an Air Force jacket. He appears battered and bruised.

"Damn Japs..."
He orders a beer, taking off his aviator sunglasses.

James Doe glances over, raising an eyebrow. "Dealing with stuff at the pacific front, I take it?"

Kasat slides one over to him a beer over to him.
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Postby Val Halla » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:53 pm

Rya picks herself up off the floor, and dusts herself off.
"Whoah, did I get drunk really bad? I'm kinda dizzy..."
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Compulsory Consumerist State

Postby Barboneia » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:54 pm

TotallyNotEvilLand wrote:
Barboneia wrote:"Well, I'm from the future. And I met your future self. You're a lot less nice looking, and you're a drunk, and you spoke more properly, and other stuff."

Alexi rubs his head.

"Mate, I think the war's got to you." He laughs and leans up against the wall, stretching his arms out. "Well, it's got to everyone, you know what I mean."

Alexi forms an idea. He grins, and nods.

"Yeah, you're right, I think. I'm just... Going a bit crazy. I'm Alexi Volga. I was a... Erm... police officer back in Russia and I somehow ended up here. I'm not sure why I called you Byron, I guess it just sounded, erm, familiar. Anyway, it's nice to meet you."
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Postby Chaos Crescent » Sun Apr 19, 2015 3:55 pm

Val Halla wrote:Rya picks herself up off the floor, and dusts herself off.
"Whoah, did I get drunk really bad? I'm kinda dizzy..."

'You are drunk Rya and suffered a time jump.'
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