"Well, apparently my dickhead brother Cthulhu decides taking my godship would be a good joke. So he's in my mansion in hell, with my mother-blam!-ing martinis, and my damn dogs, while I'm a -blam!-ing mortal!"
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Well then...
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"Yeah. -blam!- my life."
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Come back then
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"To? I've left the military, committed genocides and purges, fought 3 wars, and my son -blam!-ing hates me."
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Scratch that
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"And do what? I was trained to kill all my life, the only other skills I have is making the instruments of war"
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You want help then? You helped me, I need to repay you
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"How would you go about doing that? And you're a friend, no? You don't owe a thing"
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I do though. Caused so much damage. And we'll figure something out
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"Heh. Maybe we will, maybe I'll dive headfirst into the depths of space."
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"Why not?"
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Yoyr a friend and you saved me from insanity. That's worth staying around
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"I guess you're right. Well, I'll stay. Only as an armorer, and only aboard this small ship though"
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Of course
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"Alright. Well, I've had my assistant AI work on a way to get back to the Goliath. Stand on that plate over there and travel" [b]He motions to a plate, and as he does, anders and Viola come out[/b] JT: "corra, this is anders, my friend, and Viola, my assistant"
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Nice to meet you both
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Anders: "it's a pleasure. Oh, and JT, we got the supplies. Set them up in the back of the ship" JT: "thanks guys. Anyways, corra, just step on that plate and get to the Goliath. And please don't bring up my existence"
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Of course. And thank you *she steps on the plate*
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[b]You are transported to the Goliath[/b] ((End))