In which the entire tower collectively goes OH SHIT

[tempustemporum]

Characters: The entire tower. PARTY POST.
Setting: Take a wild guess.
Format: Either or.
Summary: The tower has been reduced to one room, and it's chock full of monsters. Who you gonna call?
Warnings: Lots, the least of which being language...


[Well, ladies and gentlemen, shit dun hit the fan.]

[The tower has been condensed to one room with pretty much nothing in it. This post? Do whatever in it. General reactions. Go. ...As for Ienzo, he's just kind of sitting in the corner, head in his hands.]

Comments

[thekidsare0kay]

I wath kidding!

[Wow, this guy is shithive maggots.]

[reflectionofsin]

Ah. Proper annunciation is usually essential for effective sarcasm.

[He's giving a wonderful demonstration right here. Perhaps you should take notes.]

[thekidsare0kay]

Thuck my theed flap! [He's giving you a demonstration through hand gestures. Perhaps you should take notes]

[reflectionofsin]

[Oh, but he's very busy. He has his hands full of sword you see, since he's on the ground here actually fighting monsters instead of floating safely above everything. Also he probably doesn't know how to write.]

In your dreams lisp-face.

[Not his most skillfully crafted retort, but as mentioned earlier, he's a bit preoccupied.]