Guests are doing something secretly!

[Mhera]

Admittedly it is at the moment an imperfect plan. However, I refuse to let enemy chatter demoralize my forces; our planning shall continue. Perhaps your time would be better spent preparing for your imminent demise, Mr. Skarzs, rather than pondering the details of how it will happen.

[The Skarzs]

Yyyeaahhh. . . right. Enjoy your insides slowly being destroyed by your dumpster juice; I've seen the stats. Sky, might want to have a medical body flush.

[Mhera]

It is perfectly healthy as well as somewhat addictive, so I'd be surprised if Sky ever chose to undergo whatever this horrifying "body flush" you speak of and rejoined your forces.

[The Skarzs]

I'm talking about a procedure that will purge harmful substance from her system; it's for her health.

Also, you might want to see more than a few doctors if that's an addiction. >_>

[Skyblade]

Aaaahhh

[LT Sandpaw]

*Walks though the fighting with style* Puts C4 next to the guests and Mhera with swag* Puts on sunglasses and walks away awesomely from the fiery explosion* 


I'll be back.

[Søren]

*attacks anyone and everyone I'm not cool with because I have no idea what's going on.*

[Skyblade]

How do we win this battle?

[Mhera]

@Skarzs: it's a healthy addiction!

@Sky: Easily. Unbeknownst to Sandpaw, the entire Guest Army (yourself included) hopped into a private jet before his C4 detonated.

*proceeds to rain dumpster juice on everyone*


And Soren, I see that you keep the poll results veiled from the Guests. Very clever indeed.

[The Skarzs]

*Cleanses infected areas with fire.* Ahh. . . sanitation.

[Skyblade]

*Makes it rain on the fire*

[Delthion]

*Drinks Dumpster Juice.* I do not see the qualities of addiction, nor the overwhelming urge to follow Mhera/Gryphon.

Alas! Even the Sky has fallen! *Proceeds to attack Skye with Durendal.*

[Søren]

*attacks Del for attacking my new aliy*

[Delthion]

It's strange, I am the only member that is fighting and standing firm for the cause! *Grabs Soren by the collar and hurls him at a nearby table.*

[The Skarzs]

*Makes it rain on the fire*

You fail to understand that it has already been cleansed; the fire has done its work.