Dirk: > Set up camp.

[sickheartbeats]

[You've successfully put up a reasonably sized tent for actual camping near the lake of this Camp Fuck You Die place, putting to use most of Jake's handy adventurer's survival kit. Since that didn't take particularly long, you have spent your time since doing massive research scourging the Network.]

Comments

[fightingcargos]

GT: Gosh strider you really should meet batgirl.
GT: She would be right up your alley i think.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: What better judge to ask for than Jake English.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Other than the batman himself i mean!
GT: You could easily be that sort of hero if you were in a comic book.
GT: Dont you think about this sort of stuff?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Not terribly often.
TT: Nor have I considered that I could easily be Batman.
TT: But I suppose the shades lend themselves to that thought.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Yep. Definitely batman.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: There's a dead parents joke to be made about this that will make you regret ever bringing it up.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh you sourpuss!
GT: And here i was being complimentary.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: And are my nerves ever aflutter.
TT: I'm only covering up the fact, clearly.
TT: When are you going to start not taking everything that is said at face value?

[fightingcargos]

GT: The exact moment you stop being a douche.
GT: Dont hold your breath!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Try me.
TT: And while on the subject of such pleasantries, I would love to have my pillow back.

[fightingcargos]

[You throw the pillow at Strider's face because he is a wanker.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You admit you could have dodged that one, but then you wouldn't have gotten to call him a bastard, and smother him in the fluffy thing in turn.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh!
GT: A SCRUM IS IT.

[You take up your own arms and push at Strider's pillow, laughing]

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Be the five year old.

[That's for amateurs. You apply all of your adolescent strength and knowledge of strategical warfare. He won't know what hit him.]

[fightingcargos]

[You quickly discover that Strider is a cheating cheater who cheats. The only way to parry his cheating is with good, old-fashioned firepower. He won't know what hit him.]

[sickheartbeats]

[As your title implies, you're not above twisting your best bro's leg to pin that pillow in place. You vaguely note that this is a lot less painful than struggling against a robot.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Augh! BRIGAND!!

[You hit whatever you can reach with your own pillow. You are not sure what part of Strider you are attacking but you are pretty sure you got his face once or twice.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You allow for that to happen exactly twice before you switch your hold and grab for his wrists.]

[fightingcargos]

[You are probably pinned and straddled. You come to this realization with grace, and a bunch of squirming.]

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Move in for the kill.

[You knock foreheads, and not gently.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oof.
GT: I suppose youll be wanting me to cry uncle?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: If you want to keep to etiquette.

[fightingcargos]

[You sigh.]

GT: This isnt what i had in mind when i imagined a proper scuffle between us.
GT: I want a rematch!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Oh?
TT: What did you imagine?

[fightingcargos]

[Strider sure is still on top of you, and very close. You try to relax. You don't think you're as comfortable touching other people, but you don't move.]

GT: *Gives strider a cocky grin*
GT: Victory. What else?