User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/Group RP: The Death of Social Darwinism/@comment-23854671-20151005002337/@comment-23854671-20151005013151

Nolan merely sighed, half contently, half saddened. David didn't realize it but Nolan truly did think of David as a friend. Oh well, Nolan never needed friends before. He spun around in his chair, delighted at the fact David was finally doing something Nolan approved of. He then rolled the chair to be beside David.

"Sure thing, Dave. I'll keep my quiet, but you aren't going to lose my company any time soon. I like being able to share the experience of people being ripped apart, blown up, stabbed, shot, skinned, sliced, slashed -among other violent actions that start with s's- with someone else who's just as interested as I am."

Nolan spawned some tea out of nothingness and took a sip before continuing with a much more calm and sinisterly happy sounding voice:

So, shall the games begin then?"

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Viktor looked up at the robot. His gas mask covered it but he was happy. All his life he'd been waiting for the day where he'd be swept up by aliens or something of the like and forced to fight people to the death! Ah, indeed, this was quite the stroke of luck for good ol' Viktor.

Viktor then turned seemingly and started speaking (If you can even call it that, it was only understandable if you can read):

"Well boys and girls, roleplayers of all ages, let's get this show on the road!"