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Alex was watching a kettle boil in his Dorm room. Waiting for it to boil he tried to make sense of the pizza incident... failing to do so he buried his head in his hands, not sure what to do. Should he say something? How could he help? Should he help? Is his help necessary? Would they even want it? He could clearly tell something was wrong, but nothing seemed like the right thing... should he ignore it? That seemed even worse. Didn’t that one person say that evil succeeds when the good do nothing? But wasn’t it also said the road to Hell was paved with good intentions?

Staring at the kettle a piercing whistling noise shattered his train of thought. Standing up, Alex poured the hot water over the teabag in his mug and drank when he got a message from Nies. Smiling as he read, Alex realized that was probably what he needed more than anything. Replying he said

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[b]To:[/b] Nies Hellum
[b]From:[/b] Unrelenting Jukebox
[b]Subject: [/b]Re: Hello!

[color=00a651]Good Day to you Miss Hellum!

Thank you for your kind offer! If we do happen to cross paths I’d be happy to work with you once again~! If it’s not a bother we could always go dungeon diving. As you may have noticed, it is not easy to level up in DGO and frankly speaking, few people want to pair up with me, but I’d be honoured if you’d accept.

Looking forward to hearing from you
Cheers,

Jukebox
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The message launched, Alex logged in.
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Welcome Back [color=00a651]Unrelenting Jukebox[/color]
Relax for a bit. You seem stressed~[/h2][/center]

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The snarky comment. The strange mix of nature and cityscape. It was all familiar once more. Looking from his rooftop vantage point he saw an outlaw below him. Not one to turn away such an opportunity, Jukebox kneeled down and chipped at the ledge of the roof. After a few minutes a large noticeable crack emerged and Jukebox stomped, once, twice, tree times, before *CRRRRK* 

Scrambling from the edge, Jukebox kicked at the piece of roof once more and with the sound of scrapping concrete piece of roof, about the size of a bedside table broke off and tumbled down to his prospective target as he dropped a grenade down after the piece of debris. And in a flash of red light and curses a single level 3 outlaw bit the dust.