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[color=crimson]"Look who [i]finally[/i] decided to show back up."[/color] Graves spun around on his heel, his annoyance plain to see. The last thing he'd been looking to do when he dragged his hungover ass out of bed was to stumble around the city streets, asking random strangers where one of his party members had run off to- it taking so long was just the shit icing on top of an already shitty cake.

He looked back at the motley crew they'd acquired by sheer coincidence, shrugging his shoulders at her 'some extras' comment. [color=crimson]"Might be we can get some use outta them."[/color] He lowered his voice somewhat, glancing at the passersby as if they could be planning to steal his brilliant plan. [color=crimson]"Tess n' I might'a come up with a way to feed ourselves 'till the game's fixed. Was mostly my idea, but she helped too. And before you so rudely decided to run off, we were 'bout to tell ya."[/color]

He'd been mulling it over since leaving the tavern, but the more he thought on it the more he realized Tessa was right. They'd been stuck in Pariah Online for over a week now without any word from the dev team. Whatever was going on in the real world, he couldn't guess, but he knew they couldn't keep to a holding pattern forever. Eventually their reward money from the first dungeon would run out, and they wouldn't have any means to sustain themselves. The whole...'risking going brain-dead thing' wasn't great, but starving to death in a [i]video game[/i] sounded equally shit to him.

Graves spun around and began to speak louder, addressing the whole band of brigands. [color=crimson]"How'd you all feel 'bout joinin' in on a business venture?"[/color]
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