[Nexus] The Wall III: Wall Harder

[Hattish Thing]

They sell guts right? By the way, Clarissa, Flesh is weak, metal firm. You cannot beat me...

[Devixer]

Yeah. Go make a deposit.

[Lady Serpentine]

Eh, just shoot her husband, and make her watch! Breaking people is fun!

I must admit, he's finally correct about something...

That said, that's sloppy. And also not likely to work. It would be far more effective to induce a temporary blackout and flay/otherwise torture to death her husband in such a way that it seems like she did so.

Then you haul her to another city where she knows no-one, and preferably not even the language, wake her up, and convince her she did whatever you did and fled while temporarily insane. She feels horrible about it, and, since she's far, far, away from the rest of her friends, as well as possibly unable to make new ones, you become her only source of support, letting you play with her mind however you want to.

Sure, it's a bit more complicated, but it's more fun that way anyway...

[Hattish Thing]

Hey...That's good...you think like Batiste! I like you...

Eh? Donate? Most me guts are fake so...meh.

[Lost_Deep]

Context: Organleggers kill their targets before surgically removing the organs.

Notable exception: The "Wake up in a bathtub of ice with missing kidney" situation.

[Devixer]

Hey, who wanted to bag job this clown's corp again? Was it Orchid Text? Where we meeting?

[Lady Serpentine]

Hey...That's good...you think like Batiste! I like you...

Wonderful...

To everyone else: Please don't judge me because of that.

[Hattish Thing]

Parliamentarian Batiste would be upset uf his second-hand man died...but, that's not going to happen! If you attack, I will blow apart all you hold dear...

[The Bushranger]

Talk is cheap. Bawk-bawk!

[The Alexandrian]

The votes are in, folks! Looks like we'll be meeting up at the Black Dragon's Den. Again, drinks are on me! Don't feel like you have to get too hammered before we roll out though! We can stop by on our way back with Marcy's head on a stick! Mmm! Kebabs anyone?

And I step out for two measly minutes to jack some girl scout cookies and someone's signed their own death warrant for me! How thoughtful!

Nobody could touch my husband, Dave. He's the king of Hel. On our honeymoon we had a traitor walk the plank into a vat of boiling acid patrolled by magical laser sharks! You know that nifty metabolic thing the sarlaccs do where their prey digests over the course of a thousand years? Well, we drafted up this punishment where I eat someone whole. They'd dissolve in seconds..if not for us casting cure critical wounds on 'em every couple of instants!

Good old Dave! Always such a charmer.

And we've entwined our lives in such a way that neither of us can die! So, nyah!

[Lady Serpentine]

Parliamentarian Batiste would be upset uf his second-hand man died...but, that's not going to happen! If you attack, I will blow apart all you hold dear...

The only thing or person I hold dear died five centuries ago. Furthermore, I slaughtered two hundred people in less than a week in avenging her death, so even if you did somehow manage to find something I do still love, it would be quite unwise to destroy it.

And I step out for two measly minutes to jack some girl scout cookies and someone's signed their own death warrant for me! How thoughtful!

Was that me? Because I wasn't seriously suggesting that, just saying his general idea was terrible.

[Devixer]

Parliamentarian Batiste would be upset uf his second-hand man died...but, that's not going to happen! If you attack, I will blow apart all you hold dear...

I don't need any fingers to count what I hold dear.

The votes are in, folks! Looks like we'll be meeting up at the Black Dragon's Den. Again, drinks are on me! Don't feel like you have to get too hammered before we roll out though! We can stop by on our way back with Marcy's head on a stick! Mmm! Kebabs anyone?

Well alright, omae. I'll see you there.

[Hattish Thing]

Aww...I'm scawed... I'll kill you all. Easily. I want a spot on the council! More power!

[ThirdEmperor]

Jegus Krust on rye, you utter moron. You've just admitted to being a murderous, amoral, torturing, soul-sucking work where everyone can see. They're not gonna let you on the council! You'll be lucky if they let you live!

Hell, know what? I'm hereby offering to pay out a good price in platinum to anyone who brings me this worthless numbnut's head on a platter, extra if you can get me a few of his science staff as well, live 'n breathing.

[Devixer]

Aww...I'm scawed... I'll kill you all. Easily. I want a spot on the council! More power!

Love how you needed to add that you're gonna kill us. Someone's never met a runner before.

[Hattish Thing]

Me scientists? They built the spirit engine and Alpha Defense 4...Smart eggheads...along with The Sanctum of Dust...My 'ead? I have many...Clones are fun...By the way, Maggy, I finished the engine, no thanks to AMEN.

(Written underneath is in a bright yellow paint)
Greetings! Rick Brutal has returned! Huzzah!

[Lord Magtok]

As a member of that council, I'm sorry Marciano, but there is no way in hell you're getting on it. No amount of shiny baubles are going to change the fact that you're completely out of your mind, and people without a brain in their heads don't get a say in the government, it's as simple as that.

...Unless you're GLoG's representative, I mean.

[Hattish Thing]

That's possible!,Who's the current one?

[The Alexandrian]

Was that me? Because I wasn't seriously suggesting that, just saying his general idea was terrible.

Nah! We're cool. It's Marcy I'm after. Cosmic balance and all that. I underwrite all these terrible horror-ific deeds and then I do the universe a solid and that offsets all my EVIL! I'll be on Santa's nice list this year even if I'm a naughty girl when and where it counts!

[Lord Magtok]

That's possible!,Who's the current one?

She's an Exalted. Good luck.

[Hattish Thing]

I don't like you people...I'll kill the ugly ones first...

Eexalted! Hah! I'm not even human anymore really!

[Devixer]

You hear that, guys? He's gonna do all the work for us!

[Hattish Thing]

Clarissa...I won't kill you, you can't die...I'll lock you up...experiment...Grandfather always needs a test subject!

[ThirdEmperor]

Oh no. You try an lock up Clarissa an I'll have an army stomping your door down then stomping on your face!

[Hattish Thing]

Ah, the infamous Dave?

[ThirdEmperor]

Nope. I'm Day. An I got more science in my little pinky than you could buy with your entire fortune!

[Hattish Thing]

I'm literally made of science!

[Lady Serpentine]

Nah! We're cool. It's Marcy I'm after. Cosmic balance and all that. I underwrite all these terrible horror-ific deeds and then I do the universe a solid and that offsets all my EVIL! I'll be on Santa's nice list this year even if I'm a naughty girl when and where it counts!

Ah, good. And given my nature, I can certainly understand having to try to balance things out.

Though I'm afraid that this 'Santa' you're referring to is not an entity or group I'm familiar with?

[Hattish Thing]

You know, it saddens me...You all hate me, yet all I want is money and power...it can't be hard!

Little siege group, I have a cult of destruction, SCIENCE, and the power of amazing technology on my home turf...you're mine...So, unless you want me to go all angry, I suggest you just kinda say you're sorry and agree I am awesome!

[The Alexandrian]

What's up, Day? How've you been?

You're cordially invited to club this meanie's face in! Me and a team of people united against Marcy are at the Black Dragon's Den sipping martinis and colas and just generally readying ourselves to kick Marcy's door in and give him a boot to the head! It isn't too late to join in the festivities!

And Santa is this fat guy who squeezes down chimneys at night on Christmas Eve and leaves everyone presents to unwrap the next day! He's like a cheap knockoff of Mario from Nintendo video games! Or is it the other way around? Anyway, he exists every now and again, but not all the time!