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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

i need someone to give me the low down
a little explanation as to why i got robbed and kidnapped
and why i have a phone full of contacts
access to this really shitty looking a/v chat
im a hungry mind yearning for knowledge
undulating in wait for a savage assault on my tender think pan
but as much as i want out of this retarded looking shithole
i dont think i quite have the cash for it
so along with my unquestionably insatiable desire for throbbing enlightenment
i may need one of you weirdos to lend me like 500 bucks
alright peace
ps: thanks for not raping me

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[witchless.livejournal.com]

An hour every night. [Another Agi and the Visceral Maya falls over]

Though you can't get in alone.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I'm tired of grinding this kind of thing alone, anyway.

[Dave, glancing over his shoulder, swung and took out yet another Dancing Hand. Up front, one of the Crying Tables was approaching.]

[witchless.livejournal.com]

Good.

[She'll shoot at the Crying Table.]

It's much safer this way. I have acquaintances I go in with most nights.

You can join us.

[j3gus.livejournal.com]

Cool. [Rushing to the side of the Crying Table just to save time after Homura damaged it, Dave sliced through it and finished it.]

Do they have names that I can turn into awful puns to lighten the mood from time to time?

[witchless.livejournal.com]

[Good, this teamwork thing works wonderfully!

She'll shoot an Agi at a Dancing Hand- instantly k.o. it.]

Their names are Sayaka, Kyouko and Madoka.