Deadpool makes grabby hands as Jeff disappears. He immediately leaps up and stomps about, furious.
"I BLAME YOU, THRESHY!!! YOU DID THIS!!!"
(You can't just blame your BFF for every consequence you suffer for breaking the rules, buddy.)
"YES I CAN!!!" He pulls out his gun and shoots at the air.
(Oh hey, that's great, fire at the powers that be that specified you only arrive on the island with a robe and nothing else like weapons. See how well that goes for keeping said weapons.)
"Oh GODDAMMIT."
He's in full on tantrum mode now as his weapons inevitably disappear, but lest we godmode for the GM narration, which would be one helluva feat, we'll let that happen in the next reply. For now...
"I DIDN'T," he snaps, rounding on Kyle. Then he rubs his forehead. "Well, that didn't last long. How am I not good at being the guy who plays me in movies that come out a hundred years from now? That feels pretty ironic."
A thought occurs to him. "How am I supposed to defeat any zombies that come at us now?"
(Why did you have to say that out loud after just antagonizing those powers? Wait, do we even still have gin?)
"Pouches," he mutters, "My robe at least had pouches. And pouches give me the power of random shit."
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Deadpool makes grabby hands as Jeff disappears. He immediately leaps up and stomps about, furious.
"I BLAME YOU, THRESHY!!! YOU DID THIS!!!"
(You can't just blame your BFF for every consequence you suffer for breaking the rules, buddy.)
"YES I CAN!!!" He pulls out his gun and shoots at the air.
(Oh hey, that's great, fire at the powers that be that specified you only arrive on the island with a robe and nothing else like weapons. See how well that goes for keeping said weapons.)
"Oh GODDAMMIT."
He's in full on tantrum mode now as his weapons inevitably disappear, but lest we godmode for the GM narration, which would be one helluva feat, we'll let that happen in the next reply. For now...
"I DIDN'T," he snaps, rounding on Kyle. Then he rubs his forehead. "Well, that didn't last long. How am I not good at being the guy who plays me in movies that come out a hundred years from now? That feels pretty ironic."
A thought occurs to him. "How am I supposed to defeat any zombies that come at us now?"
(Why did you have to say that out loud after just antagonizing those powers? Wait, do we even still have gin?)
"Pouches," he mutters, "My robe at least had pouches. And pouches give me the power of random shit."