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Last round was a Double Trouble round, a fierce Pursuer and the fraud, Artful. The duo was hard to survive against, being a combo of a rusher and trapper.
Saying that the Civilians were tired is a huge understatement. They barely even got away, let alone scott-free. Most of them are really tired, only some have energy left.
Here is what they are currently doing. Caretaker — patching up Adrenaline's arm Punch — throwing hands to Block, but not because they're arguing, because he wants to practice Block — blocking each one of Punch's throws, giving him some tips every now and then Adrenaline — sitting down on an old chair, waiting patiently for Caretaker to finish bandaging. Dash — lapping around the room, panting heavily. He has been doing this for the past 30 minutes. Cloak — nowhere to bee seen, likely invisible and ready to scare another. Hotdog — eating a hotdog at a table in the stage room, alone inside the big space. BonusPad — in her own room, and judging by the various clanks and clicks she's constructing another one of het speed pads. Taunt — also in his room, but he's blasting music while singing along poorly. Revolver — also in his room, but sleeping and snoring loudly. Loveshot — cuddling with CarePad in the main room. CarePad —
cuddling with Loveshot, cheeks dusted rosy. BananaPeel — wathcing Loveshot and CarePad, thinking they look stupid.
Last round was a Double Trouble round, a fierce Pursuer and the fraud, Artful. The duo was hard to survive against, being a combo of a rusher and trapper.
Saying that the Civilians were tired is a huge understatement. They barely even got away, let alone scott-free. Most of them are really tired, only some have energy left.
Here is what they are currently doing. Caretaker — patching up Adrenaline's arm Punch — throwing hands to Block, but not because they're arguing, because he wants to practice Block — blocking each one of Punch's throws, giving him some tips every now and then Adrenaline — sitting down on an old chair, waiting patiently for Caretaker to finish bandaging. Dash — lapping around the room, panting heavily. He has been doing this for the past 30 minutes. Cloak — nowhere to bee seen, likely invisible and ready to scare another. Hotdog — eating a hotdog at a table in the stage room, alone inside the big space. BonusPad — in her own room, and judging by the various clanks and clicks she's constructing another one of het speed pads. Taunt — also in his room, but he's blasting music while singing along poorly. Revolver — also in his room, but sleeping and snoring loudly. Loveshot — cuddling with CarePad in the main room. CarePad —
cuddling with Loveshot, cheeks dusted rosy. BananaPeel — wathcing Loveshot and CarePad, thinking they look stupid.