You’re starting to panic, all of your collective minds screaming. This is a lot to take in, and there’s a lot of questions flooding in. You shove away the intrusive thoughts that won’t help, trying to make sense of it all.

VOIDSY: Wh…what the fuck is that??? There’s a…some kind of syringe, and oh god, what’s happening oh god
WRETCH: i idk but i have one too
WRETCH: fuck man what the hell is goin on
MILLER: I have one also, but I don’t think it’s going to hurt us…it’s just…floating.
EASTWOOD: Some kind of threat, maybe? Creepy as shit.

VOIDSY: What does it do?
EASTWOOD: Don’t fucking touch it, that’s for sure.
EASTWOOD: Like Miller said, it doesn’t seem to be…hostile, by itself.
EASTWOOD: Let’s play it safe. Wax is in the game now, and he has to know.

VOIDSY: None of you made it…right?
MILLER: Heck no!
WRETCH: nah thatd be stupid as fuck
VOIDSY: Then…it had to be Spit.
EASTWOOD: That’s my best guess. Seems like a deliberate attempt to get Wax in the game…shit.
EASTWOOD: That’s a dirty but really effective move on her part, which is going to suck for us.
EASTWOOD: Instead of a 4v1 situation, we’re 4v2.
MILLER: And….none of us have ever won a game before…
MILLER: We’re against the two best players!! Wax made the game!!
WRETCH: welp we’re fucked
EASTWOOD: We can’t just give up. This fucking sucks, but we do still have numbers. I highly doubt Wax even wants to work with her, but he’s gotta as per the rules.