VOIDSY: Hey. We wish we could say it’s a pleasure to meet you, administrator…
WAX: yeah. I understand.
WAX: these aren’t very good circumstances for that.
VOIDSY: Our name is Void, Voidsy to friends. We’d like to think of ourselves as decently competent, and we need to talk.
WAX: well, now’s your chance.
WAX: talk away.
VOIDSY: First things first…are you safe?

He laughs, loud and without any joy to it.

WAX: I forget that you collectives don’t know much about us.
WAX: yes, i am safe.
WAX: Rein has reported in on Spit recently, and it’d be impossible to get here without me noticing.
VOIDSY: How can you be sure? We asked our teammates to be careful but-
WAX: Void, I’m the size of a mountain.
WAX: I live in a mountain.
WAX: Rein….says it has things handled. I would like to believe it.
WAX: no one will be getting hurt outside of the game.

WAX: tell me about your experience with Spit.
VOIDSY: Well, we’ve interacted with Spit only once, and it was the single most unpleasant experience we’ve had as a collective.
WAX: fair warning ahead of time: if that alone was unpleasant, then this is going to suck.
WAX: she goes out of her way to make everyone around her uncomfortable at best and reduced to nothing at worst.
WAX: even if you do manage to win this, you’ll have to deal with that on the way.
VOIDSY: We underestimated how awful she was, and…well…flirted with her.

His face turns to complete disgust.

VOIDSY: It was kind of our default mode of interaction, and it bit us in the ass.
VOIDSY: We learned our lesson the hard way.
WAX: I’ll…keep any comments I have on that to myself.
WAX: like you said, you didn’t realize the depths of her cruelty.
WAX: at least, I’m going to try and believe that instead of the alternative.

He shudders.

WAX: the idea of anyone being attracted to her makes my skin crawl.