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[hasturtheunspeakable]

Well, hey, there, everyone. Have a very bored-looking glowy-eyed man Criminy, Hastur, get over yourself.

"By the Thirteen Testicles of Yog-Sothoth, I'm bored. Nothing to fight and, last I checked, that was why I was summoned here. Ah well, guess I'll make my own entertainment."

Oh, that's never a good thing.

"So. I'll ask you folks two questions. I'll even go easy on you with them this time."

"Question number one. Who am I? I know who I am, I want to know if you know who I am. Here. I'll even give you a hint."

And he flashes the screen with a symbol that looks like this:



"Or, if you don't want to answer that, then tell me, please, is there anyone in this war that's over the age of nineteen? The airwaves are positively rife with adolescent screeching. I'm no moral pillar, but really. Will we get any fighting done when the majority of the heroes are still petrified of pimples?"


((OOC: Feel free to have your character know who this douchebaggy little Eldritch motherfucker is if you figure it's canonically doable for you. He's known in zillions of worlds through myth or literature or contact and has countless names. You can even make up a name for him if you like! :D

Permission post for questions or comments lives here. ))

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[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

[ACTION; A SMALL EMPTY COURTYARD IN THE DEEPS]

*A little bit of asking around and some light alteration later, there's now a primitive hoop attached to a wall surrounding a courtyard in the Deeps. Unfortunately for Terry, there weren't any real BASKETBALLS per se, but he seems to have tracked down something that's a relatively close equivalent. It doesn't have the same feel, but any port in a storm.

He tests it to make sure it's attached firmly, then nods.*

Perfect.

[VIDEO]

*And now here he is, standing in front of it.*

Hey, anybody up for a game? Or, hell, I know some of you are from different times and places, so I can always teach you if you don't know the rules.