part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[tourkokratia]

[starts backing away]

No! I don't wanna.

[you're angry again, and the last time he was around when you were angry didn't work out so awesome for him]

[he'll be running into your arms when you are calmer]

[osmaniac]

Ya gotta, it's a full-out war going on right now!

[he thinks it's a miracle or your well-practiced stealth skills that got you alive so far]

[crouches down]

What weapon did you end up with?

[tourkokratia]

[still keeping a bit of distance from you, but retrieves his cyanide to show you]

I think it's this cause everything else is food.

[well, except for the compass and map, but shouldn't put it pass him to try and eat those too]

Did you get something...?

[osmaniac]

[takes the bottle and examines it]

...Poison?

[frowns, that's useless without arrows]

Yeah, I got this portable cannon.

[reaches for his bag and reveals his bazooka]

[tourkokratia]

[stares at it]

[it is better than his weapon]

Wanna trade?

[osmaniac]

[it's bigger than you are...]

Tell ya what, ya help me with loadin up mine instead.

[hasn't gotten a chance to blow up something]

[tourkokratia]

Okay...

[puts his poison away for later]

Didja kill anybody yet...?

[osmaniac]

Close, but not yet. But with yer help, we could take out the Hapsburg kids and the animals while I'm dealin with the rest.

...Ya seem pretty calm about this.

[tourkokratia]

I played before, but I died...

[not exaggerating this time, he really did die]

But then I got alive again!

[and blissfully forgot all the horror and trauma he experienced]

[osmaniac]

[he recalls you telling him so before, but he had maintained that it was all just one of those nightmares of yours]

This time ya won't die, so ya won't have to play again.

[God can test him, but not like this]

Got any idea who else is around?

[tourkokratia]

[shakes his head]

I was too busy hidi-- I mean... I was planning attacks.

[totally]

[osmaniac]

I see.

Spain and his stuckup husband are here. I suspect their Italian bastards and Holy Rome are around too.

I want you to get rid of em.

[all is allowed in war. especially in one where only one is supposed to be left standing]

[tourkokratia]

Even Romano...?

Even Spain???

[he's not exactly happy about all the killing suddenly put on his hands]

But they're my allies...

[osmaniac]

Spain is our enemy!

...Ya know, the young one with the ponytail.

[tourkokratia]

[oh]

Okay, I can kill that Spain.

[osmaniac]

That's a good boy!

Now, fetch me a rocket from my bag.

[tourkokratia]

Okay!

[goes and dives in your bag]

...

[looks up at you]

What's a rocket?

[osmaniac]

They're like cannonballs, only pointy.

[it's written on them and he found out that they're explosive, so that's what they must be]

I'm gonna huddle under blankets and squeeze my eyes shut until morning now ;3;/

[tourkokratia]

[picks up a rocket]

This??

[bringing it to you]

How does it work...?

sleep tight and feel much better! o/

[osmaniac]

[if it looks like a cannon... then it must be loaded like one]

[places the weapon onto his shoulder, crouching]

Try puttin in in the hole.

<3

[tourkokratia]

[they're a bit heavy, so he grunts as he lifts it up and tries to position it at the hole]

[shoves it in!]

Like that? Did it work? Can the cannon explode now?

[eyeballing the weapon intensely]

[osmaniac]

Good job. Now, a target...

[from up here he can spot a few landmarks. now, which one to aim at]

[while trying to figure out how this thing fires]

[tourkokratia]

How about that rock? I don't like it.

[it's a suspicious looking rock]

[osmaniac]

Someone might be hidin and tryin to snipe on us there, huh?

Awright, stay next to me!

[tourkokratia]

Okay...

[carefully goes behind you and huddles up close to your butt]

I'm ready!

[plugs his ears cause cannons are loud]