15th metal . private messages

[godsays]

[ Private to Chris ]

Do I have to kill him?

[ Guess who just woke up and saw the kerfuffle. Zero to rage in thirty-one seconds. ]

[ Private to Cassel ]

Are you well enough to make metals? Because if so, I'm going to ask for pewter, iron and steel.

If not...

[ He doesn't finish that. ]

Comments

[Private]

[godsays]

No.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

You want to look for the prick responsible?

You're looking at him right the fuck now.

And I can't fucking trust my own fucking judgement right now, so you need to fucking listen to whatever the fuck Cassel tells you when he wakes up because he knows more than us two morons combined.

[Private]

[godsays]

I can't promise I'll listen to him either.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

You're a fucking stupid prick, Zane. And I'm willing to forgive you for it because I'm an even stupider fucking prick.

[Private]

[godsays]

Of course you are. But words are just words.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Cassel says no, Zane.

[Private]

[godsays]

[ An angry sound, and he hangs up. ]