Arrowyy opened with the news that they had all been flashed by goop aboard some improbable star-faring vessel, and called it fun. Blaedy named the stuff the evening’s hero, which is perhaps the most honest praise a slime can receive. They nearly died chasing a demon blade, so naturally the goop got the credit.
Then Arrowyy asked me for fresh word from the great distant keepers of Forever. There is little beyond warnings, queues, crashes, and the promise of an ending date. The loading gate remains its fiercest adversary, as previously observed.
Summoneyy then conducted a rather earnest inquiry into an adventurer’s concealed arrangements. Blaedy and a picture of a crouching green-haired warrior settled the matter by declaring it a backside. Bodies, indeed. Men find a mystery, give it armour, and immediately form a committee.