Additional Player 5

My name is, we'll say, Laze-iness. Which one was which here again?

I don't know how else to say this, but laziness once ate 110 feet of hot dog in one sitting.

Wow, 110 feet. 110 feet of hot dog in one sitting. He's a hungry boy. With how chewed it was.

She's eating 110 feet of hot dog in one sec. You'll also know that he's incredibly sure of himself. Anytime you've battled together, he is smug, confident, maybe even brazenly overconfident in his abilities, but can also at times be cripplingly paranoid. And so just as quickly as you'll get along, and things will be going well, you might quickly turn and believe that you're out to get him.

Oh gosh! And then I'll save this one. Thank you.

My weapon of choice is the Silver Dragon Crescent Blade, which is just Guan Yu's weapon, but instead of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, it's... I think it's called a Guandao, but yeah, it's a glaive. That's pretty badass. Guandao, thank you. And my die move is the death of 110 hot dogs. Oh, did we mention our die moves yet? No, no, no, no. I'll give you my CMOs.

That is so fucking good, mate. Mine's the best. Mine's the best. They're not changing. It's death by 110 hot dogs.

What do you think, Lazy? Yeah, I'll take a little hit. I mean, not that stuff you keep on you, though. I don't know that if you maybe lace it with something. Even more, listen, I mean, the Emperor's dead on the...

And you also fade.

I would, knowing that the only reason we would be waking up is because imminent threats are upon us, I would awake, crackling, my muscles would come back online, I'd grab my crescent blade to my side, I'd roll back onto my feet,

and bending at the knees, I would leap out of the sarcophagus, attempt to plant my feet on, presumably they're up against walls, or very close to one, and I would leap as high as I could, place my feet against a section of wall, and then like swan dive down with my crescent blade out.

And I run up and just lunge out with my crescent blade, and I'll strike at one as well. Sure. Oh yeah, 20. Plus seven.

For athletics?

Yeah. Okay, good.

I know.

He's saying pass to your right.

That's what I'm saying. Mace has got it. Mace has got it.

As a whaleman, I look over at, I look over at Leto.

I look from the shattered pieces of the dropper on the ground. I look at the cuts in his hand where the milk with the poppies mix up this blood and blubber.

In the beginning, I would have probably still a little bit of hope. Maybe walk around, look through some things, really take a moment to kind of explore the tomb. Like maybe go to where the seal itself was. Look up, ensure it's intact.

I walk around. I walk past Sari and Artie, them and their tombs. They're sarcophagus. I step over Ladle, where I left him on the ground, covered in blood. He's snoring loudly. And smashed bits of gramophone. I mean, is there anything that stands out to me in the room in terms of... Like anything that would draw my attention.

Hmm.

I sit down at the presumably a game like chess, like a dueling board game. Yes. And I start to play against myself. I'll make a move and then go to the other seat and then make another move. And then play against myself.

No, this is good, too. This is good, too. I look over at Ladle on the ground. Smashed. The cuts of the milk of the poppy next to him. No, this is fine.

I look over at a ladle on the ground, the knife jutting out of him. No, I couldn't possibly, I couldn't possibly.

I chuck the ball at the wall, attempting to angle it so that when it bounces back, you make it, oh, I missed, and have it strike later on the ground. Make a dexterity check. Oh my god. If I can strike directly at the knife, that's preferable, but... I'll double twist it.

I've definitely gone off the rails a little bit.

I swim out from the oily grass. Curse my bloody blubbery poles!

As long as they're pointing at each other.

Natural one.

Get back to it, maybe another eight hours after another little break. We would study until we understood it. Let's roll for the... Do we not feel the need to sleep? Do we not feel the need to sleep?

16. And it's int?

I would set up the chessboard on the exact opposite end that came from the growing shit pile.