Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-8267955-20150512034226

"Does every meeting end up like this?" Loys asked as he rubbed the spot on his head where a chair had hit him, while sharing the couch with a half-asleep Ziggy. It all had escalated quite quickly starting with some game of one-upping, then somehow everyone started comparing their destinies again, then that soldier, then that Yank, a pirate , and a ballerina threatening to throw herself to fire place started yelling at each other. He didn't want to join in with the game of one-upping in the first place since his death wasn't so special, he just dies after exhaustion which was quite anti-climatic compared to everyone else. He was thankful enough that it wasn't as gruesome, or that he was brought back to life to suffer a worst fate.

"Well, normally, there'd be the occasional food fight but other than that, it's another normal meeting here in the dead epics." Ziggy replied sleepily on his side. He was probably half-asleep for majority of the argument but it was all too familiar to him. "What would you expect, Loys? Everyone's angry that we all ended up with this destiny, aren't you too?" he added as he rose up into a sitting position. Ziggy was angry at first, when he found out that he had to die a couple of years ago. Heck, he threw a chair out the window ,nearly burned his castle down, and threw an axe at his father's prized Deer Head. "You've actually been taking this really well, better than most of us did." Ziggy yawned as he leaned to the back of the couch.