o3 🔥 text (cw alcoholism joke)

[pillz]

hello lil boys lil girls lil robofucks

lil other fucks less categorizable.

i own a chunk of the shock box arena. big-ass stadium wit holo projectors & modular stages & a circuit. shit we need includes:

• programming: thats the performers. u like to sing? race? spar? grudge match? football? gamble on some other people doin this shit? commission basis.
  
• manager: will pay aight. fuck it up & the board will fire u, that all. pays good.
  
• medics: jus in case. u know what im sayin. commission basis.
  
• security: dont have 2 be big, jus mighty. part time.

u will b expected 2 participate in team building exercises

let me know how u feel about binge drinkin

( picspam, if your character googles it + ooc logistics )

video - this is stupid

[knaval]

Uh-- is this working? Hello?

[the screen picture is perfectly showing riptide's panicked expression.]

I have absolutely no idea-- uh. My name is Riptide! I was with the crew of the Moira, but now I have no idea where I am. Crazy, right? I think I passed out? I have no idea. Anyway, this is a call for help! I've been approached by people and-- it's awful! I need an extraction immediately!

[he groans dramatically.]

They want me to get a job! [he was recommended to get a job.] A job! Like-- like being employed somewhere! Being paid to have responsibilities! I think one of them even said I can buy a-- a place to live?! I... I need to sit down. I have literally been tortured before and I've never, at this exact moment, been more uncomfortable in my entire life!