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[vengeance_driven]

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Look, I still want to go for peace on this. I don't want to attack these people, they have lost a whole fucking world of shit already. So I am going to ask for something.

I want a story from your past. Something I can share, something that makes you you. Stories were important to them. Past experiences were important to them. It shouldn't give away anything on the ship, just something that is important to the past. Your past. If there is art you can do, a particular talent, something that is creative, give me this. A picture. A recording.

If you're not interested in avoiding a fight, just go do whatever. Lick on a gun barrel for twenty minutes. Warning, they taste bad. But for the ones that want to try? Do me this favor. Avoiding a repeat of Cadacus Primary is why I asked for this job in the first place.

[He'll... try to avoid arranged marriages this time.]

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[saveyourserpent]

[Let it be known (like it isn't already) that the last thing Liquid wants to do is avoid a fight. But there's no fun in a fight he'll barely get to participate in.

And hey, maybe he wants to tell a story, even if his throat hurts and his stomach hurts and he keeps coughing and his voice is weaker than it'd normally be and occasionally he sounds like he's dying.]

A long long time ago, in a time called 'the nineteen eighties', I met my best friend. I was twelve, and I'd never had a best friend before, so it was certainly a bit of a surprise. Actually, I'd never really had a friend before, now that I think about it, but when you're so busy being in charge of things, that sort of thing goes to the wayside. Had a whole army, but none of them were exactly friend material. Never felt like I could trust them, anyway.

Anyway. We both ended up having a bit of a similar goal, although he really got the idea from me. Well, mostly. There's a lot of complicated stuff about all that I learned later, but at the time, things were easy enough. We went on a nice joyride.

Didn't go so well in the end, but you know what? We tried. Turns out a couple of kids and a giant tank still aren't exactly the solution to patricide, but oh well. Meet someone suddenly. Try to kill your father. Forge a friendship to last a lifetime. Named my dog after him, actually. My friend, not my father.

[That was more of a short ramble than a story but Liquid doesn't care. He's sick.]

[vengeance_driven]

[Liquid sounds like he's going to die. Someone needs to bring this man some chicken soup and ginger ale or something, damn.]

Did you and your friend stay friends?

...Man, do you need something to feel better? You sound like you have the plague, friend.

[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid's not going to die! That's what this is for!]

We did. Parted ways after a bit, but we met up again in the end.

...For a while, anyway.

[He's quiet for a moment, and then he laughs, which almost turns into a coughing fit.]

No, this is the thing that's supposed to stop me from having the plague. I'll be alright.

[vengeance_driven]

Like a flu shot?

What is it you're worried about?

[saveyourserpent]

Something like a flu shot, but instead of the flu, it's something much, much worse.

[That's helpful.]

It's nothing you've got to worry about. It's something... mostly unique to my situation.

[vengeance_driven]

You need some tea or something, man. You could definitely use the relaxation.

Hell of a time for this to be happening.

[saveyourserpent]

...Maybe. Maybe.

I know. I should be all over everything that's going on and instead I want to sit around and die. Well, not really, but you get what I mean.