From the diary of RavingRabbid:
Day Huh.
Well, looks like Death won the war. May it be time to stop pretending to be dead and things and get out and assemble another team and start a rebellion and add more things to do.
*RavingRabbid starts moving Debris* Shiiiiiiiit, this crawler's heavy. *RavingRabbid finishes moving Debris*
Dear Diary, looks like Tiko is coming to save me.
"Tiko, you've come to rescue me! Thanks!"
"I was actually just passing by."
"Well that sucks. You could've at least pretended to be happy to see me. By the way, I entitle you my Lieutenant for the next oncoming War."
"That sucks, I hate War."
"Yay for mood, I guess."
- RavingRabbid brings Tiko to the pool.
"Ew, the last time I've been here there wasn't this naked baby in the water."
"I guess I can explain a few things."
"Who are you... er... wait... nevermind. SEVS! I BID THREE CARDS ON YOU!"
"I hate bids."
"And... anyways... how did you even get here?"
"The door was open."
"There is no door. Oh, wait. I guess that's why."
"Put a door in the vault, at least."
"The vault, let's start building it!"
"I hate vaults."
- RavingRabbid, Tiko and Sevs proceed to the vault
"Thar, Sevs. You are now in charge of managing vault."
"Start by putting a door."
"Never. I like breathing."
"I hate 18 cards vault limit."
- RavingRabbid, Tiko and Sevs pass through the scorched lands of Fire, the maccaroni coltivated Entropy countries, the various dimensions of the Aether possessions, the paradoxes of Time travel, an angry Warmaster, cloaked themselves through the Darkness domains.
Wait. AN ANGRY WARMASTER?
"RAVINGRABBID! DIDN'T YOU EVEN READ THE RULES?"
"The what?"
"Y'KNOW THE BIG BOOK WE SENT YOU?"
"I've been hiding under a dead toadfish for three months."
"I hate the way you smell."
"I definitely smell like fish. Anyways, I didn't get that book."
"I GOT IT TO YOU PERSONALLY!"
"Can you stop screaming?"
"Hey guys, what's happening?"
"Hey Kuro, you're hired. Now handle DDevans while he rages."
"Why me?"
"Because you're a nice person!"
"YOU WON'T ESCAPE ME! YOU NEED TO USE TWO MORE CARDS ON SEVS!"
"Dammit!"
"I need caffeine."
*hands Tiko a papersheet with caffeine written on it* "THAR! ALSO; SEVS I BID FIVE CARDS ON YOU! KURO; THREE CARDS!"
"HAHA!"
"WHAT?"
"Who's there!"
"Buy him. He set up a nice surprise assault."
"I appreciate this bid, kthxbye"
"Three cards on the assailant, two cards on the Warmaster."
"Oh, hello RR!"
"Spielkind! Why did you even try to cut my face off."
"Preparing for war."
"THAT'S THE SPIRIT."
- The fleet, without the warmaster, moves back to the pool.
*Chirp*
"YOU'RE HIRED! ONE CARD!"
"What!"
"He talks. He's a good player."
I announce you Round 1 has been posted. Finish your propagandas.
Let's see. Earth, Fire sucks, Entropy, Death, Darkness, Gen 10 men... F-
Let's complete propaganda, team.
*this really happened*
I hate propaganda
I hate war
I hate war, too.
I hate fire.
I hate planning for fire.
I hate planning for time.
I hate time. I hate 10 men.
(END OF PART 1)