The Last Poster Wins! [v8]

[Sonic20]

Random Troll: BUT what IF it-

Sssshhhh. Grown-ups are talking.

Random Troll: T_T

[Wander]

Ohh, and who's this cute little fella? *tries to pat Sonic, but his hand passes right through Sonic's body*

don't touch him I:

Aw, okay.

[Sir Sivelos]

Oh Hoji, you so random.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

...There isn't a 'Demonic' language, Silvy. Galligath's got a sense of humor, though, to pull your leg that far. Tell me: Have you seen anyone speak it? I haven't seen one writing in this 'demonic script.' My brief time in the Netherworlds proved Demons just copied English.

...Hello, S2! Hello, Swerve! How's it going!

[Sir Sivelos]

I don't know, I saw the Demons in the Demon World (the one ruled by the Sovereign) speaking SOME sort of language. The ones in the upper castes spoke English, but eh...

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

Unknown Language is unknown Language-you don't know what it is. It could have been something like Spanish or-

Captain: We've arrieved at the Den, sir!

...Already? Well, that was quick.

[Sir Sivelos]

I know. I just called it Demon Language because it was a language the demons were using. ANYWAY ONTO THE DEN

[Metal Gear Snivy]

So, uh... *whistles awkwardly and horribly as he slips a rectangle in Sirvelos' pocket*

[Sir Sivelos]

What did you do. *inspects rectangle*

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

JOIN OUR CAUSE MGS WE HAVE MANY COOKIES.

...But anyways.

*Descio's Den is basically a floating gang satellite that an influential mob member once managed to get. It's been abandoned when the threats of missiles were abundantly clear, and now nothing alive is left in there. Barring whatever's causing Elder-Soul like power flux. The Satellite is small and can be salvaged for some mid-class scrap, but is otherwise useless to your faction. You've parked in the air-docks. According to the Satellite's control panel, all systems are normal, apart from the energy flux from an unknown source.*