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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/24/2017 1:11:30 AM
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[i]"Depends. Do you want to black out?" [/i] [spoiler]You ever play Skyrim? Because of Val gets drunk, I'm going full [i]A Night To Remember[/i] on the situation. [/spoiler]
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"Yes."[spoiler]Nop[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It's pretty much just fantasy The Hangover. [/spoiler] [i]JT pulled out another five flasks because alcoholism and slid each to Valentine. [/i]
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[spoiler]Still dunno.[/spoiler][i]Valentine downed a second one, and was getting tipsy. A third one, and he started hallucinating, but instead of the normal hallucinations he got from schizophrenia, they were a hella lot stranger.[/i] "Eyy... this is pretty cool...."
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[spoiler]Just have him black out, I'll guide you along a small quest. You'll love this. [/spoiler] [i]JT just grinned, drinking from his own flask. [/i]
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[i]A third whiskey flask was downed. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. By that point, Valentine was drunker than the writer's dad on Saturday night.[/i] "Damn beetles eatin my drugs," [i]Valentine groaned.[/i]
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[i]JT grinned and pulled a sixth flask. Straight rum, no chaser, still cold from the flask's cold steel. He slid it to Valentine. [/i]
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[i]Valentine downed it, and proceeded to pass out.[/i]
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[i]Valentine awoke surrounded by rats, assorted jars of piss, and various strange looking dogs. He was in the streets of Dojoville, causing a traffic jam. [/i]
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[i]Valentine sat up slowly, his head pounding. He groaned, rubbing his temples, not even trying to remember what had happened before; he forgot a lot of stuff. He looked at the dogs, waving his hand at them, telling them to shoo.[/i] "别管我!" [i]He looked at the traffic jam, not knowing if he should just lie there and let himself be run over, or move out of the way.[/i]
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[i]Cars honked and people watched with curiosity, hell even a fireman was hosing down a burnt house a few meters away. [/i]
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[i]Valentine groaned, deciding to get up and stumble out of the way. He looked around, wondering what was going on; he was a little confused, but was of course used to that.[/i]
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[i]There was a ladder propped up against a nearby building, maybe it has some relation to the jars. [/i]
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[i]Valentine walked up to the ladder, gripped its rungs, and began climbing, rather unsteadily.[/i]
