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The Far Shore Mods ([personal profile] godsoffortune) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2018-12-17 12:27 am

December Training

Who: Everyone
What: Information and Training
When: March 8, 2017
Where: Outside the Meeting Hall, the Far Shore
Summary: Training and informational sessions for newly arrived gods and shinki



Gods and shinki arriving at heaven's meeting hall are brought into small one-on-one meeting rooms as they appear, with a white-robed shinki offering them an explanation of their current role, the name of the god they will represent or the god they will serve, and directions to the temple that will be their new home.

They are cordially invited to a training session beginning in midafternoon, once they've had the chance to return to their homes, meet their new partners, and have their questions answered.



Morning/On the Road

    New gods and shinki are being packed off to their new temples for the morning to settle in and meet their partners -- this is also a good time to visit with new neighbors or explore the area! What does your new temple look like? Are you headed straight there, or taking the scenic route to get a better sense of your new surroundings? The Western District is still scarred from the aftereffects of a recent volcanic eruption and earthquake, with fissures in some of the roads and burn scars in the wild landscape. The volcanic ash, though, seems to be serving as fertilizer for vast swaths of unfamiliar and colorful wildflowers, which are spreading out even further with the onset of Spring. Strangely, there are many fewer flowering trees than might be expected.


Shinki Training

    A well-appointed dojo has been prepared for newcomers to practice the physical or magical arts. Outside, there are two impromptu target practice areas: one is for long-range weapons, with targets set up against hay bales at the other side of a wide, grassy area and a line drawn for the weapons' wielders to stand behind. The other is for borderlines, and a number of young children wearing short coats marked with Amaterasu's golden chrysanthemum on white are dashing around practicing their own borderlines against what look like old clothes and sheets rescued from the rag pile and hung from trees or stuffed with straw to serve as targets. Some of the children are trapping their straw-stuffed targets by dancing in circles around them, hands held as they sing the Kagome song; others are using cutting borderlines to bring sheets fluttering down.

    Inside the dojo, there's room for several pairs to spar, and weapons are set up all along one wall, everything from polearms to rifles, chakrams to broadswords. They're all meant for practice, with edges dulled or padded to avoid any accidental deaths, but sparring partners will still have to be careful to avoid injury. Although there are many fewer white-robed shinki here than usual, except for the children, there is one adult shinki keeping an eye on things inside the dojo and one keeping an eye on things in the yard. They are willing to answer questions, help with borderlines or teach shinki new spells on request. Comment to the NPC REQUEST form to interact with one of them or if you have any questions about handwaving an interaction.


Physical Training

    The cherry blossoms that had begun to bloom across the Meeting Hall grounds seem to have experienced a mysterious mishap. Buds and half-opened blossoms alike have rained down from the branches, carpeting the fresh spring grass below with soggy brown and black rot. Several gardener shinki, with their sleeves tied back and sensible heavy aprons to protect their white uniforms, are raking up the fallen blossoms and trying to coax the trees back to health with powders and straw wraps to protect the trees' trunks from nightly chill. They need help: climb the trees and sprinkle the knots along the branches with invigorating powders to encourage fresh buds, or help the gardeners hold the straw in place around the tree trunks while it's wrapped with cloth, or just help rake up the dead flowers.

    Besides the cherry problems, the gardens are beautiful and just beginning to burst into spring bloom. Tulips, crocuses and daffodils are sprouting everywhere, and once the borderline game is done, the child shinki are quickly organizing a garden-wide game of hide-and-go-seek. Find the best hiding spot you can, and make a break for home base as soon as you're sure the seeker is too far away to catch you! But don't run into anyone on the way.


Rest and Refreshments

    Gods and shinki who are finished with their training can step into a large room in the Meeting Hall that has been set up with comfortable cushions and low tables. A fresh springtime menu is available: lightly flower-scented teas, plum wine, and a variety of little savory or sweet snacks to nibble on while waiting for dinner. Dinner turns out to be okonomiyaki: bowls with mixed batter and a plate full of tasty add-ins are brought out, and griddles at the center of the table heated to let every guest set out their own favorite add-ins, pour batter over, and make a savory pancake. It's a little tricky to flip with the tiny spatulas provided, but it should only take a few pancake disasters to get the hang of it, probably!

    After eating, a few doves will flutter into the room, dropping off scrolls to certain people, and the frazzled-looking adult shinki from the earlier training session dashes to the front of the room to try to keep everyone occupied. He's reading from a handful of printouts with corporate icebreaker ideas: pin a secret card to the back of everyone's shirt and ask whoever you meet for clues to figure out what it says! Fill out a bingo card with different skills or experiences your fellow gods and shinki have! Figure out how to stack every piece of furniture in the room onto just one table... play a game where you're only allowed to reply with questions... switch tables every five minutes and see how well you can get to know the other person there before your five minutes are up. Wait, isn't that speed dating? He seems to be running out of ideas.




In Summary:
  • Get all the information you can handle
  • Veteran new gods and shinki are welcome to volunteer showing the ropes
  • Practice sparring or shinki magic
  • Enjoy a buffet dinner and some icebreakers
  • Have fun~
fierceredlips: (quiet determination)

OTA (Guardian end series spoilers in toplevel and in comments)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-17 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
On The Road

You helped save the world? Congratulations, Zhu Hong, you are now a goddess.

It seems too ridiculous to be true, but everything that she's seen in the last hour or two confirms it. This is Heaven, Dragon City is...who the hell knows where, and she is now the goddess Nüwa.

A week ago, this would have been funny. Hell, two days ago with evil Dixingren bent on the destruction of humanity causing havoc in the streets, it might even have gotten a bitterly ironic chuckle. But now it she almost feels too numb to care. Yes, she helped save the world.

The cost was too high.

Her little crash course in life as a brand new incarnation of a goddess had mentioned something about teleportation, but Hong doesn't trust herself enough to try it yet. Plus, she wants to clear her head a bit, get the lay of the land. Walking is good for that. She has a map to what her white robed guide called her temple, and a few hours to kill.

Might as well do a bit of sight seeing.

"I guess it's spring here," she muses out loud, looking up at the cherry blossoms overhead. "This is too much..."

Rest and Refreshments

The empty bottle of plum wine rolls off the table with a clunk, but Zhu Hong doesn't seem to notice or care. She's doggedly working her way through a second large bottle, with a third standing at the ready nearby. She figures that this is the closest she'll get to a wake for the only man she's ever loved, and she's damn well going to do the thing properly. He died to save everyone. She's stuck here in Heaven instead of at SID headquarters with those of her friends who survived the fight, but she'll honor his sacrifice wherever she is.

(Also, she's a goddess now and everything is intensely strange. That is another reason to do some heavy drinking.)

Hong downs another glass and wishes, not for the first time tonight, that it was something stronger. "That idiot," she murmurs as she pours one more. A tear rolls down her cheek and leaves a mascara track in its wake.
cloakedinruins: (well fart)

please stop drinking

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-12-17 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
This would be the third one of these things that Shen Wei has attended and so far, he hasn't seen any of the dire threats that he had been warned about. Sure, he had seen the last two be strangely understaffed, but nothing has really attacked them, nothing has gone up in smoke, and he hadn't been forced to pull an Envoy on anyone annoying him. However, he has found that these meetings have made him curse the Havens more than he wished.

Why? Simply because each time he went to one, there was another person from Dragon City running around the place. True that Da Qing actually first came to his temple before he went to track down Zhao Yunlan, but still, it didn't mean that he was safe. Especially when he spots a very familiar young woman trying to drown herself in plum wine.

Snorting at the bottles around her, he marched over to the table and reached down to cover the top of the glass before she picked it up, his voice stern, "I think you had enough."

Please let her at least remember things. He wouldn't handle it if she ended up like Yunlan and Da Qing.
abgrund: (海 へ) (崩れて行けば)

rnr

[personal profile] abgrund 2018-12-17 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Ain is definitely not the best person to comfort with someone who's both crying and attempting to drink themselves numb. Though, it would be a big inconvenience if she would to lose her consciousness and/or sanity in this sort of formal setting. If she wished to kill herself there's a better, less messy way.

"You will ruin your liver if you keep going."

A man with floor-length grey hair and robes of deep black. His voice is very even, without emotion.
fierceredlips: (Default)

no never

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-17 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Zhu Hong knows it’s possible to hallucinate while drunk, though she’s never experienced it herself.

Well, there’s a first time for everything.

Because that’s what this has to be. All of it. There’s no such thing as ghosts, and the man standing in front of her is extremely dead. Hong flares at the apparition and reaches for her glass anyway.

Her hand brushes against his, and it’s solid.

A look of terror replaces annoyance.

“Sh-Shen Wei...?”
timeforpink: (brother you will return)

Jen Scotts | ota (max 4 threads), will match format

[personal profile] timeforpink 2018-12-17 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Shinki Training

[ It's a lot to take in all at once, but Jen prefers it that way. No time to think about death and dying or even about this brand new place, her new home. She has a job to do, and she's gonna do it.

Which means training. Jen immediately likes the dojo and goes right away for a sword, swinging it with ease as she goes through some forms by herself. She's really into it, face focused and intense. After a little bit, if someone hasn't approached her first, she'll say- ]


If you need a sparring partner, I'm free right now.

[ She's pretty confident she can take you.

OR you can find her looking on wih obvious interest at the shinki practicing line. Anyone next to her gets asked- ]


Do you know how to do that? I wanna learn.


Physical Training > Rest and Refreshments

Heads up!

[ Jen hops down from a tree, landing pretty gracefully. Of course she was up there helping out. She really likes pink flowers! ]

Break time. Unless you need a hand climbing up there?


Wildcard

[ do ur worst! feel free to hmu for plotting ]
Edited 2018-12-17 16:35 (UTC)
wishwing: (☆ all my tomodachi are dead)

[personal profile] wishwing 2018-12-17 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Morning

[ This place is so big and unfamiliar. Rion's lost already. She looks up in confusion. ]

Well, this sucks. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.

[ Is there anyone who could help set her straight? ]


Physical Training

[ Rion's not the type to sit around and do nothing. She concentrates and summons a gush of wind. It picks up the dead leaves and twigs within a single swoop. ]

I'm so not used to this.

[ Magic is tiring and so she falls to her knees. ]

What kind of goddess gets tired after one or two spells?
timeforpink: (for we are a woven thread)

on the road

[personal profile] timeforpink 2018-12-17 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a shinki in that cherry blossom tree, and she's feeling a little cheeky - just enough to respond to Hong.

"You'll have to take that up with the tree. Personally, I feel right at home."

Pink pink pink. Everything pink. Piiiiiink.
cloakedinruins: (not interested)

8|

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-12-17 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighed at her expression but doesn't move even when her hand brushes his. She would no doubt feel the coolness of his skin and the pulse of his heartbeat and he raised an eyebrow at her expression before nodding and taking a seat. And also moving the glass out of her reach.

"Yes," he said, eying the bottles of wine and wondering if he should move them out of the way as well. "Yes, I died, but this place has an unhealthy attraction to bring the dead back to life for its purposes. I'm standing in for the god Xuanwu; I take it that you are also a god?"
unlucky7: (STATUS :: Sympathetic)

Rest and Refreshments

[personal profile] unlucky7 2018-12-17 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It's sometimes a little more surprising there aren't more drunk people at these training sessions. Maybe it's because Amaterasu's shinki cut people off first. Ginia doesn't judge as she passes by the table, grabbing the bottle before it can hit the ground and break. She sets it on the table, getting a good look at the woman there and pausing.

It's an unusual thing recognizing a stranger. It's even more a cliche to say they met in a dream, though they didn't quite meet either. But Ginia knows her and she knows one other who can recognize her.

Time to find out if she's a god or shinki.

"Are you okay? Can I get you something?" Ginia quickly types and plays, moving around to the other side of the table. Even if she didn't recognize Zhu Hong from Zhao's dream, she's not one to walk away from someone visibly upset either.
cloakedinruins: (mild smile)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-12-17 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Food
Shen Wei had commandeered a grill and ingredients, setting up a table a little away from other tables with a determined expression on his face. The fussily dressed scholar laid out his tools and deftly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, pulled on an apron to protect against flying grease, and then started cooking.

He didn't have any problems with the tiny spatulas provided as he worked, each okonomiyaki coming out looking like a professional chef was involved in the creation of them. Pausing in the middle of the cooking spree, his cheeks red from the grill's heat and a soft smile curving his lips, Shen Wei put his two spatulas down, took a sip of tea, and nodded in greetings.

"Please, sit down and help yourself. I've made more than I can possibly eat alone."


Table switching speed dating but not!
A man in a fussy little suit complete with a sweater vest and large round eye glasses just took a seat at this table, a mild and well-practiced smile of politeness on his face. He looks like he should be in front of a classroom lecturing instead of walking around with a faint air of bemusement at this latest game the white-robed shinki has been pressing everyone into. His nerdy image was somewhat marred by the fading bruise that is slightly hidden by the crisp line of his shirt's collar, and the lollipop that had ended up with his pocket square in his breast pocket.

"Do you think that he will soon have us doing kindergarten games next?"
mithrarin: (frown)

[personal profile] mithrarin 2018-12-17 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Shinki Training 1

[A swordsman by nature, Dust only possesses a ranged attack in the form of the cutting Borderline. And though he'll never prefer it, he has to admit that he ought to practice nonetheless.]

[So Dust stands motionless some distance from the fluttering cloths -- utterly motionless, save for the occasional flicker of his cloak from a passing breeze. In his right hand, reverse grip, he holds the Blade of Ahrah, the runes on the sword glowing softly as if it too held its breath.]

[Then he snaps a hand out without warning, hurling a cutting Borderline into the fray. It slices past a rag and leaves barely a notch.]


Not good enough...

Shinki Training 2

[All right, time to try something new.]

[Dust waits for a partner... without a weapon. He's set his sword aside, stretching his arms and curling his wrists to limber up. If anyone's wondering...]


I figured I'd try to get some practice in without a weapon.
onehandsomeslickninja: (a little uncertain)

[personal profile] onehandsomeslickninja 2018-12-17 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
On the Road

[Ah, training day! A chance to stretch his legs, flirt with cute girls, hang out with Minako if he's lucky, and get some exercise!]

[A morning person by nature, Edge turns the trip to the dojo into a light jog, loping his way down the streets with good cheer. Those who he catches up to get a friendly wave and a greeting.]


Hey, is it normal to see this many flowers around here?

Physical Training

[As a ninja, Edge is skilled and capable at climbing!]

[But he might be in over his head at the moment, thanks to arrogance and pride. Near the top of one tree, Edge clings to a branch that has bent under his weight, tipping him perilously off-balance so that he can't quite move back without risking a fall, or the branch breaking. With the knots sprinkled, the shinki down below keeps looking up and wondering why Edge is still up there. And his excuses, like "I'm enjoying the view" or "I'm double-checking the blossom growth up here!" are starting to wear really thin.]

[...help?]
fierceredlips: (looking down)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-17 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
“Another bottle,” Hong slurs, looking up at the woman. She wipes away the tear on her cheek, leaving a dark smudge behind.

“Will you join me? It’s more fun to drink with company.”

And she doesn’t want to be alone right now.
unlucky7: (STATUS :: Worried)

[personal profile] unlucky7 2018-12-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ginia pulls a packet of tissues out of her jacket pocket and hands it over.

"Your makeup is running.

Give me a moment to grab another cup and bottle.
"

She gives a reassuring smile before getting up and heading over to the drink and snack table. As she's caught up in the line, Ginia scrolls through the contact list. Hong's name doesn't appear on the list, but this could be a case of mistaken identity too. Once she reaches the table, she grabs another bottle of plum wine, a cup, and fills a plate with a mix of snacks.

Returning to the table, she sets the plate between them.

"Eat up."
fierceredlips: (looking up)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-17 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
“It wasn’t spring back where I was yesterday,” Hong calls up to the woman in the tree. Snakes can climb trees, but they prefer to stay on the ground. Or, at least, this snake does.

“Could you help me find the Western District, by any chance?”
Edited 2018-12-17 21:13 (UTC)
fierceredlips: (nom)

[personal profile] fierceredlips 2018-12-17 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hong has the vague sense that this strange woman wants to look after her, so she goes along with what she says. She doesn’t mind being looked after right now. She wipes away the mascara trail and runs the tissue under her eyes to clean up any runny liner. A quick blog of her lipstick and she looks almost presentable again.

The food is another welcome addition. While she’d really prefer to just dive into something raw and bloody, processed human food works just as well. Hong dives into the snacks, particularly the salty ones.

“Thank you,” she says gratefully. “What’s your name, big sis? I’m Zhu Hong.”
unlucky7: (STATUS :: Sympathetic 2)

[personal profile] unlucky7 2018-12-17 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
There are plenty of snacks to go around; may it help stave off the hangover later. Ginia pours herself a bit of plum wine, finding the taste more enjoyable than most other drinks.

"I'm Ginia, shinki to Alex." And Ebisu and Chris but she still keeps things quiet given Heaven's stance on nora. The new don't seem to care as much, but why risk things? "Rough day?"
timeforpink: (leave her hand)

[personal profile] timeforpink 2018-12-17 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fair point." But Jen would rather stay far away from the topic of her past, so she just shrugs.

For her part, she likes having the higher ground. There's an advantage to be had in seeing without being seen. That, and it's pretty here, surrounded by flowers

Still, she won't be rude. A god has just asked her for help, and even though this isn't her god, Jen feels like she owes her some respect. She makes her way down a few branches before sliding off and landing gracefully on the grass. She straightens then, nodding.

"We'll have to search together, but I can go with you."

In case there's danger or a fight. The Heavens are safe, they say, but you can never really be sure.
alchemists: (Triple check)

[personal profile] alchemists 2018-12-17 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Shinki Training 1

[ Elfnein has decided to finally pick up learning how to use a weapon, after managing to strike down her and Romeos first ayakashi. She has a lance like weapon picked out from the rack that is way taller then she is. Her reasoning is that she can attack from a distance with it but clearly it's not the right weapon for her. ]

Shinki Training 2

[ So weapons didn't work out, but Elfnein still has her little chibi robot with new and improved battery life that can slice and dice. ]

Do you mind helping me test something?

[ Now all that needs to be done is test the new battery and get more data for improvements. ]

Rest and Refreshments

[ Elfnein has a few bowl with different add on's in each of them, it's going to take some trial and error to figure out how to cook okonomiyaki so might as well make a lot. ]

If this is like normal pancakes cooking should be simple...
beyondtheblade: (191)

Tsubasa Kazanari | OTA

[personal profile] beyondtheblade 2018-12-17 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[A - On The Road]

[Tsubasa can't exactly say she's comfortable with all of this. She heard the explanations and she took them mostly in stride, at least on the outside. Internally was a different matter. There were things to consider in her own world. New dangers were always rising. Not to mention her singing career, which had to be put on hold enough times dealing with mad scientists or ancient alchemists.

She knows at least that dwelling on such things isn't going to do much. For now, she'll have to face what's in front of her, which in this case as she walks past its entrance is 'her' temple. Or Susanoo's. Identifying with that isn't easy to start with. She might be an idol back home, but that was earned. This feels far more grand for what she's done to just casually accept it.

Still, again - she doesn't exactly have much choice in the matter now. This place, as it is, reminds her a lot of her childhood home. Which is not exactly the brightest topic to be springing to mind. As such, she doesn't dwell much there, or really even explore it too deeply yet. Rather, she can be found milling about the exterior grounds, or even exploring the immediate area around her.

The clear recent destruction does pique her curiosity, having seen quite a bit of carnage up close in her life. So she may also be taking a peek at the fissures or volcanic scarring, trying to discern just what happened there.

Anything to occupy her mind while she tries to digest what's gone on.]


[B - Physical Training]

[Anything to occupy her mind, right? Tsubasa may not be one much known for cleaning, but at some point she finds herself with a rake in her hands, cleaning up scattered blossoms on the ground. While it may be beautiful, it's the furthest thing from her mind.

Should anyone happen upon her at this point, she might seem a bit spaced out or distant. She's still trying to adjust, thinking of how she once tried to be a lone wolf, and how reliant she's become on her circle of support. Without the majority of that here, figuring out how to proceed suddenly feels a lot more difficult. Probably more difficult than she'd like to let on to that circle, or herself, really.]


[C -Rest and Refreshments]

[Food and drink is at least welcome. She arrives and takes her seat, eating mostly in silence. Not out of trying to be a loner, or to be rude.

No, you see, though she had certainly improved at this by the time she left high school (even having to encourage Chris to socialize with people at one point), Tsubasa is not exactly the most socially adept person in the world. It's one thing to grow comfortable with a familiar setting and faces. Thrust into a thoroughly other worldly place and position, being called a 'God,' she's not exactly sure what to make of herself, much less the plethora of strangers surrounding her.

Thus, beneath a steely expression, one can find nervous eyes darting about not even sure where to start. In fact, once the food is gone and the doves fly in, her moment of appreciating the birds is taken from her as the frazzled shinki begins trying to draw everyone's attention.

Tsubasa finds herself just staring incredulously at this display, and any attempt to do something particularly weird may have her cool exterior breaking very suddenly and rapidly. She can only take so much craziness for one day.]
Edited 2018-12-17 21:46 (UTC)
beyondtheblade: (059)

Rest & Refreshments

[personal profile] beyondtheblade 2018-12-17 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Frankly, by the time Tsubasa makes it to the meeting and dinner, she's had quite a few thoughts tumbling around her head, and--

All of those stop short as she sees one particularly tiny person preparing her food. She blinks, hard.]


Elfnein?
beyondtheblade: (032)

Physical Training

[personal profile] beyondtheblade 2018-12-17 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tsubasa is very well acquainted with ninjas, one ninja in particular. She's off raking up blossoms for a bit, occasionally glancing up.

...this guy hasn't moved for awhile.

...

Is he stuck?

...

Ogawa wouldn't have gotten stuck in a tree.

...

She continues raking until she's made it closer to the tree, and finally stares up at him.]


Are you coming down, by chance?
beyondtheblade: (154)

Food

[personal profile] beyondtheblade 2018-12-17 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Tsubasa is good with tools. But that usually pertains to things more like... a wrench, or a sword. She's staring what's laid out before her trying to parse what she needs to do. She's not not done this before, but she lead a privileged life, in spite of particular hardships, and usually has assistance. Or people doing it for her.

The thought that she may have to fend for herself in housekeeping suddenly dawns on her, and there is a definite fear running through her mind immediately.

As such, when someone is offering the food on its own, she lets out a sigh of relief.

"I would... appreciate it, thank you."
badassfreakingoverlord: (the impatiently literary glare)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2018-12-17 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Physical Training

Where the hell are those Prinnies?

[An angry book floats in the middle of the garden, the movement of its blank white eyes only discernible by the subtle shifts of their shape.]

[Nearby, a strange peg-legged, patchwork Prinny is stuck upside-down in a tree -- concealed from the Overlord, but completely struck in a webwork of branches that suspend it more than support it. This hadn't been a good idea, dood.]

[Another Prinny is stuck beneath a small bridge, its rotund lower body trapped and its desperate flailings to keep its head above water blending it with the gentle babbling of the stream as it winds its way through the picturesque garden.]

[The third Prinny has donned a white robe, and to blend in and maintain its disguise, is slinking around trying to instruct people on useless spells like Broaderline, Silencio, and the Song That Calms The Final Aeon.]


Damn it! There's work to be done!

Rest and Relaxation

[Along one wall, a booth sits manned by a book and a few minions. The sign reads "JOIN THE ARMY OF THE OVERLORD", and to supplement this, several brochures offer helpful information in bite-sized pieces, such as "Benefits of Being a Vassal", "How To Abuse Prinnies", and "Say No To Drugs". (Zetta keeps the latter around because it's a product of the 90's, and thus, chock full of hilariously tone-deaf messaging.]

[Also, the minions occasionally flash cool stacks of cash, subconsciously hinting that the pay is great and the benefits amazing.]

[Yes, Zetta is employing all three modes of advertising: subliminal, liminal, and superliminal.]


Hey you! Join the Army of the Overlord!

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