#elevenblacksurvival

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Shoichi:The game is, I'm gonna give you three numbers and you're gonna have to use those numbers to guess the price of these monkey toys.

Shoichi:We've got eight, we've got two, we've got six.

Eleven:I don't want to say he's two pounds...

Shoichi:You're playing to win, don't flatter him. He won't care.

Eleven:Six pounds, eighty-two?

Shoichi:You're wrong. You fool.

Shoichi:Your turn. I got three numbers for you. In reverse numerical order, we got a nine, we got an eight, we got a three. How much is this fucked up fish?

Arda:Two ninety-nine.

Shoichi:Where'd you get the two from?

Shoichi:Where'd you get the ninety-nine from?

Shoichi:You make me sick. I hate being around you, every day I know you're coming in is a day that is full of dread. I don't sleep well knowing I have to be around you.

Eleven:I'm just happy to be here!

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Nicky:I'm laughing so hard on mute!

Rio:Why are you on mute?

Nicky:'Cause it's obnoxious...

Rio:If laughing were obnoxious i wouldn't have invited Eleven, though.

Eleven:True!

Nicky:Woah.

Isol:What do you mean whoa?

Isol:Like, "oh Eleven you laugh a lot, FREAK!"

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Jenny:She isn't pacman, she can't eat her way to victory.

Eleven:Hm. That does sound awesome though, may I try it.

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Nicky:(raking Disney movies) Ichabod and Mr. Toad. Given the fact that Ichabod dies, C.

Eleven:But it has such a good ride at Disneyland!

Nicky:Never ridden it, wouldn't know.

Eleven:You go to hell and the ride ends.

Nicky:

Nicky:Is that for fucking real??

Eleven:Yeah yeah yeah.

Nicky:You go to HELL?

Eleven:Yeah, he dies.

Nicky:HE DIES AND GOES TO HELL?

Eleven:Yeah, you're in the car, you get hit in the car, you go to the judge, you die, you go to hell, and then the ride ends!

Nicky:This is that- does that happen in the cartoon?

Eleven:I don't remember...

Nicky:Well. It is not my cup of tea, but it does feel rather metal.

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Arda:Two sticks of unsalted butter.

Eleven:They're pretty dang cold.

Arda:Oh, shoot, they're cold?

Eleven:I can put them in my pockets for a while!

Arda:Don't put them in your pockets.

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(playing a game where you guess a Steam game through their reviews)

Barbara:“Be careful, mouse-breaking risk”... Breaking your mouse. Cookie Clicker? “Want to play a game, but you’re also feeling lazy? Buy this ‘game’.”

(The next review is a chocolate cookie recipe transcribed into a review.)

Barbara:Oh. It’s cookie clicker.

Eleven:How did you figure that out so quickly?

Barbara:Watch.

(Barbara opens up her Friends steam tab. Lenox is playing Cookie Clicker.)

Barbara:Every SINGLE TIME! Every day she’s playing it! She never closes it! She must have a billion hours on it! No, more than the average Int variable could possibly hold! The greatest quantic computer could not calculate how many cookies she has in that game! She has played it for years! A cookie psychopath!

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Eleven:(heavily wounded, recording herself) Auuugh, this hurts so much, tell my family I love them!

Isol:(hits her in the back of the head while bandaging her wound) Shut up, you’ll live.

Eleven:I’m just being dramatic for the scene.... Please?

Isol:....oh nooo, you’re so hurt, you’re gonna die.

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Eleven:Every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over.

Eleven:So be nice to each other and tell good jokes!

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Arda:Never ask a woman her age, never ask a man his salary, and never ask Jerry what he was doing in Europe, 1346.

Eleven:But what was Jerry doing in there?

JP:Isn’t that when the Black Death hit?

Eleven:Ohhhh! Right! How did you figure that out?

JP:Rat.

Arda:How do you know when the Black Death started, yet can’t keep up with most conversations?

Eleven:Didn’t he say that Facebook was created by “infojobs” once?

Arda:Mysterious guy.

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Eleven:Next, "What are the colors of Garten of Banban 1 (The Opila puzzle)?" A, red-blue-yellow-white-pink, B, reddish-nothing- red-ish -blue-lilac, C, green-whitey-reddish-pink-lilac-orange, or D, square-triangle-whatsapp-strawberry? Vote now!

Rozzi:I think D.

Eleven:Why are you voting D? It's what I asked you to write down! Strawberry??

Rozzi:It's just in-character for you.

Eleven:But I didn't say that! I didn't- This is recent! I didn't go "square triangle whatsapp strawberry"... Four isn't even the right amount!

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Isol:Reminder. He has -5 to his defense because of the ritual, and -5 because he's caught off guard.

Eleven:Does the ritual stack?

Luke:No, it does not.

Eleven:Okay.

Isol:I rolled 29.

Luke: That hits! Or... wait, let me check something. (He looks at something behind his screen.) Okay. He isn't caught off guard.

Isol:Why?

Luke:He has sightless perception.

Isol:He has eyes on his back too?

Luke:

Luke:yEah. Good point. He's not facing you.

Eleven:He isn't facing you!

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Isol:I don't know, I'm... actually, kind of getting into this. Bring it on.

Eleven:All righty! If you had to kiss one of the others, who would you choose?

Isol:I'm out.

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(playing Matriarch)

Isol:You can start.

Yuki:One second...

Isol:There's areas, by the way, where the Matriarch can't see who's evil. It's not everywhere.

Eleven:And that Bomberman you mentioned?

Nicky:We could play some Bomb Tag, cool as hell.

Eleven:How many people per round?

Yuki:We JUST STARTED playing it and you already want to switch?

Isol:I spent TEN REAIS on this!

Nicky:Yeah, that means we can refund it!

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(They're watching The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals. Bill's actor has one hand holding up his phone as he's on a phone call, and the other is miming being on a steering wheel.)

Rio:Is he driving?

Eleven:He's driving. Either that or he's just whipping. But very, very softly!

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Nicky:Dude, my family is so proactive.

Nicky:I just got a message from my father that says that they're trying to plan a family reunion on the weekend of August 16th.

Nicky:What the hell?

Eleven:Wow, 7 month notice?

Nicky:I guess I'm letting you guys know I might be busy on the weekend of the 16th. Let's not plan anything big for that day, okay?

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Luke:Your turn, Nicky.

Nicky:I can't do anything, right?

Luke:You are paralyzed. Rio.

Nicky:Wait, can I talk?

Luke:Not really. I'll let you talk with paralyzed roleplay!

Nicky:(body stiff as a rock) NnnnNnnnnghhg HhhhheHHhhllp!!

Eleven:Nicky! What's wrong!

Nicky:HHhhHHHHaAAarghHH!!

Luke:Yeah, that'll do it!