#hellish bea

[hhelliish]

All (named) Characters' in Hellish! (SO FAR!) + Descriptions (PART 1)

some have designs, some are being worked on, and ones with designs/info are still up for change!

- Bea Valerian

Protagonist, Princess of Hell

Age: 23,000+

Gender: Trans Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Chaotic, Loyal, Impulsive, Caring, Strong Sense of Justice

- Angelo Rosine

Bea's Best Friend, Club Owner, Campaign Runner

Age: 22,000+

Gender: Trans Male

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Status: Irritable, Suave, Flexible, Heavily Empathetic, Generous

- Horatia Matrona

Scholar, Researcher, Top Student

Age: 24,000+

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Asexual Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Personality: Perfectionist, Overachiever, Hyper-Focused, Genuine, Honest

- Laz (Laziel) Concette

Guitarist, Free-Spirit

Age: 21,000+

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: Any

Personality: Optimistic, Independent, Laidback, Creative, Has a Hard Time Expressing Their Emotions, Friendly

- Sin

Chaos Causer

Age: Unknown

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: He/It

Personality: Observant, Confident, Extremely Extra, Silly, Clever, Does Not Take Anything Seriously

- Rosalia Crescent

Most Recent Fallen-Angel

Age: 23,000+

Gender: Aproagender

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Pronouns: They/Them

Personality: Gentle, Graceful, Soft-Spoken, Protective, Wise

- Lucifer Morningstar

King of Hell, God's "Favorite"

Age: Unknown (OLD)

Gender: Agender

Sexuality: Aroace Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: Distant, Quiet, Thoughtful, Blunt, Slightly Air-headed

- Palmira Valerian

Lucifer's Assistant, Retired Leader

Age: Unknown: (Around Lucifer's Age)

Gender: Demigirl

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Cocky, Natural Leader, Stern, Flirty, Cautious, Organized

- June St. James

College Student, Unknown Magical Abilities

Age: 22

Gender: Trans Femme

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Anxious, Passionate, Emotional, Critical, Very Talkative

(MORE DESCRIPTIONS WILL MADE IN THE FUTURE !)

[hhelliish]

HOW CUTE!!! LOVE THIS TY!!

Just a drawing I made of the little silly, Bea made by @muffinezo​

[buntress]

𖤐•°𐕣 Fallen Angel ID Pack 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Fallen Angel ID Pack]

Req By :: Anonymous

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Names]

Abaddon // Abel // Adam // Aether // Amon // Angel // Angelo // Ariel // Ash // Astrid // Axel // Azrael // Azazel // Baal // Beatrix // Beelzebub // Beleth // Belial // Cael // Cain // Castiel // Celeste // Chemosh // Dagon // Dara // David // Dina // Dumah // Evangeline // Eve // Ezekiel // Gabriel // Ian // Iblis // Jeremiah // Laila // Levi(athon) // Lucifer // Michael // Malaika // Moloch // Nathaniel // Orias // Phoenix // Qemuel // Raziel // Rosier // Saleos // Samael // Samuel // Solas // Tamiel // Theo // Uriel // Val(efor) // Xaphan // Yael

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Pronouns]

Ae / Aem / Aer / Aerself || Aeth / Aether / Aetherself || An / Angel / Angels / Angelself || Ar / Arch / Archs / Archself || Bea / Beast / Beasts / Beastself || Cae / Caem / Caes / Caeself || Che / Cher / Chers / Cherself || Da / Dark / Darks / Darkself || Dae / Daem / Daer / Daemself || Dei / Deim / Deis / Deimself || Dove / Doves / Doveself || E / Eden / Edens / Edenself || Ely / Elym / Elys / Elyself || Ha / Lo / Halo / Haloself || Hy / Hymn / Hys / Hymnself || La / Lamb / Lambs / Lambself || Mon / Mons / Monself || Om / Omen / Omens / Omenself || Sai / Saint / Saints / Saintself || Ser / Seras / Seraph / Seraphself || Sin / Sins / Sinself || Smy / Smite / Smites / Smiteself || Throne / Thrones / Throneself || Wi / Wing / Wings / Wingself || 🕊️ / 🕊️s 🕊️self || ☦️ / ☦️s / ☦️self || 🔥 / 🔥s / 🔥self || ❤️‍🔥 / ❤️‍🔥s / ❤️‍🔥self || ⛓️ / ⛓️s / ⛓️self

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Titles]

The Fallen One // The Unholy // The Corruption // The Revanchist // The Once Divine // The Corrupted Purity // Hy Who Fell From Heaven // Their Corrupted Purity // The Corrupted One // Dae Who Was Divine // The Corrupted Lord/Lady/Leige // One Of Hell's Court // Creator Of Discord Upon The Divine // The Sinner // The Disgraced // The Hellish One // It Of Corrupted Light

Note :: All pronouns can be replaced with whatever pronouns you prefer!

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔏𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Labels]

Aldertatterwingic // Angelius // Angelx // Anniople // Bewolkian // Bloodywingial // Brokenangelic // Brokenwingsdernic // Caninelenel // Corruptangelic // Crucifingelic // Darkangelcoric // Enfealian // Fallangelcoric // Fallenangelaesic // Fallenangelfangic // Fallenangelmoth // Fallenangelsproutaen // Fallencosmica // Fallenlexic // Fallenlovic // Fallenpridic // Guardilenel // Impurfallangelic // Ingeluse // Lovefangel // Nauticheric // Nosaboy // Purleydemonit // Relingelus // Serafernal // Seroanus // Unholy Omninoun // Vengefangel // Villangelgender // Viongelic

Note :: The first letter of each label is a link to the post coining it!

[simplykorra]

golden hour - chapter ten

In what can only be described as a small miracle, Ava wakes up first.

She hasn’t told Beatrice yet, but this is actually her very first motel room ever.

It’s not a huge deal, but part of Ava’s whole ‘see the world’ strategy involved a lot of hotels and motels and various random places to stay.

Which is perhaps a bit far fetched for someone in a wheelchair because the world doesn’t give a shit about people in wheelchairs - but the first determinant in her plan turns out to be the fucking beds.

They suck. This one in particular is so soft that Ava has basically sunk into it, and for someone with no use of her legs, having to drag them out of the pit any time she wants to move in the night is hellish.

Eventually, long after Bea had fallen asleep, Ava nestled up against her let the feeling of Beatrice’s breathing against the back of her neck lull her to sleep.

On Ava’s list of firsts, she reached two more yesterday. Sleeping next to someone, and finger fucking them.

The latter wins so far, but sleeping next to Beatrice wasn't terrible either. She was a very still sleeper - or maybe just exhausted from the drive yesterday. Either way, Beatrice rolled over once in the night, early and hasn’t moved since.

The other thing, the whole fingering her thing, that was…surreal.

Ava will forever be grateful to Genevieve at the orphanage for being so kind to her and gentle with her, for experimenting with her and making her feel like an actual teenager exploring her sexuality if only for a few late night sneak-ins.

However, that was nothing like yesterday.

CONT ON AO3

[bracketsoffear]

Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art (Christopher Moore) "The story surrounds the mysterious suicide of Vincent van Gogh, who famously shot himself in a French wheat field only to walk a mile to a doctor’s house. The mystery, which is slowly but cleverly revealed through the course of the book, is blue: specifically the exclusive ultramarine pigment that accents pictures created by the likes of Michelangelo and van Gogh. To find the origin of the hue, Moore brings on Lucien Lessard, a baker, aspiring artist and lover of Juliette, the brunette beauty who breaks his heart. After van Gogh’s death, Lucien joins up with the diminutive force of nature Henri Toulouse-Lautrec to track down the inspiration behind the Sacré Bleu. In the shadows, lurking for centuries, is a perverse paint dealer dubbed The Colorman, who tempts the world’s great artists with his unique hues and a mysterious female companion who brings revelation—and often syphilis (it is Moore, after all). Into the palette, Moore throws a dizzying array of characters, all expertly portrayed, from the oft-drunk “little gentleman” to a host of artists including Édouard Manet, Paul Gauguin, Georges Seurat, Claude Monet, Camille Pissarro and Pierre-Auguste Renoir."

Fibble (Dale E. Basye) "When Marlo Fauster claims she has switched souls with her brother, she gets sent straight to Fibble, the circle of Heck reserved for liars. But it’s true—Milton and Marlo have switched places, and Marlo finds herself trapped in Milton’s gross, gangly body. She also finds herself trapped in Fibble, a three-ring media circus run by none other than P. T. Barnum, an insane ringmaster with grandiose plans and giant, flaming pants. Meanwhile Milton, as Marlo, is working at the devil’s new television network, T.H.E.E.N.D. But there’s something strange about these new shows. Why do they all air at the same time? And are they really broadcasting to the Surface? Soon Milton and Marlo realize that they need each other to sort through the lies and possibly prevent the end of the world—if Bea “Elsa” Bubb doesn’t catch them first.

The Fauster twins are caught up in yet another apocalyptic scheme as hellish figures plot to stoke a ratings war into a holy war, using elaborate lies and propaganda to provoke the end of humanity itself."

[ginger-biscuit]

I also made Ava and Beatrice as DnD characters because I am King of the Nerds

Whoops, accidentally wrote 3.5k words of Avatrice fanfic

[bylerbigbang]

Second Chances and Dances

Fic by @foodiewithdahoodie and art by @fluffyfangirl

Teen | 40k words

In 1988 Will and Mike promise to leave town together, except Will decides to go off on his own, and Mike is left behind. Ten years later in 1998, the two reunite with drastically different lives. Will is known in the art community and has made a name for himself outside of Hawkins while Mike has stayed on Maple Street, becoming a father to a seven month old baby girl named Bea. Both of them have questions, both of them have regrets, and both of them still love each other. But how did Mike get a baby and why did Will leave? They'll fins out and figure it out together because they're a team. And they're always going to be best friends.

gay pining, internalized homophobia, implied drinking, implied smoking, implied sexual content, Original Characters, Will Byers/Original Male Characters, Mike Wheeler/Original Female Characters, Unlabeled Mike, Gay Will Byers, one night stand, unplanned pregnancy, implied sexual content, Will Byers has powers but they’re not the focus as much, fatherhood, homophobia, homophobic slurs, f-slur, undescriptive promiscuity, depression, repression, implied underage sexual content

Read on Ao3 | View Art | View Additional Art

Read an excerpt below:

Will is staring at a blade of grass, watching some kind of bug nibble away at the green hungrily. He's comfortably lying on his belly, arms folded to pillow his head. Beside him is Mike, who rests on his back and gazes up at the clouds suspended in the murky sky. Things are starting to get normal around here. A relief and also a tad uncanny. The duo have grown accustomed to Hawkins being a combat zone, billowing darkness and spores clinging to the air, with gates opened to bridge the gap between the Upside Down and Hawkins into a hazardous merger. Seemed to be the end of times how the Party and their families felt desolate then.

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" Mike's feathery voice is close to Will's right ear.

He must've sat up and rolled to his side just to lean in for a whisper. It's unnecessary to be this intimate, almost touching as Will internally swears at the feel of long raven curls titillating his cheek and temple all plumy. Mike's caging him in, their shadows mixing together to create one amalgamation on the ground.

"Probably somewhere far away from here."

Will casually answers, angling his head to meet Mike's pools of glistening dark brown with his own immersive hazel eyes of intrigue. Their faces are too close. The caps of their noses grazing. They've recanted personal space ages ago.

"C'mon! Be specific, Will. Imagine!"

Mike huffs cutely and Will fights to remain strong, lips tingling, ready to iron onto the boy he's pining for. His thoughts about romance are now whimsical and idealistic. Younger Will would be appalled to know that older Will didn’t believe falling in love is gross and synonymous with cooties anymore.

"I really wouldn't care where, Mike. As long as you're there with me, I'll make do."

He's honest. Will always tries to be honest when it comes to these matters with Mike. Hellish days and agonizing nights were spent with Mike planning a detailed future with Will to give them something to look forward to. Something to keep their wits amongst them as Vecna slowly gnawed at their resolve by spreading fear and chaos in the vicinity.

"Well, duh! That's a given. We can't do that again. I can't dream of moving somewhere and you're not at my side."

"As best friends, right?" Will fails to recognize the disappointed look crossing Mike's face.

"Oh. Uh. Yeah. Sure."

"What's that for? You don't wanna be best friends? Are we demoted to just friends, now?" Will teases, pretending to pout with a suspicious eyebrow raised before breaking into a breezy grin.

Mike is not catching the hint at Will's mischievous attitude. He hastily rejects such a possibility of them ever being less than best friends, a solid hand gripping Will’s shoulder tightly. The pressure is almost painful.

"No! No, no, no! I want to… I just thought…" Mike doesn't finish his sentence, teeth snatching on his bottom lip to harshly chew.

The motion captivates Will, who observes the natural pink lip color redden from Mike's nervous biting.

"Thought? Thought what?" Will inquires, drifting his eyes from Mike’s mouth. He notices Mike leaves a lot unsaid. He's nostalgic for the days when Mike would talk a mile a minute unfiltered.

"Nevermind! It's nothing!"

[ravenmoodle]

Hellish reminder that bea is the remnant of your creepypasta phase 🩵

[piratekane]

title: who you gonna call? fandom, pairing: warrior nun, avatrice notes: This is a self-indulgent Ghostbusters-adjacent AU. It really exists for no other reason than this, tbh. But the idea that Ava would strap a vacuum to her back and go huntin' for ghosts just wouldn't leave my mind. Wraiths - plus a few true hellish people - are a built-in bonus. summary: Ava watches Bea go, wondering how someone walking can be such a perfect thing to witness. She looks long enough that she sees Bea look back over her shoulder just before she turns a corner and lifts her hand in a goodbye as Mary snickers next to her. As soon as Bea is out of sight, Ava brings her elbow hard into Mary’s side, stumbling with the effort when Mary neatly sidesteps her.

“Have to be quicker than that.” Mary sidesteps her a second time, still grinning. “Listen, you can sit here and drool over Bea or we can go bust some ghosts.”

Ava opens the van’s panel door and shrugs. “Why limit myself to one thing?”

[beikonsims]

Bottom wasn't used to waking up early, but sleeping in an unfamiliar place made them struggle with sleeping. They started waking up before sunrise and at least having the opportunity to claim the bathroom before everyone else gets up.

Unfortunately, things between Desdemona and Beatrice were still rather tense. Bea tried to ignore the Capp girl as she had no interest in Alexander at this point. But Desdemona still saw her as a threat and continued being the mean girl at the dorm.

Meanwhile, Benedick had to go through a hellish torture by sharing the bathroom with Hal every day for the entirety of their university education.

[hhelliish]

some doodles of the babes. was experimenting with a different style :-)

[solarsleepless]

BEA: This is from a Warrior Nun called Sister Melanie. "I became the Warrior Nun in the summer of 1942, following my escape from the hellish Dachau Work Camp."

AVA: Wait, how could she be Jewish and a nun?

BEA: They persecuted others for being different. Not just Jews. She was gay.

AVA: Oh, God. Nazis suck balls.

BEA: "Returning to Occupied France, Mother Superion told us the Nazis were outside the parameters of our mission. She told me that my anger came from hate. And that hate was not within our jurisdiction."

AVA: Wait. Are you translating that from French?

BEA: Pay attention.

AVA: Ooh. Read on.

BEA: "But last night, I passed a group of Nazi officers carousing inside a French pub. I don't know what I thought I was going to do, but I went inside. A Nazi lieutenant asked me to dance with him. When I refused, he grabbed my wrist and saw the number they tattooed on me at Dachau. I let him see it. I wanted him to. He looked at me as if I was vermin. 'Juden, ' he sneered. 'Nein, ' I replied. 'Lesbich.'

AVA: ( laughs ) "Lesbich."

BEA: "His friends converged on me. I drew the Holy Sword and cut them down."

AVA: Oh, yeah, she did! ( pats )

BEA: "But Mother Superion was right. Each slice was an act of hate. Hatred that they had made me afraid to be myself. So I raged in a rainfall of their blood until the Nazi lieutenant aimed his gun at me across the room. I could not reach him. He said he would put me back in the camps himself. What happened next, I can't explain. At the thought of returning to the camps, I passed through fear, past hatred, beyond pain. The Halo flared with a blinding light and emitted a blast, unlike anything I had ever experienced. The Nazi's bullets melted away, along with his gun, his flesh, and a good portion of the wall. I fell back in the collapsed ruins of the pub, drained. I have no understanding of what allowed me to conjure such energy. But in the moment, I felt unbound. Unburdened. I felt finally myself."

( book claps shut ) [NOTE: bea is crying now ]

AVA: Do you want to talk about it?

BEA:( laughs ) Nothing. It's fine. I...

AVA: A badass story of a Warrior Nun tapping into her rage making you cry is nothing?

BEA: Your ignorance is really a downer sometimes.

AVA: Hey! What... what's going on?

BEA: As usual, you've managed to miss the entire point. ( sniffles ) Sister Melanie tapped into something elemental in her soul... and it amplified the Halo's energy. If you wanna pass through 20 feet of stone, you need to break through your own personal pain.

AVA: Okay, but why are you so mad at me?

BEA: I'm not mad at you. ( sighs ) I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's not you. It was everyone but you. My whole life, people have tried to make me into something I'm not. To make me "normal," or at least "acceptable." I became skilled at so many things just so I would still have value... despite my flaws, or what I'd been taught was a flaw. Of course I tried to fit in. But when you're punished just for being different, you begin to hate what you are. And what you love. What should make you happy... only brings you pain. Pain is what made me a Sister Warrior.

AVA: Don't hate what you are. What you are is beautiful. I'm sorry for your pain.

BEA: Don't be.

holy fucking shit

didnt affect me or emoshe me as much as it would otherwise bc i had to listen and read instead of watching but damn

[agaypanic]

do you have any music recs??? any except country

only country song i like is before he cheats lol btw i also have playlists for some (key word some lol) characters that i write for, so if yall wanna see that lmk :)

My Music Recs

(for a broad rec, i'll list some of the artists i listen to and then if you want more specific recs, i'll put my favorite album and then favorite song from that album)

5 Seconds of Summer - CALM - Teeth (the live version is superior to the recorded imo, the best one i could find is the one they do on the james corden show)

Avril Lavigne - Let Go - Complicated

Bea Miller - Not An Apology - Dracula

Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever - Billie Bossa Nova

Bloodwitch - I Am Not Okay With This - I'm Yours Tonight

Britney Spears - Circus - Circus

Conan Gray - Superache - Family Line

Demi Lovato - HOLY FVCK - 29

Hayley Kiyoko - Expectations - Wanna Be Missed

Jack Harlow - Come Home The Kids Miss You - Nail Tech

Lady Gaga - The Fame Monster - Paparazzi

Lana Del Rey - Born To Die - Radio

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth - She's So Gone

Lewis Capaldi - Divinely Uninspired To A Hellish Extent - Before You Go

Lizzy McAlpine - five seconds flat - reckless driving

Melanie Martinez - PORTALS - BATTLE OF THE LARYNX (i saw her in concert a few months ago and it was the highlight of my week it was so good, and i was graduating later that week lmao)

Olivia Rodrigo - GUTS - vampire

R5 - Heart Made Up On You - Stay With Me (i saw them in concert when i was like 10 and i got a high five from ross lynch and i think either riker or rocky. AND i have a poster that's signed by all of them, i gotta find it)

Sabrina Carpenter - emails i can't send fwd: - opposite (sabrina carpenter is the loml UGH)

Shawn Mendes - Illuminate - Lights On

Tate McRae - all the things i never said - that way

Taylor Swift - Speak Now - Dear John

The Vamps - Cherry Blossom - Married In Vegas (i wanna see them in concert so bad, i wanna see bradley simpson irl with my own eyes)

[strawberrygummiess]

hello everyone!!

sorry for disappearing for a week, i've been prepping fics for the queue because my job is about to be hellish for the next few months ;-; i am trying to get my requests finished (they will remain open for the time being) as well. they will be apart of the queue so if i forget to respond to the ask i'm sorry in advance ;,-,;.

anyways, i'm looking forward to sharing a few fics in the coming days! that trey fic should finally be out by friday, lolol.

thanks for reading, see y'all soon!

-bea

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Fibble (Dale E. Basye) "When Marlo Fauster claims she has switched souls with her brother, she gets sent straight to Fibble, the circle of Heck reserved for liars. But it’s true—Milton and Marlo have switched places, and Marlo finds herself trapped in Milton’s gross, gangly body. She also finds herself trapped in Fibble, a three-ring media circus run by none other than P. T. Barnum, an insane ringmaster with grandiose plans and giant, flaming pants. Meanwhile Milton, as Marlo, is working at the devil’s new television network, T.H.E.E.N.D. But there’s something strange about these new shows. Why do they all air at the same time? And are they really broadcasting to the Surface? Soon Milton and Marlo realize that they need each other to sort through the lies and possibly prevent the end of the world—if Bea “Elsa” Bubb doesn’t catch them first.

The Fauster twins are caught up in yet another apocalyptic scheme as hellish figures plot to stoke a ratings war into a holy war, using elaborate lies and propaganda to provoke the end of humanity itself."

Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius (Jorge Luis Borges) "A short story concerning the author and his friend stumbling upon a mention of the Uqbar region in an encyclopedia, a place which is found in no other literature. One of the myths of Uqbar concerns Tlön, a fantastical place where people do not believe in the reality of the material world, and only the most outre scholars would dare suggest that objects have permanence. Objects there "grow vague or sketchy and lose detail" when they begin to be forgotten, culminating in their disappearance when they are completely forgotten. One year later, Tlönian objects begin to appear in the real world. Then a complete encyclopedia of the world turns up, transforming the human understanding of science and philosophy. As the author writes his postscript, the world is transforming entirely into Tlön."

[benjaminsblog]

Joshua Tree National Park

I had a very short shift today, as the only women’s match being shown was the doubles final*. I knew that this was going to be the case at the start of the tournament, so I was looking forward to rewarding myself with some sightseeing after the hellish start. I earmarked the rest of the day for a trip through the gigantic JTNP, so waited impatiently for the tennis to finish. It took longer than it should have, but as soon as the trophies were lifted, I was swiftly out the door and on the road by 2pm.

I drove 30 minutes to the southern entrance of JT, stopped for a quick photo op, and then proceeded through the park at a leisurely pace, stopping as and when I fancied. In truth, it wasn’t the most photogenic place I’ve visited, but I think the most impressive aspect was the enormity of the place – I looked out across a plain towards what looked like multiple layers of mountains, and could never remember being able to see so far into the distance. It made me wish I had a viewfinder with me to check how far it was!

Not that the views weren't impressive - there were noticeable shifts in the environment as I drove through, with some distinctly green patches that I was not expecting. The sun shone all day and was accompanied by a delightful breeze, making my journey all the more pleasurable. I suddenly found myself passing the 'You are now leaving JNTP' sign 2h30 later, but the scenery kept delivering on my drive back - the San Gorgonio Mountain seemed to loom above/around/in front of me regardless of which direction I was driving in.

As I pootled along on my expedition, I kept catching myself smiling a goofy smile, still not believing four years later that this is my job!

* I often accuse people of not giving doubles its due, so I should give it more of a mention. I covered the doubles final on the penultimate day – Barbora Krejickova (CZE) & Katerina Siniakova (CZE) v Beatriz Haddad Maia (BRA) & Laura Siegemund (GER) – phew! Barbs & Kat are the World Number 1s, whereas Bea & Laura were playing their first tournament together (although they are both accomplished doubles players).

The Cezchs took the first set before the underdogs won the second through sheer bloody mindedness, but they eventually ran out of steam in the ensuing championship tie break. Given that I was itching to get going, I could have done without the four copy+paste speeches from each player, but I couldn't really begrudge them their moment in the sun.