#the gayest anarchy server

[justabunchofcrows]

Do you think we can sue that cucurucho guy?

I think we might have a case if there’s a lawyer on this server

[justabunchofcrows]

[ The best he can do is press themself close to Phil, feathers fluffed up on end. ]

[For once, Peg is speechless. ]

[He meets Phil's eyes, their own wide and uncomprehending. They'd expected the Fed to punish him, not Phil's family. He'd made no attempt to hide himself, had been the one to pour the lava - he'd expected to have to protect chat, not the fledgelings. What a stupid fucking oversight. He's an idiot. ]

[Their beak parts, but no sound comes out. ] 🎗

{ red text reads: idiot }

Phil makes a huffy almost-laugh, more horrified than anything, noise and shakes his head. He has nothing to say. There's nothing he can say. What do you do here? In a situation like this? He says lingering on the wall, having sent Tallulah and Missa back inside. He stands amongst silent crows, nothing but the wind to speak to them.

[justabunchofcrows]

Well guys. Idk about you. But I have no idea where the codes are

[justabunchofcrows]

[ Peg slips into Death’s Realm like a second skin, comforting and familiar. He was made here, born and raised here. ]

[ Soft, lovely void is dotted with the endless pockets of soul’s resting places, lush little islands in the vast expanse. He knows at its center is Her home, all glittering chiseled marble and amethyst that sings underfoot. They know the Phil they’ve just left sees Her as a moth - and wonders what Phil-who-dies sees. They see a beautiful woman, cloaked in shiny iridescent black feathers, her massive wings mantled behind Her. ]

[ Almost too quickly, he’s swept through by the path they’ve made. They emerge on the other side with a pop!, and shake their feathers out to look around. They breathe a sigh of relief to have materialized on a bed. They’ve made it to this Phil’s spawnpoint. ]

< @crows-father >

[justabunchofcrows]

Wait fuck. Dan. Dan’s at the wall. Fuck. I don’t have any perms for his chat guys fuck

[justabunchofcrows]

[Thunk.]

< PepeHands >

[a crow lands next to her, and places an orange sign.]

< Helo! Am Peg >

< Code monster w >

< as mean 2 me >

< :(>

[Thunk. Second sign]

< u r good @ figh >

< ting them!! Do u >

< know how 2 make >

< them listen? >

[ @justabunchofcrows ] 🎗

Étoiles shakes her head at the little creature.

"I'm sorry, I do not think they are, eh, receptive to reason, my bro. But... totems help. There is not much they can do against that if you have enough, yes?""

[justabunchofcrows]

If we can stick the bureau guy to a wall can we at least use the wall to slide down a mountain, with the side the bureau guy is on being the side that faces downwards?

KEKW

[justabunchofcrows]

Oh right, chayannes found the kids, also bad has too

How is Bad unerringly involved in literally everything bro. Guy needs to take a fucking NAP. Thanks though. Good. Thank god.

[justabunchofcrows]

pegggggggggggg cant you and the boys just carry me - @explosiveunderscore

we individually weigh like a pound each Tubbo. Here. Here. Have some blocks.

[a stack of dirt is dropped at his feet.]

[justabunchofcrows]

{ [-|==>] KnightsInsights pinned a message: ye gimme mo, I’ll pop over with a few crows and we can go lookin 👍🎗}

{ [-|==>] KnightsInsights pinned a message: hey m8, my comm’s been broke - and now the crows are saying trumpet’s gone? U good?? } 🎗

AH- Nether, Peg you scared me.

Uh. Yeah. Er- could you help with that maybe? Maybe not like- scare him by stalking or whatever but at least keeping tabs?

[justabunchofcrows]

I’ve learned the code guys are jerks, chat

[justabunchofcrows]

How about we try minecraft googling where the codes are?

Oh right Twitter is canon to this one. Surely google is too right

[justabunchofcrows]

Oy chat, how d’y’all feel about swarming cucurucho to distract it? How do we feel about that. Do y’all want to help Jeremy get info or. What if I get a bunch of health pots. Would that help

[justabunchofcrows]

‘Course, m8. Take your time. Chat’ll love having new fledgelings to play ‘round with.

[ They tug her goggles down as a goodbye, and pops off to find the three kids. ]

[ Peg lands next to her with a greeting caw. ]

m8 this comm is fucked how were you even posting on this thing KEKW 🎗

I'm oldschool Peg. Old school. But hey, look.

[Tubbo wipes sweat from her forehead. Good fucking God, she's already sweating buckets despite wearing nothing up but a tank top. It might've been the blowtorch.]

[She steps aside, just to show off a tiny little collar and keyboard on her desk.]

Ta-da! I'm still working on the keyboard, but the collar should work now.

[justabunchofcrows]

I think maybe I’m failing at the guide thing again

[justabunchofcrows]

Maybe I should talk to the duck-not-Quackity guy. He works with cucurucho right?