It’s always good to have a plan, I suppose.
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Roger: Jacob, please tell me you have a plan.
Jacob: I do. We go back and throw ourselves on Abhik's mercy. Then we help defend the base from the Jian Shi.
Zoey: No way. Let the zombies have them.
Jacob: Abhik has the only cure for Fumiaki's plague...which might kill off the entire world. No matter what happens, that base has to remain standing.
Jacob: I do. We go back and throw ourselves on Abhik's mercy. Then we help defend the base from the Jian Shi.
Zoey: No way. Let the zombies have them.
Jacob: Abhik has the only cure for Fumiaki's plague...which might kill off the entire world. No matter what happens, that base has to remain standing.
Jacob: “…I had to open my big mouth.”
Well, at least it wasn’t a nuke this time.
Shortest time to plan failure, ever.
‘…that base has to remain standing…’
–BaddaBoom!–*
‘…or not…’
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*paraphrased.
Ah, the ironic explosion. A wonderful touch.
“The best laid plan of mice and Genocide men…………..
Often blow sky high”
Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle.
‘… Oops’
Eli…
It’s going to be one of those days, aint it?
Well. . .the outer wall is still standing. That might be useful, in a “Remember the Alamo” kinda way.
… dammit.
So we have an incoming Genocide Men force ready to wipe out the base, running headlong into a Jiang Shi force about to do the same. And our heroes in the middle.
I’d say the infamous phrase, but then angry aliens might show up or something.
Oh, right. Also the issue of Fumiaki’s plague and the only (known) cure to it getting blown sky high.
Some days you should have stayed in bed.
So… What’s plan b?