Admiral Isaki leads you into a room on the Yukikaze, surprisingly ornate for a military ship, that houses a table and several comfortable chairs. Ornate though it may be, you're still on a military ship; the table and chairs take up a majority of the room. As you all take seats, the scent of Japanese cuisine invades your nostrils. The platters on the set table aren't just for show. "Come, eat up. I'd like to talk with you all before handing you over to MacArthur. There's still much time before we arrive and I'm sure you're famished." Isaki takes his chopsticks and bows his head, uttering something in Japanese before removing the covers to the platters. They're full with various kinds of meticulously-prepared seafood and rice-based dishes, excitedly foreign. To your relief, you find that your group has also been given forks and spoons to eat with. [Socks, um...] you begin, uncertain how to begin.
[Yes, this food will be fine. We have already caught many sea creatures from your large oceans to supplement our normal stocks of food.] The Martian has managed to position himself in the chair given in a manner that seems fairly normal. He twirls a thinner tentacle around a fork and begins to retrieve food for his plate. [These utensils, on the other hand, are not familiar to me.] He plays around with it, trying to get a feel for the fork's prongs and slight curve. Around you, you notice your fellow escapees have already begun digging in. Rae is attacking the foreign food with gusto. Yetta is curiously poking at it, unsure if the Japanese taste will agree with her. Miranda is conducting herself elegantly, twirling her chopsticks to and fro with natural ease. You all nearly look normal, having been given new clothing, military surplus. The quick rinse the Admiral afforded you all did much, but you'll still be wanting a more thorough clean the next time you get to a proper shower. Across the table, both Admiral Isaki and Lt. Cmdr. Ito are eating quietly, but their eyes keep glancing at you.>Begin eating in silence.>Start a conversation - Provide a conversation topic
>>19364725What do they all look like so we can oogle em?
>>19364742Wearing skirts because Isaki doesn't let females walk around in their god damned panties, now quiet.And you'll find out later. Maybe.
>>19364752You would me.>>19364725Begin eating in silence
>>19364769>>19364769I think you mean wound my good sir
>>19364725Eat in silence, talking is for casuals
rolled 20 = 20>Start a conversation - Ask Miranda how she's familiar with chopsticks
>>19364822Why not, let's go for this.
rolled 4 = 4>>19364822>Ask Socks if he's tried Octopus or Squid
rolled 1 = 1>Attempt to glimpse Japwitchpantsoo
Start a conversation.Flirt with Admiral Isaki
>>19364927do this>ARF amongseARF ARF!
This silence is awkward. You endured silence for too long in that cell; it's time to socialize. As you add food to your plate, you decide to start with familiar territory. Luckily, Miranda's surprising skill with chopsticks provides a topic. "Miranda," you begin as you add some rice to your bowl, "where did you learn how to do that?" You attempt to mimic her gestures with your hand. "Oh, it's nothing, really. You see, I grew up on the West Coast. While attending an academy, I made friends with a Chinese witch. I often joined her family for dinner and vice versa. They use the same utensils, so I just kind of...picked it up, I guess," she says, laughing quietly as she reminisces. "I wonder if she's doing fine..." Perhaps this wasn't the best way to try and lighten up the atmosphere. As a witch, Miranda's friend has almost certainly joined the fight in one fashion or another. The witch casualties might be impressively low, but that doesn't guarantee that she hasn't been injured in any way. The others don't say a word. Well, if no one else wants to talk aloud, then that's just fine. [Socks.]
>>19365011 [Yes, Kukyendall?] he responds. He seems to have figured out the fork and spoon and is now steadily consuming various seafoods, including...squid? [Um, isn't that...?] you ask, looking at the squid. Socks spends a moment following your eyes before he understands your meaning. [Yes! It is a 'squid.' I find these creatures to be particularly flavorful, a rare find for us here. It is rather fortuitous being able to eat creatures from your world, let alone enjoy them. I am happy to find it here.] He eats a piece, presumably relishing the taste. [Aren't you a little...disturbed about it? They look a bit...you know.] [Surely you do not have issues consuming sea creatures, Kukyendall? I notice you have yet to really begin.] [N-no, that's not it...] Socks looks at you curiously (something you can only tell because of the mental link). Well, if he has no problems with it... He returns to his meal. The awkward silence continues. "Kukyendall." Admiral Isaki sets his chopsticks aside, having nearly finished his meal. "Y-yes?" you sputter, startled by this sudden break in the silence. "Are you available?">Are you?
>>19365074"What do you mean, sir?"What's he mean by 'available'?
>>19365074>AdmiralHell, yes, we're available.
>>19365074I would think we are.
>>19365074"Are YOU?"And waggle our eyebrows in an over-exaggerated suggestive manner.
>>19365074If he means for some kind of meeting or conversation or military whatever, no we are busy shoving food down our face.If he means romantically, no we don't swing that way.On a related note we need to talk to Yetta more.
>If he means romantically, no we don't swing that way.God damn fa/tg/uys wanting to be lesbians.
>>19365074Not into dudes, Admiral, sorry.
>>19365126Gotta stay true to the source material.Also not a fan of japanese guys.
>>19365074[X] Hell yeah I'm available!
>>19365074Of course I am Admiral, my place or yours?
>>19365150Always good to tease.
What's the latest on the search for Planefag?
I highly doubt he's propositioning us.He wants to know what the hell we did to get a Martian turncoat, and if he can be trusted.
>>19365220He updated his other story on the tohou board, but hasn't been seen since.
>>19365139Not all Witches are lesbians, you know.
Is it not a tradition in western culture for the knight in shining armor to rescue the distressed damsel?Is it not a tradition in western culture for the formerly-distressed damsel to thank her knight appropriately?Is it not a tradition in western culture for the damsel to fall in love with the knight, and then elope?Admiral Isaki is our knight in shining armor. You know what must be done.>Yes, in fact, I /am/ available. Would you like to "discuss something" privately?
>>19365220He was shot down over the sea of china, no body was found.
>>19365074"Of course I am available for a debriefing, Admiral."
>>19365296Debriefing in your quarters.
>>19365276>Socks is our knight in shining armor. You know what must be done.FTFY
>>19365074 You blink. "Why yes, Admiral," you say with a smile. "I'm available for debriefing. Should we step outside? Or perhaps go somewhere more...private?" Surely this must be a moment of insanity; he may not be in your chain of command, but he's still an Admiral. Indeed, your little flirt appears to be going over badly; Admiral Isaki takes a moment to figure out what you mean. When he gets the meaning of your statement, his brow begins to furrow...which is nothing compared to the blatant outrage on Ito's face. Luckily, Isaki seems to have taken your move as a calculated jibe at the unfriendly Lt. Cmdr.; when he notices, his face breaks into a suppressed smirk. Apparently his opinion of the XO matches yours. "Time for that later," he says, chuckling, which only makes Ito's rage even greater. "I wanted to talk about the circumstances of your escape. It's not every day that we retrieve a Martian sub, let alone...a scientist, right?" he asks, nodding towards Socks. Ito's self-restraint is superhuman; she's managed to return her face to something almost blank after realizing what the two of you were doing. "Yes, a researcher of some sort. We haven't had much time to stop and actually talk to one another, but I believe he's some sort of expert in the field of Psionics," you explain. You really don't know much about your turncoat, now that you think about it.
>>19365406 "Psionics?" he repeats. "So they really do posses psionic powers? Why, this information alone is valuable enough to...but I digress. Why would a Martian researcher want to defect?" You look towards the ceiling, thinking. "I don't think he wanted to, Admiral. I mean, I don't think he's a human-lover. He and a Martian commander seem to have a bit of...friction. He left as a form of protest; Socks believes leaving people like that commander in charge will lead to the downfall of his people." Admiral Isaki look at you funny. "Socks?" To your right, Socks looks up at the mention of your name for him. His bandage is still wound around his head; you must have really done a number on him.>Socks?
>>19365417Needed something to call him, and I socked him pretty good the first time I saw him.
>>19365417I dubbed him Socks, it fit at the time given that I punched him a few times the first time I met him and I can't pronounce his actual name. He's honestly a pretty nice guy.
>>19365417(My one decision before crawling off to sleep...)Tell them that well, since nobody knows his actual name... and it was the first thing to come to mind, and it's not like when you're captive 20,000 leagues under the sea, you really have time for exchanging pleasantries...
"Its his name. Something about how their language works, it doesn't really use words, it uses ideas and thoughts. So while I think "socks" he hears his name. Crazy."
>>19365417"Ah, yes. His Martian name is unpronounceable, so I gave him a nickname, from when I socked him a good one when we first met."
>>19365417"Yeah. I socked him real good when we first met, and his actual name is incomprehensible. Hence, Socks."
>>19365417>Sorry, was watching some E3. You avoid looking at Socks' head, feeling a little bit guilty. Only a little. "Well, I couldn't exactly pronounce his name, and I needed something to call him..." "Yes, but...Socks?" "Well, I...uh...I socked him in the head. Hard." Everyone but yourself and Miranda are taken by surprise. "Whoa whoa whoa. You punched him!?" asks Rae. "Straight to the face? Cleo, I didn't know you had it in you!" You blush slightly. "And he still aided you?" asks the Admiral. "Wait, you spoke with him?"
>>19365670 The conversation you wanted finally starts up as you bring everyone up to speed. As you and your group take turns describing your captivity on the Harbinger, Admiral Isaki and Lt. Cmdr. Ito listen intently. Everyone is particularly interested in your ability to link with Socks mentally ("Why can you do that?" wonders Miranda) and the Japanese officers showed some concern at the idea of an unattackable Martian platform from which they could launch attacks ("How big did you say, again?"). Eventually the talk turns from these more serious matters to personal discussion, sharing of experiences and stories with chuckles here and there. Desert is soon served, and by the end everyone is talking happily...besides Lt. Cmdr. Ito. "Well, I'm glad to see that you made it back safely," begins Admiral Isaki. "We'll be in Jayapura soon, but it's late and I think the least I could do is let you all get a good night's sleep before heading ashore to face MacArthur." Those in your group that know about the man seem to agree. "We've a few bunks set up for just your group tonight, so that even your Martian turncoat can rest relatively easy. These men can show you to them." He gestures to a pair of sailors.>Head to the bunks>Sleep in the sub>Other
Ask for a security detail so that sailors don't lynch socks.
>>19365676Pout at the Admiral, ask if we could stay with strong man like him for the night. Then when Ito looks like she's going to have a stroke, wink at the Admiral and head to the bunks.
>>19365676Grab <Potential Love Interest> and sleep in the sub
>>19365710You'd need to specify.( ≖‿≖)
>>19365676>OtherAsk for a heightened security detail around Socks; first, to protect him from any sailors that might let their emotions get the better of them, and second, to protect against any attempts to recover or silence him by a Martian commando team. We just swiped one of the Martians' top scientists; they won't let him get away this easily.Then we head to the bunks and sleep in a relatively real bed.
>>19365715The one with the tentacles, like any self-respecting witch.
>>19365715In that case, grab Caulders because she's probably up for some casual sex.
>>19365729>Socks and Cookie, sitting in a tree~>k-i-s-s-i-n-g~
>>19365729>>19365751You're nothing but unprofessional amateurs playing at Witch.Kukyendall isn't some pampered commissioned officer, she's a warrant officer. She works for a living, dammit!
>>19365758Stop cheating on your waifu kotters
>>19365788Adorable Cossack is little sister, not waifu.
>>19365751May as well.All the other options seem to carry consequences like actual romantic attachment or 'you did WHAT with the martian?'Go with the safe bet.
>>19365814Then why not take the option of not sleeping with anyone, and actually enjoying a good night's sleep before we have to deal with MacArthur in the morning?
>>19365758>Socks and Cookie, sitting in a tree~>t-e-n-t-a-c-l-e fucking
>>19365828Because then we don't get to sleep with anyone.
>>19365814>>19365751>>19365729...Alright, how many of you bastards are actually wanting to grab someone to sleep with in the sub? [nospoilers]The shit I put up with[/nospoilers]
>>19365841Since Sanyan is on the other side of the world... Nobody I guess
>>19365841Nobody, because we're not that fucking creepy.
>>19365841Sure why not
>>19365841I'm very much against sleeping with anyone.I just want to get some sleep before we have to deal with that insufferable asshole, MacArthur.
>>19365841Yep, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
>>19365858>>19365861>>19365868Thank god.Tallying votes.
>>19365841Doesn't bother me as long as you don't go full on fapfic
>>19365890FUCK SOCKSHAVE HIS MARS-BABIES AND USE THEM FOR RESEARCH
>>19365913You people are getting rowdy.Alright, writing time.
>>19365890Strike witches is Japanese, why we no tentacle lovin?
>>19365928Because we don't need any tentacle love. Just our paycheck from the Navy and the pension that awaits us when we retire.If we retire, rather than getting our head exploded. Martians still have that weapon you know, and we have no defenses against it.
Quick question Kotters, since so many people are interested:Would you object to me doing a totally non-canon smutfic between Kukyendall and Socks?
>>19365977Not really. It's just text. I just have a problem with writing sex shit. It's awkward as fuck.
>>19365969All the more reason to make creepy tentacle hay while the sun shines, no?
>>19365977welp, time to fap.
>>19365676"Admiral, I appreciate what you've done for us, but don't you think we should have a little more security?" you ask. "Yeah, I mean, we do have a Martian here with us. A big researcher. One we can talk to," Rae points out. "And we have working replica strikers, Martian-built. What we could learn from those could turn the tide of the war, to say nothing of our submarine," adds Miranda. Yetta, finding that the other two already said everything she wanted to add, just nods her head in agreement. "Who knows? They might even send in a specialist squad to kill him before we get him somewhere safe," you say. Admiral Isaki thinks for a moment. "...And some of our more zealous sailors might try to kill him as well...I see your point." He turns to Ito. "Get your most honorable crew members to guard their bunks." He lowers his head, giving her a stern look. "You know just as much as I do how important this is." Ito snaps a salute, giving a crisp response in Japanese.
>>19366104 Minutes later, you find yourself in a familiar-though-different room filled with bunks for sleeping and various little chests for storing items. There are no other sailors and the room has enough bunks for more than twice your number; either they're sleeping in the night-watch's bunks or this ship's crew has taken a disproportionate amount of casualties for its damage. As you all plop on down on the most comfortable of the spartan arrangements (Socks commented on how horribly familiar these arrangements were), you find that you can't sleep. You're exhausted from your entire ordeal and you've yet another tomorrow, but you just can't get to sleep. Tossing and turning, you decide to stare at the bunk above you, so close you worry that you might bump it during your sleep, if you ever get to it. Laying quietly, you listen to familiar sounds of a Human ship. They comfort you. You also notice that no one else's breathing is slow and calm; it seems you're all having trouble sleeping.>Close your eyes>Have a quick talk with:-Miranda Kellos-Rae Caulders-Henrieta Falkowska-Socks>Other
>>19366111Oh, and if you do decide to talk, what do you want to talk about?
>>19366111>SocksWe never did get a chance to find out WHY the Martians started the war. Though with their mass driver, it seems like their entire society has been drafted into it, willing or not.We're both carbon-based, we both breath oxygen, we can even eat some of the same foods: can there be a peace between our peoples?
>>19366111>KellosAcknowledge her remarkable composure and competency under pressure (hehe) in saving Yetta on the Tullibee.
>>19366149This is quite good.
>>19366149>implying we can know the answer to that question when planefag hasn't told Kotters yet
-Rae CauldersAsk how she is, if she is alright, that kind of thing.
>>19366200>implying Planefag hasn't said that I should just do whatever and have him mesh it in with SWQ proper
>>19364752>Wearing skirtswell that's ok
>>19366225If thats the case Voting for Socks and WAR REASONS. Because of reasons.
>>19366225>>19366200>Implying planefag will come back
>Caulders"So, ever think we'd escape, back then? And with a turncoat nonetheless?"
>>19366270Don't you fucking dare
>>19366270Praise be planefag.Faith in planefag.Trust in planefag.[x] "So, rough night huh?"
>>19366111[x] Yetta"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEEEEAD."
>>19366149I'm particularly interested in this.
>>19366359They came because of our stylish Cargo Pants. Cargo Pants allow of excess storage, while remaining the height of fashion.Our own creativity is what did us in. Damn you Cargo Pants! Damn you and your ability to remain functional while looking so damn good!
>>19366359I'm guessing fearmongering xenophobic politicians wanting to get martian-elected.
>>19366408... did they have cargo pants in the forties?
>>19366359It could just be the reasons stated in the book, too.Mars was facing complete ecological collapse, that not even the Martians' advanced science could stop, and so their choices were invade Earth and wipe out the humans, or face complete extinction.That would give all Martians incentive to fight in the war, but still allow for friction between the military that only saw an Eternal Doctrine and the civilians who would have preferred a Path of Now and Forever.
>>19366492The real question is this: Were there cargo pants in the 1940's in the world of SWQ? Could their early invention caused this war!?
>>19366514This.In the original book, Mars was so overharvested that it was post-apocalyptic without any actual conflict. The Martians just never practiced ecology or any kind of restraint. Rather than try to rebuild their world, they decided to take ours.
>>19366111You decide not to disturb the others. You test your link with Socks and just as you suspected, he's still awake. Your discussion with him was interrupted last time and you never really got a chance to get back to it. Until now. [Hey, Socks. You still up?] [Of course,] he answers. [You can sense this, yes?] [...It's just me being polite, Socks. If you don't want to talk, you can just pretend to be asleep.] Silence. [...Socks?] [I am making a joke, Kukyendall. You said if I didn't want to ta-] [I get it.] This Martian is a really odd character. [So Socks, like I was asking before...Why did you guys fly a million miles to start a war? It just doesn't seem like a logical thing to do, especially when you're having as much trouble as you are.] Socks' mind becomes a swirl of a million different thoughts and emotions at this. You wait patiently for him to sort it all out. [It is...complicated. There are many factors that played in to the decision to start war.] This is just what you heard before. Socks is still trying to hide something. [Oh come on, Socks. I get that war is complicated. There's gotta be a few major reasons behind it, though. Talk with me. Is it just those commanders screwing things up? Why come to Earth at all?] [There are many very good reasons for coming to Earth, Kukyendall. I was one of the many desiring to make contact, even travel here. Your world is larger and has a great many things those like myself would love to study. Just your massive collections of water you call "Oceans" are fascinating and could be the subject of centuries of study.] [Don't tell me you went to war to study our fish.]
>>19366546FISHSTICKSTHEY'RE HERE FOR OUR FISHSTICKSOH GOD WE'VE GOT TO STOP THEM
>>19366561BUT HOW? THEY'VE GOT AN INVINCIBLE MEGA-SUB!
>>19366571Magical Witch-Mounted Breast Missiles?
>>19366571You know, the Martians are just alien enough, and have advanced technology enough, to actually think that Ace Combat-style boss vehicles, super planes, and mega-subs are a good idea.Or at least, that commander of the Harbinger.
>>19366546[No, we did not. Or I should say, I hope not. I am a researcher, Kukyendall, not a leader or soldier. We do not know everything. I do not think the same way as our leaders, nor do I know as much as our soldiers.] [So you have no idea why you're at war?] [...That's not what I said.] He pauses, thinking about how to phrase this. [I have heard...rumors. There are a few whispers that might explain much. You are right in saying that we have experienced many difficulties here. We should have defeated your forces swiftly and begun bringing civilian populations to your Earth. Your pseudo-psionics certainly helped slow that effort, but even so, I believe most of my people would have expected a quick and decisive war.] [Why?] [Our technologies are vastly superior, if inadequately used.] You immediately think of those silly Martian walkers they fielded at the start of the war. They were terrifying, but ultimately just large targets. Even you could see that. [Yes, that is an example,] he says, seeing that clear image in your head. [It was originally thought that your moist planet, with its extensive geological and organic features, would require legged vehicles to navigate.] [I guess without anything like it back home, you really had no way to know,] you reply. Socks gives a mental nod. [So did you come to take a green planet for yourselves? Tired of all the red?]
>>19366617[That could certainly have been enough, but our leaders have not given that as a reason. Mars once had vast oceans like that; we have evidence of this, though it was before our time. What little water remained we have stretched to its limits. Our resources are hard to come by and overall we are straining just to survive. They could have made a case that no one would freely relinquish so much of their planet's bounty for an alien society, but they didn't.] Again he pauses. [They didn't,] he repeats, wondering why. [But you said you have an idea?] [...Only whispers. We've long had problems sustaining our society; there have been many attempts to use other resources to make up the difference. Expeditions to our moons and the neighboring asteroids have been made. We achieved significant progress, though what we returned was little more than an expensive curiosity. Given time, we could potentially return ourselves to relative richness.] [And?] [...You will not let this go?] You shake your mental head. [You realize I am little more than a researcher with a head full of fantastic possibilities and that my musings may amount to little more than paranoia over our incompetent leaders? That they could merely be failing to setup a proper propaganda campaign to provide proper justification for a war over resources?] Again, you nod. [Then I will say this: I hear rumors that our military forces here on Earth are but a tiny fraction of our overall might.] You're confused. [Why would they hold back military forces?] [I don't know. Perhaps they're simply incompetent; I could certainly believe that. Perhaps they're hiding something; they've certainly done that as well. Maybe they're spreading rumors about their might; they've done that as well. Maybe others have tired of their incompetence as I have and they must suppress them. It is a most confusing matter.]
>>19366710Hmm, so the Martians may be divided...interesting.
>>19366710 [So...if you had to say?] [If I had to say, Kukyendall, I would say that rumors are rumors and the war is just our eager leaders stumbling in their incompetence as they play political games, trying to gain control of a rich new planet. If so, it doesn't feel...adequate, but there you are. Civilians aren't told much about the workings of our forces and political systems. If you really wanted to know, you would have to speak to the commander.] You nod, thanking him. [Get a good night's rest, Socks.] [I intend to, Kukyendall. I do not expect to always be treated with such luxury. You are an enemy of my people, but you are also a person with which I can speak. I do not apologize for trying to learn from you; I am naturally curious. I do not apologize for capturing you; I had little to do with it. I do apologize for your mistreatment. There are ways my family conducts its research, and they differ greatly from the commander's. Good night, Kukyendall.]As he bids you goodnight, you realize that he offered much more information than what you initially asked. Either he's gained some respect for you, or he's an incompetent wager of war. Probably both.>Sleep now?>Try to talk with one more of your now-probably-sleeping group>Other
>>19366710>Maybe others have tired of their incompetence as I have and they must suppress themThis is interesting in light of the radically unorthodox (even for Martians) yet highly effective attacks by the Martian High Command in charge of the European theater.
>>19366728Shh, only dreams now.
>>19366728Guess it's time to sleep, or if Kukyendall can't, get up on deck and sort things out in your head.
>>19366728One last thing. Congratulate Miranda for keeping her head during a crisis, and thank her for rescuing Yetta.
>>19366748If she is awake.
Sleeeeep.[nospoilers]Wake up in someone else's bunk.[/nospoilers]
>>19366748>>19366818I'll back this up, though I don't think it entirely matters for votes.
>>19366728 Just one more thing. "Hey, Miranda?" you ask softly. "Are you still up?" You hear a rustle, then a response. "Yeah, just a little. What's up, Cleo?" "I just..." It's a little tough. "I...thanks for helping Yetta. When I couldn't." Miranda doesn't answer immediately. After a minute, you fear she's fallen asleep and that she didn't even get to hear your thank-you. "No, don't. I didn't do anything, Cleo. If the Martians hadn't boarded, we'd have died anyway." There's another pause. "And if I hadn't been there, they'd have taken her out of there, I'm sure of it. You know how valuable we are." "Still, you gave her hope when I couldn't. Thank you." "...Good night, Cleo." "Good night, Miranda." You're not quite sure how much sleep you got. It couldn't be much; you ended up tossing and turning for what felt like an hour more. You expected a rough awakening; the military has little time for niceties and these bunks do belong to some sailors somewhere. You just weren't expected to be thrown from your bunk, sirens wailing. "What the hell is going on!?" exclaims Rae, similarly awakened. "No clue!" you yell. "Let's try to find out!" Your group quickly rushes out onto the deck of the ship, hoping to make your way up to the bridge. As you're not part of the chain of command, you have no station to report to. Once you get top-side, however, your entire group stops. Jayapura is under attack.NEXT TIME ON SUBMERSIBLE WITCHES: OUT OF THE FRYING PAN, INTO THE FIREEXPECT MONDAY, 8 CST, 9 EST. THE SEARCH FOR PLANEFAG CONTINUES.
>>19366905Speaking of erotica, TWQ Soon fellow people who pretend to read!Good show kotters!
>>19366915Pip pip, lad!
>>19366905>Jayapura under attack>Harbinger is in the theaterOh man, are we going to have to deal with ballistic burst missile attacks?
>>19366915> fellow people who pretend to readIt's true, I don't really know what all these little pictures are. I've got a seeing eye cat to read for me.
>>19364714>Jayapura is under attack.Next Monday I'm putting my gameface on.>img related, it's my gameface being on.