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“Cool this place looks absolutely cool.” Nalazar says this with a hint of joy.

(Ok)

((Were going to play cards against humanity with a american friend, server didn't work shit. Victor don't worry, Arianna can explain))

"I see that you are already traumatized, don't worry, after this I will take you to the realm filled with rainbows and unicorns" Said Hector jokingly. Then he began to draw a pentagram on the floor with a piece of chalk. "Stand on the pentagram"

“Why do I feel like I’m being called to the throne over there.” Nalazar says.

Hector snapped his fingers. "Are you going to say goodbye to your girlfriend, or lick Mortimars ass sweat off that throne?"

“Well now Hector that’s not a fair statement I’m only stating how it feels.” Nalazar stepped into the circle”

"Wanna know what happens if you sit on the throne?"

“Yes.” Nalazar said genuinely intrigued.

"It turns you into a litteral piece of narcissistic poop"

“Ha is that supposed to turn my attention away from it?”

"It just turn you into something that you will regret immediately" Hector turned his head back to Nalazar. "So back to you traveling to hell to say farewell to your dead girlfriend, husar!" He began chanting some weird words.

“Oh you have no idea how narcissistic I can be and I’m willing to bet it won’t affect me in the least.”
“Nalazar laughs gently for once”

"Just go to hell, ok?" The chalk drawings begins to glow purple.

“Exactly” Nalazar laughed.

Purple tentacles of light sprouts from the corners of the pentagram, then wraps around his arms and legs. "Down worry, this is normal" Hector sipped his coffee.

“Well this is strange” Nalazar looked at Hector.

The ground under Nalazar begins to crumble and the tentacles starts pulling him downwards.