04-17-2018, 02:02 PM
In all honesty, Beck didn't know much about the entire weekly tasks system himself. Yet since the rest of the clans enforced it, he might as well jump on the bandwagon with them. Besides, it gave everyone a menial activity to busy themselves with instead of constantly whining for his attention. The poltergeist slunk over with his faintly limping gait and heaving flanks, just as grimy and bruised as ever. Muddy, sure, but not a friend. He flopped onto haunches bristling with dried mud and offered only a dry snicker, "Hook me up, Fish." He may have had his work cut out from him as the self-appointed commander, but clearly if he was bored enough to wheezily cackle at his own dumb-ass pun, then he needed to add more onto his stack.
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