HELLO DYSTOPIA — OPEN, GROUP THERAPY

now that he was a medic, malphas had a job to do. he had volunteered to make some sort of group therapy activity. luckily for beck, malphas cared more about beck's orders than himself, or else he wouldn't have done it. he decided that since he was running the group therapy, he didn't actually have to tell anyone anything. genius, right? he huffed, setting up in the middle of the little ghost town, putting down a picnic blanket and a basket of food. no alcohol this time, only because malphas' collection happened to be at the bottom of the marsh. oops.

"hey everyone, due to.. ah, recent events... we're gonna do a little bit of group therapy. sounds super fun, right?" malphas joked, and felt a headache coming on. [b]"if you feel like you need it, then come on over, i brought sandwiches and some lemonade. it's like a picnic.. therapy... thing. i don't really know. just come and sit down- i need to look useful."