CANNIBAL RATS + WEEKLY TASKS

He’d sneer at the fact.

Nobody else offered up to dish out some good ol’ fashioned weekly tasks since the mongrel did so a couple of weeks ago. Everybody around here was going lazy then, huh.

Not on his watch they weren’t.

It was high time for labour.

It was the right time for work.

It was the perfect time for activity.

But most importantly...

It was time to roll.

”GET YOUR TASKS HERE, YA WET RAGS”, he’d enthusiastically holler, ”TIME TO EARN YOUR KEEP!”

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby comes forward, excited to take a task. His last one had gone well; his bonfire stayed lit and he met new people. It had been exciting. Flush with new enthusiasm for weekly tasks, he says, ”I’ll take one, Leroy.”

[glow=black,1,400]I GRIEVE IN STEREO, THE STEREO SOUNDS STRANGE ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"Alright, alright, stop ya yellin'." Arrow rubbed the side of her head, shaking it simultaneously. Weekly tasks? Like, work things? She could take that. "Hand me one, pretty please."

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"Y-you're the wet rag, ya prune," the feline said through a grimace, his expression none other than his classical brooding as he walked over. Except he looked like he was trying too hard to look mad. "Gimme one."

"Alright", the hound uttered once faces began piling up. Last week’s tasks were semi-successful at best - this week, they needed to be better.

”[member=2072]selby roux ![/member], could you host a meet n’ greet? It’s been so long since our last one, and there’s a few new faces round here.”

Next, fixing his gaze upon Arrow; ”The Pitt’s probably gonna wanna have some vengeance for the ass-whoopin’ we gave ‘em a whiles back. If they’re the one’s to do the raiding this time, we ought to have our strength perfect condition. And since nothing helps your body better than fresh food, could you do a run up to the barn and gather as much as you can[u]? You can bring someone else if ya want, too, just don’t kill any livestock or light the whole thing on fire.”

Finally, he’d turn to face his leader. ”Crow, my good man, Leroy remarked, ”how’re our relations with the Typhoon holding up? Maybe ya could [u]pay ‘em a friendly visit? Bring gifts too or something, I dunno. A good friendship with those lubbers could possibly ensure our protection from the Pittians, which is what we want right now.”