Dead Space: USG Grozni-Grad (Ended)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...A Hell Reaver?"  

[Zahzi]

The bag was slowly moved above the trash compactor...  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's the truth! You are a Hell Reaver, are you not?!"  

[Zahzi]

"But what KIND of Hell-Reaver am I..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

". . .The good kind?"  

[Zahzi]

"...You don't want the alcohol, huh?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...What do you want me to say, Hell-Reaver?!" Alik yelled, flailing her arms about.  

[Zahzi]

"...Oh screw it, this has already lost all possible amusement...." Roland groaned, placing the bag on top of Alik's head before walking back to his chair.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

Alik instantly grabbed onto the bag, holding it tightly as if it were some delicate piece of glass that could break at the slightest bad touch, before slowly returning to her seat.  

[Zahzi]

"...Ssssaaaaaaaad...."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Beer to me is like guns to you, Hell-Reaver." Alik grunted, giving him a dull stare.

"Think of it that way."  

[Zahzi]

"Yeah? 'Least I share the contents of mine freely..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You have yet to share your gun, boy."  

[Zahzi]

"I share the bullets~"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Well that's kind of pointless. We don't even have the same weapons! Except a Plasma Cutter..."