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[manwhosoldtheworld]

Well, isn't this nice?

[Peter has a mug of coffee clasped between his hands and is wearing an obnoxiously acid green t-shirt. You can take the man out of the gym, but you can't take the gym out of the man. His tastes haven't changed that much.]

Electricity. Hot running water. Coffee. As much alcohol as I can imbibe. It's delightful.

[Yes, he does intend to take advantage of the new-found luxury.]

I would love to say that I'm shocked to be here and all those platitudes about trying to adjust, but really, this makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened to me in the last few years.

Zombie apocalypse, insane hippies with mind-control rays, people growing lizard scales... superheroes and alternate realities seems like the next logical step, as far as logic has anything to do with it.

[He takes a long drink of his coffee.]

Oh yes. You can call me Peter. I'm... A Runner, entertainer, part-time spy and occasional meat shield. I'm sure we'll have a marvellous time together.

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[manwhosoldtheworld]

I mean... the usual sort? I run places. And away from the undead. Runners get sent outside the walls of the settlement to collect supplies, deliver messages, help to take down a corrupt fascist government...

[whyarewehere]

Oh. Got it.

[ What a horrible job, holy shit. ]

I thought you meant that was your superpower. And if it was, you were gonna have to back off cause there's already three of us who do the running thing around here.

[manwhosoldtheworld]

Oh. No. Running is just what I used to do for 'fun'.

[Or y'know, terror towards the concept of hell and a deep need to try to stave off death for as long as possible. Well, he's managed that pretty effectively.]

No, my powers are that I just can't die. Because apparently hurling fireballs or super strength is too much to ask for.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif winces. Zombies, mind control rays, and the rest of that sound godawful but running, voluntarily, for fun? ]

You are so wrong about running, dude. So so wrong. Not dying is a pretty useful skill around here, though.

[ ...Maybe that sounded more ominous than he meant it to be. So far, only one of them has died. ]

[manwhosoldtheworld]

I don't know. It has it's moments. I have started to enjoy some of the less healthy things on offer though. What are they going to do after all? Kill me?

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif's grin splits wide. ]

Well don't let that stop you.

[ Because he's immediately thinking of all the wonderful, awful things he has found to eat in the space future to fill the void left by bacon and other dead animals. ]

[manwhosoldtheworld]

No. Seriously. I can't die. If being burned alive or half eaten by zombies didn't finish me off, I'm fairly sure that eating five chocolate fudge cakes with ice-cream doesn't stand a chance.