Hudson: [after the campaign crashes] That’s great, this is really fuckin’ great, man. Now, what the fuck are we supposed to play now? We’re in some pretty shit now, man.
Hicks: [Grabs him by the t-shirt] Are you finished?
Newt: Guess we’re not gonna play it, are we?
Ripley: I’m sorry, Newt.
Newt: Don’t be sorry, it wasn’t your fault.
Hudson: That’s it, man. Game over, man. Game over, what the fuck are we supposed to now, huh, what are we gonna do?
Burke: Maybe we can draw a dungeon, roll up a few characters, huh, how about we try that.
Newt: We gotta get inside. It’s gonna be dark soon, and they mostly larp at night. Mostly.
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