"I dunno, what I do remember of all of this" Bobby was getting tired as he waved in his bodies general vicinity for the third time in recent memory "and the thing that made me do what I think was a contract is fuzzy. I think I went to a new place for role-players, I was in the right place to really nail Ozymandias, my usual character. y'know? Anyway, some guy comes up and offers me power in exchange for protection. I figured it was just a little sub-plot people had cooked up for themselves so i went along with it. Then I woke up feeling a hell of a lot better than in recent memory. That said, I didn't have flaming attire, as cool as it looked." as he commented on his prior appearance wistfully, the flames as the bottom of his trousers partially transformed for a split second, flaring up brilliantly unbeknownst to the owner who wasn't looking at them. "That said, could you tell me what I apparently missed? My new room-mates also been weir- ohhhhh" Bobbys eyes widened as he pieced together how his new room-mate who had appeared a couple of days after the whole incident and was probably linked in to all this. Jackass hadn't told him anything. "Right, i'm a moron..." the downtrodden young man mumbled to himself.