The God of Peace was busy setting his little plan in motion. Sure, not many would understand his actions, but he could care less. He spent hours setting up his home for this. Inside and out. He made a spa out of his home and yard. Setting up a sauna, a hot tub of sorts, a massage room with a few trained npcs to handle it. He had a snack room and a face mask area. Nail painting, fur dying, free jewelry and piercings, tattoo area, and a regular cool pool.

All things he felt they could use. He planned on inviting everyone and had left invites to everyone all over the Pitt. Now he was lounging in a chair, with a face mask on his face, eating a bamboo shoot. Simply waiting to be joined by those needing to relax.

actions | "speech" | attacking