BLOOD TO GO AROUND / open, weekly tasks 7/8

[madster]

malphas had finally recovered enough from his little panic attack to make an appearance. he had signed up to deliver the tasks - why, he wondered? he was just delaying the inevitable anxiety attack. as he stood up there, he trembled, his nervousness apparent. fuck it. he was gonna die one day, he might as well do some fucking weekly tasks.

"hey, tanglers," he announced loudly. "yours truly is doin the weekly tasks. come get one!"