I'LL BE THE SWEETEST THING TO EVER SCARE YOU. | joining

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

The desert was a horrible place for a group to live. It had no water, save for maybe an oasis if you were lucky (which, fortunately, The Pitt lived near), it was hot and miserable. Caesar felt no need for water but alas, his mortal body did, so he had to sustain the body in order to keep it alive. But that's not why Caesar was out here; no, if he was, he was certainly looking for the wrong place, because The Pitt's oasis was in the other direction.

"You've come to the wrong place if you're looking for guts and glory." Caesar snorted as he came to stand next to Gael. "This is no longer The Pitt you've heard of." His words were the truth, no matter how hard everyone wanted to deny it. The Pitt was a shell of its former self, but by the non-existent gods, Caesar was going to make a change. He was going to make The Pitt feared once more. Shrugging, the demon decided to continue, "If you still want to join despite that, then welcome, I guess." His plans were his own, nobody needed to know what he was doing. After all, if Kydobi and Gael figured out what he was trying to do, then he was surely going to be watched.

#psychosocial.