FlameMarceline

Although they frequently met during meals and occasionally visited one another's common rooms, the humans and trolls sometimes felt it necessary for all sixteen of them to gather in one place. It was an excellent way for them to exchange gossip and, sometimes, just to find a way to cope with what had happened to all of them. The ordeal they all faced in the clutches of SBurb was a hard one, and one that no one but the group of them could really understand. Surrounded by the others involved (and, often for the trolls, others that didn't judge them for their species) calmed them all. This meeting had no true purpose. No one had recognized that

“I'm not saying they're not killing each other,” I explain. “I can see from the figures in front of me that they're killing each other. What I'm saying is that unless you can broaden your demographic, we're never going to meet our targets for this quarter. This is supposed to be a world war, Belgium and the Netherlands isn't going to cut it.” War squawks at me down the phone. It's hard to hear him over all the screaming in the background, but frankly I'm not interested in his excuses, I need to see results. “What do I expect you to do? Do your job! Think outside the box! Look, Famine is in Europe right now, why