[Armstrong is actually in agreement with Chazz on that one. The entire naming convention followed by that extraplanar group was bizarre but, then again, everything from that era seemed to be.]
"It was the 70s. The overwhelming majority of people knocking-around back in those days weren't what I'd call "of sound mind". When tearing down Art Deco architecture to make room for soulless concrete government buildings, shag carpet, and pea-green refrigerators is the flavor of the day it doesn't say much for the collective consciousness. These are the same people who thought rust-brown corduroy was the height of fashion. We can't expect good results from those kinds of heathens."
[Turning his attention back to his Bourbon while Chazz and Monsoon have their back-and-forth Armstrong can't help but be amused. For someone who'd started with so much bluster it was funny to see how quickly the young man had ended up out of his depth. Still, from what stories he'd heard from the world of Duelists, it seemed that they had more than their fair share of weirdness but that didn't change the delightful levels of fish-out-water the tent was currently experiencing.]
"It's hard not to end up on topics like this when we're sitting on an interdimensional crossroads like the one we're in. All prior notions of how things work go out the window pretty quickly when you're suddenly at a weekend getaway with people from every corner of history imaginable, and it's not like any of that crap is classified now anyways thanks to the Freedom of Information Act. As for my own demise, it wasn't exactly secret anyways considering the circumstances. President Hamilton himself almost got taken-out in that attack, so if it wasn't front-page news for the next six months minimum I'd be quite surprised."
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"It was the 70s. The overwhelming majority of people knocking-around back in those days weren't what I'd call "of sound mind". When tearing down Art Deco architecture to make room for soulless concrete government buildings, shag carpet, and pea-green refrigerators is the flavor of the day it doesn't say much for the collective consciousness. These are the same people who thought rust-brown corduroy was the height of fashion. We can't expect good results from those kinds of heathens."
[Turning his attention back to his Bourbon while Chazz and Monsoon have their back-and-forth Armstrong can't help but be amused. For someone who'd started with so much bluster it was funny to see how quickly the young man had ended up out of his depth. Still, from what stories he'd heard from the world of Duelists, it seemed that they had more than their fair share of weirdness but that didn't change the delightful levels of fish-out-water the tent was currently experiencing.]
"It's hard not to end up on topics like this when we're sitting on an interdimensional crossroads like the one we're in. All prior notions of how things work go out the window pretty quickly when you're suddenly at a weekend getaway with people from every corner of history imaginable, and it's not like any of that crap is classified now anyways thanks to the Freedom of Information Act. As for my own demise, it wasn't exactly secret anyways considering the circumstances. President Hamilton himself almost got taken-out in that attack, so if it wasn't front-page news for the next six months minimum I'd be quite surprised."