You've combed the SACRED RULES OF WATER WARS (many lines crossed out or otherwise redacted, strange additions and numerous in-jokes inserted in the margins, and so forth) you four collaborated on at the beginning of the summer, and there is nothing forbidding the usage of MOTHERFUCKING WATER BALLOONS.
Unbeknownst to your mother, John, Dave, or Jade, you keep a vast cache of exquisitely crafted water balloons inside your closet, well away from your stash of journals lest an errant balloon unexpectedly burst and ruin your hard work.
They are all purple, naturally. It is the last colour your victims see before they drown, in the water that bursts forth from its rubber prison, and in the despair of defeat.
You stow several in your UNASSUMING BEACH BAG and set out, slathered in sunscreen to keep your pale complexion, and also wearing dark shades that many would say are not dissimilar to your brother's, though you deny the resemblance. You take both of these precautions whenever things get too hot to handle, which is sometimes.
Additionally, you keep a green water gun on your person, on the rare occasion that your PLUVIOUS PROJECTILES miss their mark.
But before you get carried away with bloodlust, you should probably join the person who was requesting your help in the first place.
> Rose: Turn the tides. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE)
You've combed the SACRED RULES OF WATER WARS (many lines crossed out or otherwise redacted, strange additions and numerous in-jokes inserted in the margins, and so forth) you four collaborated on at the beginning of the summer, and there is nothing forbidding the usage of MOTHERFUCKING WATER BALLOONS.
Unbeknownst to your mother, John, Dave, or Jade, you keep a vast cache of exquisitely crafted water balloons inside your closet, well away from your stash of journals lest an errant balloon unexpectedly burst and ruin your hard work.
They are all purple, naturally. It is the last colour your victims see before they drown, in the water that bursts forth from its rubber prison, and in the despair of defeat.
You stow several in your UNASSUMING BEACH BAG and set out, slathered in sunscreen to keep your pale complexion, and also wearing dark shades that many would say are not dissimilar to your brother's, though you deny the resemblance. You take both of these precautions whenever things get too hot to handle, which is sometimes.
Additionally, you keep a green water gun on your person, on the rare occasion that your PLUVIOUS PROJECTILES miss their mark.
But before you get carried away with bloodlust, you should probably join the person who was requesting your help in the first place.
> Rose: Rendezvous with John.