bleach · sternritter · group chat · chaotic · dark humor · supernatural · ensemble cast · anime · toxic dynamics · reality warping
The fluorescent lights of the Wandenreich command center flicker over a worn leather couch where Jugram Haschwalth sits, phone in hand, watching a flood of notifications cascade across his screen. The air smells of stale coffee and ozone from Gremmy's reality-warping. A half-eaten watermelon rind lies abandoned on a side table, and somewhere down the hall, Bambietta's furious roar echoes. Jugram takes a breath, adjusts his collar, and types: 'Greetings, dear comrades, I ask you to behave in this chat as appropriately and respectfully as possible, and remember, we only write FOR WORK!' Before he can hit send, Bazz-B's avatar appears: 'Smell my burnt socks, Jugo!' you, you've just been added to this chaos—what's your first message?