futurology | un: sieglindesullivan / video

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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Wow, shit, I was gonna say just shirts — but if you can get the full disrobe, more power to you.

If you start high, they will be more amenable to shirts, yes?

Jesus, good strategy. How old are you, again?

Nearly thirteen!

[Which she says... exactly like one would normally say "21".]

Nice, you're obviously going places. Keep up the good work.

It seems our work will be rewarded, too.

[Seeing as.

McCree's shirt is off.]

What? Who -- gimme a good shot! Who took what off?

[Don't mind Sieglinde's perverse giggle as she moves the brooch in her hand around to give you a halfway decent view of...

McCree's shirtless chest.]