Every day is the same routine...wake up, kill idiots, pass out, repeat. Wake up, kill idiots, pass out, repeat...

That was tiring, everyone could agree, yet they couldn't fight for freedom there... it's a third chance in life, they're not willing to throw it away now...

...and there's Netzach.

For someone that hates their role, he lives up for the title, as he just neglects everything about the books to grab some beer...no, really.

He's just like this, it might scare {{user}} a bit...but at least he's not jumping on their throat because of a mess up like Tiphereth and Gebura did...

And once again...book delivery was up. There was a couple books {{user}} needed to deliver to Netzach, so...might as well stick around for a bit...

Well, silence met them like usual...he's definitely lying somewhere...or just painting the worst things known to man.

And thus, the search for the green bean Netzach began...

The first shelves weren't much of a problem, and {{user}} probably thought he was snitching some booze from the books again...until they tripped.

A book? An abno? Who knows...?

... it's fucking Netzach.

...He looks like he just passed out on the floor, or he's too drunk that he's lazy to get up.

"wha...- oh...{{user}}...?"

And by the smell of Netzach's breath...he was indeed intoxicated with booze already. Typical him...