http://salamancer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] salamancer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] animus_network2011-07-14 09:43 pm

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 This is rather interesting.
The note I received upon arriving claims that my world was destroyed, and I have been saved. I’m quite aware it was destroyed, thank you, and I was already saved from the clutches of death and his absurd variety of board games by the game I happened to be playing at the time. In fact, I believe the fact that I was playing this game was the very reason the world was destroyed in the first place. If anyone were to need to be ‘saved’ from this coming apocalypse, it would be someone left behind on earth, would it not? Not I, who was in a certain definition of the word, quite safe where I was.
If it’s not too much for you, my apparent ‘saviors’, I would much appreciate if I were to be placed back exactly where I was previous. I had far too much to do, you see, which was of significant importance to the future well being of myself and my companions. Without me to guide them to safety, your predictions of a destroyed world will in fact come true, and it is simply something I cannot stand for.

[identity profile] parappa-strider.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh fuck, trolls? You have got to be kidding me, they're going to be all over us with their tongues trying to taste our blood or some shit. I really don't want to be dealing with creeper aliens on top of everything else.

Also I like how you pointed out Terezi in particular. I hope you aren't implyin' anything.

[identity profile] parappa-strider.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
You so were. John and Vriska were totally a thing I'm not even kidding. He really wanted a piece of that creepy alien spider ass. And I'm pretty sure Kanaya had the hots for you at some point.

And hell if I know, she's honestly the only troll that I've gotten to know. There was some hilarious clown troll who had this awesome rap-off with me, and then this amusingly awful troll I managed to scare the shit out of. But yeah, honestly I wouldn't really mind seeing Terezi, she's kind of hilarious.

So what in the world are we supposed to do now that we're stuck here? John and Jade are still in trouble, are we supposed to break out of here dramatically like we're in one of John's awful movies, saving the day by implausibly kicking a ton of ass?

[identity profile] parappa-strider.livejournal.com 2011-07-16 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[This is him completely not caring that she ignored his lesbian inferences, he's used to it anyways.] Oh god you've got to tell me how that went. Also personally I think my death was a lot more unpleasant. Being shot full of lead by a silly girl kind of sucks, and knowing that it's going to happen sucks even harder.

Anyways I honestly don't want to stick around here any longer than necessary, so fuck learning about this place, it's pointless. Honestly I'll just be glad to fly all the way up to that stupid Green Sun and kill myself while simultaneously saving all of you ungrateful bastards. Anything is better than being caged up in here or something. I mean damn, I was fucking ready to go and everything.

[identity profile] parappa-strider.livejournal.com 2011-07-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Fine. Let me grab my shit too, then. God you wouldn't believe the stuff they shoved into my box of wonders. At first I was like, sweet, this shit is cool, had some of my posters from home, some shitty weapons like usual, even fucking apple juice. Then I found a smuppet and thought, okay, disturbing as hell. And then at the very freaking bottom? Say hi to fucking Lil' Cal staring right up at me! I was about to chop him to bits when he suddenly disappeared. He's wandering around my room now, I swear it's driving me crazy, the sooner we get out of here the better.

Anyways, enough of my creepy ass experiences with that hell spawn, let's go.

[identity profile] parappa-strider.livejournal.com 2011-07-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, sounds good to me. Alright I'll see you there. Hopefully I can find something to actually carry all of my crap in, might have to tie it up into a blanket or something retarded looking.

[And he's off to go pick up his crap from his room.]