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[reddeadvirtuoso]

is it too much to ask for a little fanfare for the end of the universe?
i mean come on im out there busting my ass to do damage to an oversized electronic that a two year old could do with gravity a hard floor and fifteen seconds of irresponsible parenting
the least i could get is some fucking fireworks when the universe ejects you from existence!
but fine whatever
first order of business
who the fuck took my shovel?
you give me my gun and my rad pjs and you dont give me my shovel thats stupid
second order of business dont step on the black globs
it sucks and its stupid
third order of business dont eat the eggs here theyre fucking nasty
like seriously poultry doesnt even come in that color
maybe they made it from the black globs

Comments

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Bullshit it can't. I said I'd fix your new grimdark makeover so I'll do it whether it's impossible or not.

[Look at how many shits she gives about your opinion right now, she is rapidly approaching the zen point of anger and hardcore determination.]

[tortileghostwriter]

... I can't say that I recall this conversation, but moving on from that...

[it's not that he wouldn't welcome it, he's practically desperate actually. he just doesn't see how it would be done]

Then let's find a way, shall we?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Well it happened. I don't think I was actually talking to you since you were batshit loco already, and the only one left to talk to was on a pandimensional internet connection.

[And a grin.] Hell fucking yes-- that's what I'm talking about. Just you wait, we'll turn your head into a self-sufficient bachelor pad in no time.

[Not that she really had any idea how to fix it but uh. Damn if she wasn't gonna try.]

[tortileghostwriter]

The less I hear about that the better, I think, if it's all the same to you.

[he's lost himself to Yggdrasil once before here it really wasn't pretty]

I'm rather fond of this plan, inasmuch as it can be called a plan...

[don't worry there are tons of people here who might know something about how to deal with this shit. WE GOT THIS

stregafam could probably at least work as people to bounce ideas off of, they know a feel pretty close to this one well enough.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[DAVE'S ACTUALLY APPROVING HER PLAN CALL THE PRESSES

But nah, she does obey his request, instead turning on her heel to stand next to him and throw an arm over his shoulder even if he's a bit taller than her shut up and gesture to the space in front of them as if there was some kind of battle plan in the air.]

It is the best plan, OK. It's a flawless plan. Just leave it to me.

[tortileghostwriter]

[EXORCISMS, EXORCISMS EVERYWHERE???]

... oh, yes. Yes, this is absolutely bound to end well.

[SUDDENLY HE HAS CERTAIN MISGIVINGS, WHEN SHE PUTS IT LIKE THAT]