86th post

[ladybirdshit]

in the mountain: There's a city waiting for you on the other side of the gate. It's quiet inside and you can tell that the city has seen better days. Now it's half empty and there are only few residents on the streets. They look familiar, don't they? In the middle of the plaza is a small pedestal and on top of that a dim crystal. It's not bright or impressive but clearly Important.

in the forest: Uhh trees?

[ mission: caaaaaaamp! ]

Comments

[rhymeswithdesign]

[so bad at it.]

You don't look bloody dead to me, which means it isn't too late.

[onsanityfair]

Too late to what? Go into hiding and spend my life running away from things that go bump in the night? Been there, done that, got a bloodstain on the tee shirt. Way I see it, all the rough stuff is part of a fair trade because Destiny or whatever, I love being the Slayer. I wouldn't change it even if I could, and who got incarcerated and made you my father anyhow? Stow the sermons and the helpful suggestions.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[well that's a can of worms and no mistake.]

Nobody should be that enthusiastic about murdering people. Pretty sure that's what Nietzsche was talking about.

[onsanityfair]

[ now you've done it.

grabs his face with tiny teenager hand and all of the strength of a mess of monsters to yank him down to eyelevel with her. ]

[ stone cold. ]

Okay, I gave the Gandhi gig a try. Now I am gonna show you enthusiastic about murdering in about fifteen seconds, Connery, unless you shut your mouth. Capiche?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[the gandhi thing makes him laugh, a little too loudly for being right in a murderous teenager's face.]

You know Connery's not English, right?

[onsanityfair]

[ this would be exactly where he earns himself that black eye. ]