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deadpanlife) wrote2012-04-25 06:48 am
deadpanlife) wrote2012-04-25 06:48 am
laugh at stupidity
In hindsight, perhaps you should not have sedated Kalfour.
Or maybe "Kalfour" wasn't the right name to use anymore, because the monster who was wearing his skin and burning down the jungle certainly was not Kalfour. Nor was it the other monster who made you have to sedate him in the first place -- where that one was the sort to have a chat with you before he slit your throat open, this one had absolutely no sense of subtlety. If the whole "burning down the jungle" thing didn't make it already obvious.
You have decided to use "it" to refer to them.
You are in your hive, which was a surprisingly good place to hide in because it didn't seem to think you'd hide in such an obvious location. Besides, it seemed to be having a whole lot of fun watching your world burn to the ground. And oh, how it burned. You know how it burns because each death is a stab to your thinkpan, and there is life stuffed into every single square feet of this world, overflowing from the brim.
Surprisingly, you Keep Calm, and sit at your husktop and type away. In one of your Trollian windows is a wall of HAA HEE Hoo Hoo, and you ignore it.
??? passiveSampler [?PS] at ?:?? opened memo on board IMPORTANT MESSAGE
?PS: he||o
?PS: if you are reading this
?PS: i am |ike|y a|ready dead
?PS: i have discovered that no, just when i think we coud|d not possib|y be more fucked up
?PS: that yes, we can get more fucked up
?PS: guess how
??? restlessMedium [?RM] AT ?:?? responded to memo.
?RM: HoW PS
?RM: TELL US
?PS: case in point
?PS: oh when i said i am |ike|y dead
?PS: i meant permanent|y
?PS: this is my second |ife
?PS: and i have probab|y fucked a|| of us over through my wonderfu| decision making abi|ities
?PS: sorry about that
?PS: my wor|d is burning and so is my thinkpan
?PS: do any of you have any idea what it fee|s |ike to have your brain p|ugged into your who|e p|anet?
?PS: and then someone starts pu||ing out all of the connections at once
?PS: vio|ent|y
?PS: actua||y no, you probab|y don't know
?PS: none of you give a shit about p|ants anyway
?PS: haha
?RM: YoU SoUND BITTER PS!!!
?PS: i figured i wou|dn't have made it through this game anyway
?PS: i can't say i understand what you were thinking when you invited me, Phaest
?PS: sorry
?PS: maybe Samsra was right back then
?PS: that we just doomed ourse|ves harder by de|aying it
?PS: meteors might have been preferab|e to getting cu||ed by a psychopath
?PS: twice
?RM: RUDE!
?PS: shut up
?PS: if any of you haven't noticed
?PS: which is apparent|y the case since it's just me and him in here right now
?PS: Ka|four has comp|ete|y f|ipped off the hand|e and i am hiding
?PS: i cannot hide forever
?PS: and i am going to die right here on my burning p|anet
?PS: i |eave it to you to decide what you wi|| do
?PS: though for the record
?PS: if that thing does not die?
?PS: you fuckfaces all deserve to die too
?PS: thank you and good bye
??? passiveSampler [?PS] closed memo.
You can hear it laughing at you, mocking you, finding you absolutely hilarious, inside your own head. It's only your imagination, but you wouldn't doubt if it was true.
You walk to your garden, and you look to the pots containing convallaria majalis, the Lily of the Valley, the Ladder to Heaven, the pretty little bell-shaped flowers. And you reach down and tear the plant up from the roots, apologizing for the pain you have caused it, and you stare at it.
You are Kaprao Ocimum. You are seven sweeps old. You are going to die and you are going to die alone. You have known this for a long time.
(And you hope they die alone too.)
You have decided you are going to make your death difficult, filled with sweet, sweet poison. Poison only you have built up a resistance to, over the sweeps.
It's the least you could do for a highblood, after all.
Or maybe "Kalfour" wasn't the right name to use anymore, because the monster who was wearing his skin and burning down the jungle certainly was not Kalfour. Nor was it the other monster who made you have to sedate him in the first place -- where that one was the sort to have a chat with you before he slit your throat open, this one had absolutely no sense of subtlety. If the whole "burning down the jungle" thing didn't make it already obvious.
You have decided to use "it" to refer to them.
You are in your hive, which was a surprisingly good place to hide in because it didn't seem to think you'd hide in such an obvious location. Besides, it seemed to be having a whole lot of fun watching your world burn to the ground. And oh, how it burned. You know how it burns because each death is a stab to your thinkpan, and there is life stuffed into every single square feet of this world, overflowing from the brim.
Surprisingly, you Keep Calm, and sit at your husktop and type away. In one of your Trollian windows is a wall of HAA HEE Hoo Hoo, and you ignore it.
??? passiveSampler [?PS] at ?:?? opened memo on board IMPORTANT MESSAGE
?PS: he||o
?PS: if you are reading this
?PS: i am |ike|y a|ready dead
?PS: i have discovered that no, just when i think we coud|d not possib|y be more fucked up
?PS: that yes, we can get more fucked up
?PS: guess how
??? restlessMedium [?RM] AT ?:?? responded to memo.
?RM: HoW PS
?RM: TELL US
?PS: case in point
?PS: oh when i said i am |ike|y dead
?PS: i meant permanent|y
?PS: this is my second |ife
?PS: and i have probab|y fucked a|| of us over through my wonderfu| decision making abi|ities
?PS: sorry about that
?PS: my wor|d is burning and so is my thinkpan
?PS: do any of you have any idea what it fee|s |ike to have your brain p|ugged into your who|e p|anet?
?PS: and then someone starts pu||ing out all of the connections at once
?PS: vio|ent|y
?PS: actua||y no, you probab|y don't know
?PS: none of you give a shit about p|ants anyway
?PS: haha
?RM: YoU SoUND BITTER PS!!!
?PS: i figured i wou|dn't have made it through this game anyway
?PS: i can't say i understand what you were thinking when you invited me, Phaest
?PS: sorry
?PS: maybe Samsra was right back then
?PS: that we just doomed ourse|ves harder by de|aying it
?PS: meteors might have been preferab|e to getting cu||ed by a psychopath
?PS: twice
?RM: RUDE!
?PS: shut up
?PS: if any of you haven't noticed
?PS: which is apparent|y the case since it's just me and him in here right now
?PS: Ka|four has comp|ete|y f|ipped off the hand|e and i am hiding
?PS: i cannot hide forever
?PS: and i am going to die right here on my burning p|anet
?PS: i |eave it to you to decide what you wi|| do
?PS: though for the record
?PS: if that thing does not die?
?PS: you fuckfaces all deserve to die too
?PS: thank you and good bye
??? passiveSampler [?PS] closed memo.
You can hear it laughing at you, mocking you, finding you absolutely hilarious, inside your own head. It's only your imagination, but you wouldn't doubt if it was true.
You walk to your garden, and you look to the pots containing convallaria majalis, the Lily of the Valley, the Ladder to Heaven, the pretty little bell-shaped flowers. And you reach down and tear the plant up from the roots, apologizing for the pain you have caused it, and you stare at it.
You are Kaprao Ocimum. You are seven sweeps old. You are going to die and you are going to die alone. You have known this for a long time.
(And you hope they die alone too.)
You have decided you are going to make your death difficult, filled with sweet, sweet poison. Poison only you have built up a resistance to, over the sweeps.
It's the least you could do for a highblood, after all.