shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

He was here, wasn't he. Gabriel.

 

vwho the hell is gabriel.

 

If Thats The Fucker In The Mask Who Thinks Getting Shot Is Good Because Its Someone Paying Attention To Him, Then Yes.

 

That's him. And it's my fault. He's probably just coming here to rub it in.

 

Gotta Love That Smell Of Self Loathing And Personal Backstory I Didnt Ask For In The Morning.

 

I know, isn't it wonderful? Ah well, mistakes are reminders to Do Better In Future.

 

Dont You Dare Be Sarcastic At Me, That Is My Monopoly And I Despise Competition.

 

I'm a doctor, we have a permanent license for sarcasm and bitterness. Generally one acquires it during residency.

 

Are you saying doctors are all Egyptian? This certainly explains a few things about my mother.

 

And here I was thinking that healers had a softer touch. More fool I for that, I suppose.

 

this is me, givwing up alllllll my sarcasm to a puny little vwiggler. nevwer gonna snark a soul again.

 

We are forged in iron and guilt. You can't imagine we'd all be gumdrops and unicorns?

Also, ya Fareeha, how does that explain how serious you are? You never want to have fun!

 

Egyptians are descended from the original doctors, don't ya know.

 

It is why I never became a doctor, Mother. I am incapable of the sarcasm required.

 

Clearly the source of your infatuation. My proud doctor heritage, clouded out by my proud military heritage.

 

Iron and guilt! I like that one, I must tell it to Cassandra sometime. Though I'm not sure what unicorn would be soft, they're rather bony and... dead... in my experience.

 

-Sawbones laughs- Oh you poor sweet summer child.

 

Teenage rebellion, I say.

-frowns because she is honestly still grumpy about this shit-

 

If they are dead then that must be a lot of distressed little girls in your world. Do you have to pacify them with an abundance of non-dead fairies instead?

 

Good. Know Your Place.