shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

uh, theres an error with the gender on my registration form, and its going to take them weeks to process it?

 

Get your hands off of me!

 

I CAN WAIT

 

did i say weeks? i meant months. years, even. get off my dick.

 

I CAN STILL WAIT

 

what part of 'get off my dick' is so hard to understand.

 

I AM NOT ON YOUR DICK

 

metaphorically. leave me alone.

 

I CAN TEACH YOU BETTER METAPHORS, THOUGH.

 

why go to a place where i can get insulted and harassed with misshapen letters stamped on my carefully crafted work when i can do ANYTHING else and enjoy myself?

 

Sorry! -flails, various nearby screens go staticy, reboot, ctd, and/or bluescreen-

 

... what's happening? Are you okay? Is the world okay?

 

[All six of Onyx's eyes turn different colors for a moment, and she shudders.] What are you doing?

 

-makes a squeak that sounds like another "sorry!" and burrows into their jacket-

I didn't know I could do that! -breathe. Breathing is good. They're practicing "don't blow up the Behemoth" exercises they were taught-

 

Where do I sign up?

 

*produces a COLLEG website out of thin air*

HERE!

 

It's fine, little one, it was just-- it felt odd. [She blinks rapidly until her optics are at least only three colors instead of six.] Are you alright?

 

Don't trust it, you'd learn more from Alternian schoolfeeding, which is about 75% propaganda.

 

Mleb.

 

(Oneira produces a blanket from somewhere. It smells of Merwolfmom, and a bit of Chroma. She approaches Static slowly, smile on her face)
Hey. Anything I can do?