shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Oh My Fucking Pisstained Ironic Mascot Breeches Do You Have An Inkling Of An Understanding What "Undersocialized (Even By The Standards Of Antisocial Murder Hell Planet) Bugfuck Crazy Grenade Hobo" Usually Implies? Heres A Fucking Hint: Its Not "Has A Healthy Or Productive Way Of Approaching Relationships, Emotions Or Communication"

There Was That Thing That Shut You Up Real Quick, Dont Remind Me Now Itll Come To Me In A Second.

 

edgy.

 

"If you know you're being unhealthy and unproductive, then take a step back and think, Chroma." Mabel sighs. No wonder Chroma and Clover are pale.

 

You Say That Like It Should Be News To Me

 

No. That Way Lies Death.

 

4gr33d!!!!

 

You utter fucking walnut, that's what your clade is for, to keep ewherryone off your back while you do that.

 

the fuck evwen is a clade.

 

Where Do I Find A Neon Sign That Says "Trust Issues" That Gets Delivered To A Dreamspace At Ass O Clock

 

(Reed waves to the space next to her and one appears; she considers it and then sits down directly beneath it.)

 

You do so grand and educated and you don't know what the fuck a clade is? Dude.

((we stole the term from boattrolls, where it denotes your quadrants and the people your quadrants are quadranted to))

(Oneira opens her mouth to say something, sees Reed's reaction, and instead points towards Reed and the sign.)

 

Oh Come The Fuck On I Have To Share Now? No.

No.

 

-a siami hands her a smaller trsut issues sign scratched onto an energon cube shard-

 

yeah, because im pretty sure you pulled that term out of your ass.

 

[Chroma takes the sign. So cute. Oh no.Wait shit she has to out troll the Mi.]
Thank You. Hey Look Glowy Shit Ganderbulbs, Mines Handmade By A Tiny Fluffball.
[She will treasure this forever]

 

(squints) is this some kind of ... trick??

do i really even know you

 

-pirrs- Mi!

-mi giggles smugly-

 

Well Duh, Obviously Not. I Dont Associate With People Who Have Shitty Off The Rack Self-Deprecating Signage.

[She holds out a palm for high-fiveing, making sure it's i mi-range]

 

-paw five!- Mi crafting, very exclusive!

 

[Yet another transformer materializes in the rave, this one mainly black with dark purple accents (and suspiciously shiny, new-painted patches in the middle of each wing). He looks around at all the aliens, then down at himself, and scoffs.]

Either this is the stupidest dream I've ever had, or the Allspark is really not all it's cracked up to be.