shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

No thanks man I'm good you enjoy that yourself

Dude I frag literally 95% of the ship I'm pretty sure it's been well established that I have no taste

 

*There's a folding chair, where did he get the folding chair.*
ASSHOLE

>_<
`_´

*Throws the chair at a wall. The chair just shatters and breaks apart like holy shit how hard did you throw that.*

`_´

 

Neat name. I LIKE IT

^_^

*YEP STILL ANGRY, KICKING CHAIR PIECES*

 

I can see the resemblance.

-she's surprisingly naked, given she usually covers up as much as she can. She's starvation-thin, body covered in scars she couldn't or didn't bother to treat as well as the ones on her face. Many are long, deep, deliberate, and placed where they'd be painful or immobilizing but not lethal. "CREATURE" is carved in jagged letters across her back-

 

I... I was hoping you liked him because I am all about him having friends?

 

Oh.
-_-

I can do that no problem. Pretty fucking easy! Blowing shit up is SORT OF my specialty, you know?
^_^

Well the day before it was a party and the day before THAT was a party so current trends seem to indicate... A PARTY.
!_!
*_*

!_!
o_o

DO YOU WANNA FUCKING GO?
`_´

 

[Gestures ten seconds into the past at the "venture is an indiscriminate bastard with no taste in friends" comment]

 

WHO SAID I WAS MAD ABOUT YOU? I'LL FIGHT YOU THOUGH. I'LL FIGHT MY OWN ASS.
!_!
>_<

 

[He just goddamn tackles him. WHY NOT. THIS MAY HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE. HE IS STILL VERY NAKED AND VVRENCH IS WEARING A LOT OF STUDS.]

 

-cheers both Wrenches on indiscriminately-

 

!_!

*Falls because he wasn't EXPECTING THAT*

FUCK YOU!

*Rolls and pins with more strength than toothpick limbs should have*

`_´

 

(Skyfall preens. In the depths of her brain module, however, is a new entry, neatly filed away: Venture of Petrohex: Susceptible to compliments.)
Aw, thank you, darling! Say, why don't I treat you to a drink?

 

FUCK YEAH PARTY *pushes over a vase and chants FIGHT at the fighting*

 

(..sits up to blink at the fighting Wrenches)

(The Fighting Wrenches, the SPR's new sportsball team.)

 

!_!
[He attempts An Escape. By god, he will punch this guy in the face if it's the LAST THING HE DOES.

Failing that, he also attempts a knee to the crotch.]

 

if one or both of them dies, I call dibs on the corpses

 

*Gets caught in the face, awkwardly moving his mask upward to expose his mouth*

Fuckerrr-- SHIT.

*And there's the knee to the groin. Well fuck you too buddy, he's just going to bite alternate-himself on the neck because fuck you that's why*

X_X

 

Wouldn't say no to something sweet and shiny as long as we stay nearby. [Gestures vaguely to the six-foot-tall bittybot playing in the pool they've temporarily claimed. He can't quite remember if Skyfall is from far enough along the timeline to be part of babygeddon, but it should be clear enough, right?]

 

You need an intervention bro.

Yes yes we get it I have good taste.
[Despite himself he may be edging away from the squishie. Rage he didn't cause himself is... not good.]

So do you want to negotiate payment or nah?

 

I can keep an eye on the kiddo, too!