shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

im dead.

 

A year and change. I didn't like having having to sync to drive. I went Phaeton; didn't like the stupid helmet that comes with going Delphi.

I went to space! I have a giant fuck-off ship!

I don't need to be the ship!

 

FINE, BUT NO YANKING THE FOLLICLES OUT OF MY SCALP. TREAT ME AS THOUGH I WERE A FRAGILE HUMAN MAIDEN

UNLESS YOU MEAN...I WAS GOING TO SAY OLDER-ME BUT I'M PRETTY SURE I'M ACTUALLY OLDER, HOLY SHIT. UNLESS YOU MEAN SIGNLESS, IN WHICH CASE I'M PRETTY SURE THE ANSWER WILL FOREVER BE "NO AND FUCK OFF"

 

My name is Kankri.

 

[Micah] You never needed to be the ship! You could have learned instead of trading the rest of your goddamn life for it!

[Stalker] -I break all my everything fistbunp. He's wearing his deadboy armor, which has clearly been through hell. One pauldron has a ding very clearly shaped like a head. It has received a sub-par repaint in places, slightly off from the original color. The whole back is scratched with deep talon marks from the one time he played live bait for a gryphon- He'll get over it. He has Opinions about juicers.

 

See we're gonna get on just fine then.

 

HOW UNFORTUNATE FOR YOU

I'LL KEEP IT IN MIND, THOUGH

 

What

No

God No

We Might Even Have To Break Out Multiple Gods For The Level Of God No I Need To Express

Its Your Hair You Dork

 

yeah.

so whats my shitty disparaging nickname.

 

Fuck I don't know. I need time. You can be Insert Name Here for the time being.

 

HA HA, SHIT. I HAD TO MAKE SURE

YEAH, FEEL FREE TO--CAREFULLY!--UNLEASH YOURSELF UPON MY TOUSLED LOCKS

 

k

 

Y9u g9t the sentiment right, th9ugh.

*Scratches his teenstache.*

 

So what do we do now, Insert Name Here.

 

drink the blood of our enemies

 

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE AN EMACIATED CATERPILLAR GLUED TO YOUR TOP LIP, AND FRANKLY I'M EMBARRASSED *FOR* YOU. HOW OLD EVEN ARE YOU??

THIS IS NOT SETTING A GOOD PRECEDENT FOR VANTAS LIFE EXPECTANCY. I'LL HAVE TO TROLL DAVE AND LET HIM KNOW TO PREPARE MY EULOGY

 

I'm...

*Stares at his hands. Fuck, how old IS he.*

9lder than six.

 

OH, CHRIST, THEY'RE WORSHIPING A WIGGLER

 

Sounds good to me.

 

-She sips a colorful juicebox and pulls out a laptop to dink around on.-