shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Not quite immortal, but near enough by now. Made enough powerful enemies that they'd drag me from the depths to make sure it keeps going. 'Insurance' was what one of them called it, too.

 

Well, I'm not surprised other folks use the same word for it. Sounds sucky, though, them doing that to you.

 

-laziest shrug in the 'verse- Means I'll live long enough for them to regret it.

 

That's a nice spin on it. *grins*

 

It's New Year in the writer's locale, and I'm Schrodinger's Drunk (am I drunk in this thread? Yes and also no!) but for now we'll go with 'yes' in spirit of the occasion.

So let's raise a glass to those who finished last, here's to the worst of us 'cause we've got all night!

Tonight I wanna make it real
Close my eyes, feel it ride up my spine
Radiate out my limbs into air
Make it electric, make it electric
Make it electric, make it electric
I've got to know I'm still alive

 

-raises tankard full of grog-
hyu know how szkome people, like splodes, make firework? itszk worse here.
-distressed dog noises-

new szweep reszkolushzkn?

 

-wanders in, groaning- Hoy, troll keed vit der coffee, ken hy haf sum? Mine hed iz killink me.

 

Szkure.
{You brew up a pot, and hand @Cosmina Kastellan a big mug.}
That, or I szktill got szkome grog from... laszkt night?

{the szk sound is a sh, then a short hissing sond, and then a short, guttural click. Seems like someone can't pronounce her s properly at the moment.}

 

-Take mug- Hy luff hyu! -gulp half of it down, then blearily tries to give @eyefishSoup a suspicious look- Do hyu got en ecksent now or em hy chust schtill dronk?

 

-drags himself in- Deed sumvun say coffee?

 

Juszkt drank. drenk. whatever. makesz szkome szkoundsz weird.

 

Ho, yaz dot. -in tones of deep despair- Mine cup iz empty

 

-leans sadly over Mina's shoulder- Hy duzzn't effen haf a cup! Zo mine iz effen MORE empty!

 

I knew it waszk a good idea to brew up a big pot...
{You refill Cosmina's mug and pour Mirror a mug the same size.}

{And then you take another swig from your grog tankard.}

 

Hyu iz der best. -one armedly hugs Oneira-

 

-clutches the mug as though it's the only thing capable of keeping him alive- Bezt leetle grey ting.

 

Troll. -sips coffee- Iz e troll. Bot not der bridge keepink kind.

 

...Ho? Hokay! Bezt leetle troll. -chugs coffee-

 

-zombie voice-

Coffeeeeeeee.

 

Sometimes I think Weirdmaggedon Tango's subtitle should be "coffee is my moirail"