shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

I thought the point of murdering was that the holes remain open until the frame goes grey?

 

I know how effective arguing with you about that really isn't. And you're not in my house, so Sev does not need to be worried about your activities.

 

Ok fine. I will have to settle with another hobby of mine. Poetry.

About murder.

Bones breaking
a lovely snap
twitching, crying
limbs artfully splayed
now bring the hammer down
skull crushed

 

See this is why I hate you. You stubbornly stick around and don't take my shit, but you're also not stupid enough to keep fighting outright. This is bullshit.

 

I believe Sev was talking about collateral damage, not the intended target(s). In which case I'll have to agree with him, if you're going to murder someone please keep the damage to your intended victim(s), otherwise you're just making life harder on the medics who have to come in and clean up whoever's left.

 

I am now laying on the floor glaring at the ceiling. You did this to me, Glasses. You.

Green, too green
A hideous lime
Not cool, soft jade
Or even violent olive
If I could paint the walls rust I would

 

What if my targets are many, many people? And I don't want any medics to be sent in to clean up? That's kind of what happens when you build bombs, they aren't exactly precision tools. Well some of mine are, but idiots can't use them right.

 

And you love it. *grins*

 

I understand "murder" to mean "a few specific targets," not "the whole damn habcluster".

...then again, I can't think of anyone on my homeworld who'd bother blowing up a whole habcluster either. Too messy and damaging. We weren't exactly on the level of "interstellar warfare".

(...precision bombs, you say? How much would you want for those, or what in exchange?)

 

yeah see, after a while the scale you think on when you think "destruction" gets kind of ridiculous.

 

I love only poetry.

 

I can only imagine. Wholesale destruction just seems wasteful to me, but then again apparently most planets don't seem to think of corpse reclamation as necessary resource management either.

...are your precision bombs not for sale? Where's that little horned organic who came in here with Clover, they seemed to know their way around explosives...

 

why splash the walls like
a clown? drip spatters of rust
traced in candy-red
filigree; sing black praise to
the beauty of enemies

*shrugs* I love only Valiska.
And all of the children. And my brother, and my moirail, and my wife's moirail...

Perhaps I even love well and enough to make up your share.

 

I had been mostly concerned with collateral damage, yes. As for the ongoing conversation about explosives... that is not a scale I've worked on. Much. And mine arequite precise thankyouverymuch. (Or holographic, depending. But then Nortec never should have left us a warning like that - what did they think we were going to do with a special effects machine?)

I'm glad I don't have to worry about people in the house right now. But there are people I care about here. Just. Pointing that out.

 

... What are you willing to pay? My work isn't too cheap these days, but I'm widely known to be a death merchant, and what kind of merchant doesn't sell their wares.

 

Yes Hello I Here Is My Catalogue What Interests You?

 

The answer is because I'm tired of looking at these fucking lime green walls. And lime green ceilings. And lime green floors. Even the windows are lime green. The windows.

Also you can keep my share of love. Don't need it.

 

Also I approve.

 

What sort of payment are you willing to accept? Galactic credit, Cybertronian shanix, barter, medical assistance? (Before you ask, no, interface is not a payment method offered. You don't seem the type, but better to cover that base now.)

...Well, small for you is likely miniscule to me, but things that are easily directed or reshaped-- minimal collateral damage is the goal, of course, but size isn't exactly a determining factor for power. Short-fuse plastics, maybe, getting out of range quickly isn't an issue for me.

 

I know, and you are dear to me, and I care very much for some people here, too; but she can't hurt anyone here, and there is nothing we can do about her actions elsewhere.

Do tell me about the special effects machine, though.