shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

...I mean this started with "if he's stupid enough to disrespect a predator." Keep your weapons on the threat, that's... that's just common sense!

 

*wraps her tail around @Itch * There, thou shouldn't be cold anymore.

 

Yeah. well, don't go pickin' fights that are to much for ya.

 

nah, nah, im still a little cold. think youre going to havwe to covwer a bit more of me up.

 

Wait here. *drops Itch and walks over to Siegward* Can I have some of that soup?

 

hey, hey, vwhoa, vwhoa, vwhyd you let go?? thats the OPPOSITE of vwhat vwas supposed to happen. get back here.

 

Haha, finally someone wants to drink my soup. take as much as thou need. This is made daily

 

*Takes the soup and walks back to Itch*. Here, try this.

 

*sits next to Siegward* So, why do you keep telling everyone it's so good. It's just soup.

 

On the contrary, my boy, it is a soup that tastes like anything thy like. It's mostly for the undead, like me, but I have no doubt that at least one person would come for seconds.

 

Anything you like?

 

*Chug.*

 

Anything you like. Chicken, flesh, meat, plants, anything.

 

Well, then, I'd like to try it. Do I have to choose the taste consciously in my head or does it automatically get my preferences from my brain?

 

Undead? I can understand the "anything you like part". But undead? So are you like a zombie or something?

 

*Pours the soup into a bowl* Immediate preference ought to do it.

Well, yes, kind of. It's complicated. I can can;t stay at rest until my task in life is completed. Again, this is what most of the people from my world is like.

 

Feeling better?

 

Thanks!

*makes himself a spoon and begins to eat the soup*

 

A Dank Piece Of MaryJuan

 

Right, yes, I'd say we're all downright rotting.

You should take a proper gander at the fat oaf under all those layers of onion armor, now. Hehehehe...