shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[GC:] No No No No No No No No No
[GC:] Dont Need Help Dont Need Pity Fuck Off Can Make It On My Own Makes It Better If I Make It Anyway Makes Me Stronger.

 

-considering head tilt-

...hot.

 

"He didn't say anything," Gwendolyn points out. "Do you have any class whatsoever?"

 

[Glitchbomb13]: Fuck no, not pity. Sometimes you need someone to loosen the bindings so you can bite people's faces off. And then you have more energy to do the biting with.

 

Mason's face turns red as he looks at the stranger. She gets it.

...what's wrong with him?

 

[She rolls her eyes] I don't like my possessions being ugly about shit! She's just LIKE acidic and angry, she'll learn better soon.

It's very cute that you think publicly talking about your pitch fantasies is a thing that will help your case, But it won't. I've got more dates than I have time and you're very low in points that would let you get farther ahead.

 

[GC:] No. Dont Need Anyone. Just Boom.

 

Oh, are you vermin calling "getting eaten alive" class? How cute.

 

[Glitchbomb13]: Won't push. But let me know if you need a break from it.

 

Mason raises his hand and blasts her with yellow light into the nearest wall, which she won't have been expecting.

"It's also extremely cute that you think I'd lower myself to actually do it, bitch."

 

MAYBE IT'S BOTH?

OH, HOW RUDE OF ME! I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF BEFORE ASKING QUESTIONS!
[as if that's the part that's rude]

I... AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I WOULD SAY WHAT I DO, BUT, WELL.
(IT'S TOUGH KEEPING TRACK, WHEN THE PLAYER JUST LETS ME REMEMBER ALL THE GAMES I'M IN...)
SO LET'S JUST SAY... I'M A MASTER OF MANY THINGS!
LIKE REMEMBERING IMPORTANT NAMES.
AND THERE SURE ARE A LOT OF BILLS AROUND HERE.

 

Fuck I hope not.

 

Gwendolyn turns to Jezebel. "You see? We can handle these assholes a whole lot better if we don't have to worry about you or Darth Stanford. Get your father out of whatever shackles she's got him in and go. For a really long run. And then maybe we'll still survive long enough for you to come back."

 

"There sure are! Just call me Wilhelm. And don't worry about being rude!" He grins, but the expression falls quickly as...

He saw this unfold, his body tensing up, his posture stiffening, and one hand moving away from his cane, just in case.

 

Alex glances at Wilhelm and shrugs. "She did sorta ask for that."

 

[... Except that does not work if she's 100% convinced none of these weakass aliens can cause her harm.]
I don't know what you expected to happen there, but I'm not looking for a kismesis. Piss off.

 

...Huh, I wonder if I could get my voice to do something like that!

Attention, queens, toms, and miscellany--

Oh. Oh, nope. Definitely not. Never mind!

 

*poker face* There's nothing prettY about helms. It's an uglY business, even if it's just pissbloods
And it just gets worse the harder You trY.

 

"Well, that was unexpected." Gwendolyn sighs as Mason stares at his hands.

 

"If fighting breaks out I get jumpy, don't worry about it." He takes in that it didn't seem to do anything anyway.

"No kidding!"