Right. I was out for fuck knows how long, I wake up in a fucking ditch with fucking mudd in my shoes and fucking bugs crawling around in my hair, only to figure out I'm still in THIS FUCKING DUMP OF A MOTHERFUCKING SCOUT CAMP WANNABE CUN ( Read more... )

[Hiruma has been fighting the sloth for days, trying to stay as active as possible. It's a sort of fear of his to not get stuff done, whether it's useful or not like carving wooden figures. *cough* He needs to stay active. It's getting awfully tiresome, though, and it's gnawing on his good mood ( Read more... )

[Hiruma is sitting under a tree, and having taken out a more old fashioned weapon than his normal arsenal of guns, he's carving little figures out of wood. So far, he's carved his entire football team, and has started on a faceless enemy team. The finished pieces are placed out in a basic starting position on a swiped clean piece of ground beside ( Read more... )

[In view is Hiruma, sitting on his bed, piles of various rifles, handguns, ammo, grenades, etc, on the floor and tables. There's a pile of maybe forty cellphones on one side of him, and his laptop is resting on his knee. He's looking almost unnaturally happy.]

I think the motherfucking spirit of Christmas past was here or some shit.

[Hiruma has just been to the store, found and stocked up on ammunition for his many guns, and tried to make himself hungry by looking at food ( Read more... )

[There's the sound of footsteps, twigs breaking under his feet. He's muttering in a low tone of voice, a bit annoyed, but still somehow in good spirit.]

Che. Fucking forest. Whoever the fuck dragged me out here, I'm shooting their fucking balls off... If I get one single mosquito bite I'll stomp a fucking rose bush or something, you hear that, ( Read more... )