Hey... would you eat

a Prinny...?

[To Jan Valentine. 90% unhackable. The syllables are slurred due to damaged anatomy.]

Celebration's canceled; I won't be at the Northern Lights for 'bout a week... A 'lil skirmish got me weathering unpleasant injuries... The flesh is fucking weak.

I gotta proposition for you. I'll tell ya when I got my health.

[To Teddie. 90% unhackable.]There's ( Read more... )

Fuckin' nothin'; this god damn place has no functioning metalworking equipment that is fit for the job ( Read more... )

ooc: The relationship post has been updated.[The viewer is led to misconstrue the nature of the input; it is video, not audio, but the surroundings are pitch black. A discerning eye might catch the vague contours of abandoned things and know better ( Read more... )

[The sharp collision of metal resounds and dies with the fluctuating echo of a small item tumbling over a complex of silver pipes on its downward path to the asphalt, a dozen meters up from the industrial balcony where Toshi lingers at. Footsteps pervade as he walks the metal installation in search of other unhinged bolts. They are quickly acquired ( Read more... )

A lot of us are starving. No supplies from the great benefactors and most of you incompetent school kids can't hunt for shit ( Read more... )

[The function is initiated, but dialogue is absent; the hum of distant machinery acknowledges the device is running in audio mode. A minute passes. Low breathing grazes the periphery of sound. It is uneven, by a small measure, laboured ( Read more... )