Anyone need me for the next couple hours? No? Good. It's Silent Hill time.
*swings metal pipe to rest on shoulder*

Gah. Gaaaaah. D ( Read more... )

Somehow I think this is going to end up being bad for me in the long run. Somehow I also see me not caring. *scoffs and grins ( Read more... )

Aw, MAN. What sort of Turk cuts his hand open on a DISH? This is disgrace above disgrace. Woe is all I know. *continues holding dishtowel against wound, snickering*

Obviously my attention is elsewhere.

Nothing quite like waking up, sitting up, taking a moment to gather wits and personal inventory and going
"... ... I don't recall that ever being there before."

Some days it was just really paid off to work at a place that indulged one's sense of bloodlust and antisocial apathy. Sure, one might end up with a few cuts, bruises, breaks, burns, bullet holes, and other such like, but you learn to appreciate that side of the game ( Read more... )

Day three-thousand-whatever. I don't know what I'm on. You know what? Fuck that topic ( Read more... )

Sister, don't worry about it. Please. It's nothing.

Hehehe. So I see it's a day that's at least celebrated in some worlds across the Nexus.

"Praise the Irish, we're gettin' SMASHED!" day. Otherwise knows as Saint Patrick's.
Considering some of my heritage, all I can say is... pass the booze before I deck you. I'll show you how the Irish really ( Read more... )

Tonight will be the... twentieth? Twenty-first night? Hell, I can't even remember. There's no distinguishing of days when you don't sleep. Sun rises, sun sets, and I'm working through 'em both ( Read more... )

*is randomly going to lick the next five people he passes*
*more specifically: lick a random area of exposed skin from the next five people who don't look like doing so may irreparably disease his tongue. There's nothing being said about physical damage dealt afterward for doing it.*

((Don't look at me, I just type what he tells me to.))