... What? Message? Piss off.

( Heat's Log Archive )

I'm not leaving my room again. At all. Ever. (I didn't think it got any worse than yesterday...)

I can't explain it, but for some reason thinking of this person makes me feel happy better.

What the hell.

[ooc: Randomly chose another player. Lucky Shigure, I guess? >_>;]

I feel a disturbance in the Force.

Oh, wait, that's me. Heh heh.

So let me get this straight. Whoever's running this place dumps me in here, pisses the hell out of me, makes me deal with people I don't know and don't like (which is everyone), and then they give me the ability to kill things with my mindFrom what I can tell, this hotel wants all ( Read more... )

To anyone in the hotel hunting all the demons:

Bring it on. The Embryon aren't afraid of fools. If you wanna die, come find me, heh.

( Private to the Embryon )

HEY HEY EVERYONEEEE ( Read more... )

....

I....

The Playstation is gone. The game is gone.

....

I WASN'T DONE.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

What the hell happens in the end?! DID ME AND SERPH REALLY DIE OR WHAT?!

(Why did I keep taking breaks to burn off my hair?! I could have gotten an extra hour's worth!)

DAMN THIS HOTEL!

What the hell? My hair wasn't three feet long yesterday... Though that was pretty much my height, so...There's this... thing... in my room. ... "Playstation 2"? It's some weird-looking machine, hooked up to the TV. As if that wasn't weird enough, there's a little box on top of it ( Read more... )

.... What.

WHY THE HELL AM I A CHILD.

I was never a child in the Junkyard. We never even saw any kids!

( Private to the Embryon as usual )

The robot-creatures of this hotel are working their way towards an early grave in the scrap heap ( Read more... )