[Karis has gone exploring again, for lack of anything better to do. She's getting tired of simply boozing herself up everyday, believe it or not. She sulkily kicks her way through the field of flowers, making sure that she's leaving a nice trail of torn up plants and dirt. She comes to a quick stop with a start as she finds herself facing an open ( Read more... )

Hey. Hey Bryn.

Guess what.

Anyone else around here an engineer? Or have some tools I can use to tinker with? Might as well do something slightly worthwhile....

[Karis' zombie!face flickers into focus as she examines her communicator curiously.]

So, this thing is supposed to- Oh, there it goes.

[Karis laughs and grins victoriously.]

Boo, kiddies.

[And the video cuts.]

You chuckleheads have fun. I'm locking myself in my room with some booze and watching the sparks.

Same shit, different cage.

[There's a clatter of glasses, the scrape of a bottle over a table and then the distinctive sound of someone gulping down a glassful of something or other. The glass clatters back to the table and for a moment someone fumbles with the communicator before Karis' voice finally comes through, a bit too loud and slurred by drink.]Hey, so... as long as ( Read more... )

So, this island is great and all, but when do we get to go back to our floating prison? I want this trip to be over already.

[Karis' voice sounds a bit slurred.]The best way to forget the voices and shut them out is to pretend they don't exist. Build a nice little wall and then He can't get you. Then he can't drag you back. He can't make you think you want it again. You forget that He was ever there ( Read more... )

I told you it was a bad idea, but noooo. No one ever listens to the zombie. What do I know? I'm just a dead person.

Ironically, I'm th' one who lived and the rest of you stupid fucks ended up dead or horribly injured. Sucks to be you guys.