Ed and Eddy are outside, throwing rocks at his window, even though he's asked them a million times not to do that. Eddy throws pebbles. Ed throws the biggest rock that he can find, shattering the window pane.

It's hot in the cul-de-sac, but not unbearable. It's summertime. It's going to be the fourth of July soon, and all of the kids have that ( Read more... )

[Double D looks into the camera, blinking, an uncertain look on his face. He's holding a lump of post-it notes, which he's carefully aligned back into a block, and for a moment he doesn't seem too sure what to say. Finally, though, he clears his throat.]

...I have to admit, the first dozen or so of these were actually sort of appreciated. It was ( Read more... )

In light of the circumstances of this week, I feel as though it would be pertinent to ask if those of us who are still here are by any means aware of how many of us are still left. How many have pressed their buttons, on purpose and otherwise? Have we all considered the consequences of this action?

If the effects of the buttons indeed be malignant, ( Read more... )

...Would anyone happen to have a semi-permanent black marker that I could borrow? I'm in a bit of a...spelling bee champion's predicament, if you will.

[There's a bit of shuffling. Then an exasperated sigh.]

Curse the contemptuous being who thought it would be funny to misspell something on my body...I feel so morally wronged...

[The video feed begins broadcasting, knocked unintentionally by a thin hand belonging to the adolescent boy who now owns the Faciliberry. He looks nervous, but at the same time fixated on what he's doing, which is adjusting the way his bed has been made, muttering to himself as he goes at it.]

Hospital corners, hospital corners...how hard is it, ( Read more... )