[ Normally your screen would be filled up with Jack's complete lack of shirt and skin covered from bald-head to steel toed boot in tattoos, but today it is not so. Instead, there is only this hideous abomination. If the brightness makes your eyes bleed, we advise you to take off your 3D glasses and look away ( Read more... )

[Nihlus is on screen in his usual position: on a couch with his arms and legs crossed. There are two differences this time, however. The first, is that he has an assault rifle resting in his lap. The second is... more entertaining. Turns out the event's effected him, too, for he's wearing an extraordinarily festive Hanukkah sweater, complete with ( Read more... )

You're kidding me. Oh you are kidding me.

This...whatever this damn thing is, it's inefficient. Type with fingers? You need a damn hand to speak? I guess technology here isn't at all like home.

Whatever. I'm not calling to bitch. I'm used to getting information, and I plan to keep it that way. Speak up boys and girls-and whatever else is here. Does ( Read more... )

Yo Harry. [WOW THAT STILL SOUNDS SO WEIRD TO HER.]

So I think this place has a really shitty sense of humor, but I found this [She holds up a necklace... one that you may or may not recognize.] and it's got a tag on it for you. Doesn't mean jack shit to me, so... if you want it, feel free to come by my humble abode and get it.

[And by humble ( Read more... )

( Always cutting for language... but it's not so bad this time. )

( Intro cut for language... )

Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you were knocked out. Maybe you were in the middle of a fight, maybe you don't even remember what you were doing at all. But regardless, you remember the darkness. It's crushing, all-encompassing. It fills your lungs and presses it's weight down on your shoulders, suffocating, overwhelming. It's so dark you can't tell ( Read more... )