You haven't seen Rube around. No, really, trust me, you haven't. He's been there, sure, but Reapers don't actually need food or drink when they're incorporeal, so he's been keeping himself from being a drain on resources. There's no waffles or bacon anyway, so he figures why bother ( Read more... )

"...well, that blew."

Randall T. Graves stares down at his own acid-eaten corpse which is slowly melting away from the downpour.

"No fuckin' thunderdome and then this shit. Rain is not supposed to kill you, man. I don't care how many fucking dolphins and koalabears and fucking... fucking bald eagles bit it. This is bullshit. I want my eight ( Read more... )

OOA: The Biggest Idiot Ever

[language warnings, as per usual... and no, I'm not doing the big grapic scene or anything. Not really canon for him. He doesn't have the BUDGET to die with special effects and FX makeup]

[Dante used with permission]

...you probably haven't been wondering where any of these people are. You probably have more important things to consider. This is a post-apocalyptic landscape, after all, and there's stuff to do. However, you do get an entrance post.

Even if you don't care. I'd gift wrap it, but then you'd think I was creepy.

Hamel... has gotten avoidy again ( Read more... )

Mun in serious need for distraction.

Ahem.

Hamel is quite pleased with life. Thus, because of the sort of luck he tends towards, he's settled on the roof and he's practicing his music to make sure he'll be able to deal with whatever HORRIBLE thing's going to happen next to cause trouble.

Pandora is around. And by around, one means... around ( Read more... )

Hamel is doing his usual rounds on the wall and around. Just because he's a lazy bum, a leecherous bastard, and a no-good jerk doesn't mean he wants to look bad in front of his mom.

Pandora is in 202. She's... well, the polite term would be 'redistributing' but mostly she's piling as much stuff into a small bag she'd found as she can so she can ( Read more... )

See that icon?

That's what Randal's doing.

Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.

That proactive spirit? That consideration for other people? That desire to help the community as a whole with his contribution?

Not here. Seriously.

He's sitting in 202, sipping a soda and munching on one of his Twinkies.

Hamel is sitting in 202. Partially he's trying to figure out if he's hungry or not. Partially he's trying to figure out if maybe the work he did in the battle at the magog farm this time might mean that people don't hate him ( Read more... )

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Mother."

Two men tumble out of absolutely nowhere onto the ground, rolling for a moment before jumping to their feet and clinging to one another, shaking.

"Oh my god."

"You're telling me."

"Did you see the--"

"And the--"

"The Billy Crystal-Robin Williams movie?"And they give a ( Read more... )