OKAY. Show of hands? Who wandered into the fucking cornfield. Don't be shy. Raise 'em up high where I can see 'em. Okay? Good. Now how many of you idiots actually ate from the cornfield?

....Uh-huh.

Do me a fucking favor and knock your head against something hard for me.

I don't care where you're from, what you used to do, or how many things you know ( Read more... )

[It's the wee hours of the morning and it's... Actually the first night's sleep Peter's gotten since showing up here that's been anywhere close to decent. So he still looks like hell, just slightly less so at the moment. When he speaks, it's quietly, and he keeps glancing off-screen as if to make sure of something.First things first. I might have ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, in the background you can see a small camp set up outside the barracks wall on the northern side. There's a cheerful fire burning in a small trench dug into the ground,with a nice shank of meat spitted and roasting over said fire. There's also a good-sized tent - though you can't really call it that, since it's made of solid ( Read more... )