First Keloid

[bikkoism]

My leg and eye are back. I won't lie, this is kinda freakn me out. I haven't had these things since I was a kid.

Anyone mind letting me in on what's going on round here?

Comments

[legberjack]

You're a calm one, aren't you? Refreshing, most of the dumbasses here are whiny bitches.

[bikkoism]

Hah! I guess I don't see much point in strugglin against what you can't fight. Plus this place might end up being fun!

punctuation, my most hated enemy

[legberjack]

You ain't got no clue, do you girly? The hell do you even come from, to make this shithole "fun" in comparison, you know?

Oi, amputee, eh? Got your pieces back? Don't get used to it.

I feel you ;w;

[bikkoism]

Suppose I don't! I just got here after all. What makes it such a shithole?

I'm not gettin used to it anytime soon. Still wobbly, I think crutches are easier than havin two legs.

[legberjack]

You ain't stepped outside, have you, lady? --Oh, right. You can't do that. Heh.

You know much about history?

[bikkoism]

I'm not that bad off! I managed to get out on the porch. It really is pretty out here, nothin like the big city.

Nah, not too much. Never been one for history. How come you're askin?

[legberjack]

Welcome to 1950's America, lady. Or what those bastards want us to think it is, you know? You better enjoy it, because there's no way out.

You'll find out soon enough, you know.

[bikkoism]

I guess that explains the clothes, huh? I'm not much for dresses but clothes sound like the last thing I need to complain about.

It's nothin too bad though, right? I mean everyone's okay and all afterwards?

[legberjack]

Oi, if you mean brainwashin' and reanimation of the dead, sure, lady. Tch! You even fucking hear what I said?! No way out of this goddamn shithole! Enjoy your poison and acid rain and killer drones, because, you know what?

You're gonna rot here like the rest of us.

[bikkoism]

Guess I am, huh? That stuff sounds terrible, but I guess I'll just have to figure out a way to live through it.

[legberjack]

Calm one, ain't you? Tch, boring!

[bikkoism]

Would it be more excitin if I was scared out of my wits? Sorry, I'm not that kinda girl.