[itp: the mingliest of fridays]

[crisscrossing]

[HEY, GUESS WHAT. It's Friday. You can tell, because the toucans seem to be stuck on repeat.

Despite that, it's like a nice, balmy night in everyone's home away from home, trusty ol' Camp Fuck You Die! So what are you up to this fine evening? Which seat will you take?]

(( DAY IN THE LIFE POST go nuts ))

Comments

[threshprince]

[After having enough relationship drama to fuel a dozen HUMAN SOAP OPERAS, you really just need to clear your head with some good old-fashioned gratuitous violence. But you can't do that to humans here, as much as you think they deserve it! So instead, you can be found alternately between your RESPITEBLOCK and the MESS HALL, playing an INCREDIBLY GENERIC TROLL FPS on your CRABTOP.]

[doubleornothiin]

[Upon noticing the familiar TROLLTAG, you go ahead and issue an appropriate greeting. You'd like to say the death was painless, but it honestly looked kind of messy.]

[threshprince]

CG: OH COME THE FUCK ON
CG: SNIPING?
CG: REAL FUCKING CLASSY.
CG: WHAT'S NEXT, SPAWN CAMPING?

[You are not actually sure he was sniping, but as you sure as hell didn't see him before you died horribly, you're going to claim it was.]

[doubleornothiin]

TA: ehehehe.
TA: come on kk.
TA: iit2 not my fault you make iit 2o ea2y to 2laughter your a22.

[threshprince]

CG: OH YEAH?
CG: PLEASE.
CG: THE LAG IS A HUNDRED TIMES DEADLIER THAN YOU.
CG: GET ME A COMPUTER THAT CAN ACTUALLY RUN THIS SHIT RIGHT AND THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S LAUGHING.

[doubleornothiin]

TA: iif you had any 2kiill at thii2 you wouldnt have two make the2e 2ad excu2e2.
TA: iid feel bad for you but hone2tly iit2 ju2t kiind of funny.

[threshprince]

CG: THAT JUST SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE TOO AFRAID OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I HAD ANY DECENT HARDWARE TO ME.
CG: INSTEAD OF THIS OLD
CG: ...
CG: IS THAT A FUCKING INCENDIARY PROJECTILE ACCELERATOR?
CG: ARE THOSE EVEN FUCKING IN THIS GAME?!

[doubleornothiin]

[They're not. You fire the INCENDIARY PROJECTILE ACCELERATOR in Karkat's direction anyway.]

[threshprince]

[You sit dumbstruck as you watch flaming chunks of yourself litter the virtual landscape. It takes you a moment to compose your reply.]

CG:
CG:
CG:
CG:
CG: YOU REALIZE, OF COURSE.
CG: THIS MEANS WAR.

[doubleornothiin]

TA: briing iit vanta2.
TA: iim quakiing iin my 2eat terriifiied of how completely 2hiitty you are at thii2.
TA: ehehehehe.
TA: maybe iif you 2hoot your2elf by acciident youll actually get a poiint.

[threshprince]

CG: DO I LOOK LIKE CA TO YOU?
CG: NOW WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU.

[doubleornothiin]

TA: are you 2eriiou2ly a2kiing?
TA: no wonder youre 2o hopele22 at thii2.
TA: plea2e come 2hoot me kk, iim over behiind the 2hiitty rubble piile.

[threshprince]

CG: OBVIOUSLY I'M NOT SERIOUSLY ASKING, DUMBASS.
CG: IT'S RHETORIC.

[That said, you are now looking around for any vantage points that would give one a good sniping shot at the PILE OF INCREDIBLY SHITTY RUBBLE.]

[doubleornothiin]

[It sure is shitty and full of rubble. Who thought this would make a good hiding place! Seriously.]

[threshprince]

[You spot an upper floor with a wall blown out that would give one a perfect shot at the PILE OF INCREDIBLY SHITTY RUBBLE, and so you throw an TIMED SHRAPNEL EXPLOSIVE at it, and get behind some cover.]

[doubleornothiin]

[You wave from the roof of an adjacent building, before firing off the INCENDIARY PROJECTILE ACCELERATOR once again.]

TA: 2eriiou2ly kk you make thii2 two ea2y.