SWS Log- September
His own:
Revenge. Good served hot or cold.
Too stubborn for their own good.
Angels, demons, humans. All are fools.
The devil has such sad eyes.
With others:
[Playing with Robbie, smiling and cutting]
Camp Chitaqua, it's time to play.
Anyone else thinking it's getting too quiet on the big evil front?
There are dreams that cannot be.
*examining ruined coat* I hate shotguns.
[Sam is outside since the weather's fairly nice, cleaning up a wound that's beginning to heal up from a small encounter he had recently. Ignore the blood if you approach him.]
Croatoan human tastes like such shit.
God never gave a crap, moron.
Revenge. Good served hot or cold.
Too stubborn for their own good.
Angels, demons, humans. All are fools.
The devil has such sad eyes.
With others:
[Playing with Robbie, smiling and cutting]
Camp Chitaqua, it's time to play.
Anyone else thinking it's getting too quiet on the big evil front?
There are dreams that cannot be.
*examining ruined coat* I hate shotguns.
[Sam is outside since the weather's fairly nice, cleaning up a wound that's beginning to heal up from a small encounter he had recently. Ignore the blood if you approach him.]
Croatoan human tastes like such shit.
God never gave a crap, moron.