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Who: libertyfuckyeah and defendnhills
Where: EVERYWHERE THERE ARE MONSTERS TO BE KILLED. Starting at the weapons store.
When: After this and this
Rating: E FOR EVERYTHING DIES.
Summary: PRETTY MUCH THE BEST WORST WEIRDEST "DATE" EVER
the log:
When someone announces on a public forum that someone wants to fuck you, the immediate response is to ask said person to go raid the arms store with you.
Best. Priorities. Ever.
Now, bear with me, dear readers, as we delve into a little explanation: America is from 1969. He has just passed the infamous Summer of Love and Woodstock. Sex, in his mind, is basically another excuse to revamp society. He's also quite the stud. C'mon, look at him. If you are American and this guy struck up a conversation with you, do not even lie to me and say the thought of jumping his bones would not cross your mind. Don't even. Logically, by now, America is quite used to this. Sex is something that just kinda happens.
Luckily for everyone ever, he's more often than not too preoccupied with other things to put the moves on anyone. He also has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to basically everything except democracy, airplanes, and fighting communism.
And to fight communism, he needs as many weapons as possible. Long story short, he is currently standing outside the weapons store beating a cactoid with his E-Tool and waiting for one of the most patriotic men he's ever met come aid him in his quest to vanquish communism and monsters.
I'm not sure if cactoids scream, but America has smashed its face in enough that if it does, it's just making garbled noises by now.
YEAH, THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GIVING HIM FUCKING NEEDLE-HUGS. COMMUNIST.
Where: EVERYWHERE THERE ARE MONSTERS TO BE KILLED. Starting at the weapons store.
When: After this and this
Rating: E FOR EVERYTHING DIES.
Summary: PRETTY MUCH THE BEST WORST WEIRDEST "DATE" EVER
the log:
When someone announces on a public forum that someone wants to fuck you, the immediate response is to ask said person to go raid the arms store with you.
Best. Priorities. Ever.
Now, bear with me, dear readers, as we delve into a little explanation: America is from 1969. He has just passed the infamous Summer of Love and Woodstock. Sex, in his mind, is basically another excuse to revamp society. He's also quite the stud. C'mon, look at him. If you are American and this guy struck up a conversation with you, do not even lie to me and say the thought of jumping his bones would not cross your mind. Don't even. Logically, by now, America is quite used to this. Sex is something that just kinda happens.
Luckily for everyone ever, he's more often than not too preoccupied with other things to put the moves on anyone. He also has the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to basically everything except democracy, airplanes, and fighting communism.
And to fight communism, he needs as many weapons as possible. Long story short, he is currently standing outside the weapons store beating a cactoid with his E-Tool and waiting for one of the most patriotic men he's ever met come aid him in his quest to vanquish communism and monsters.
I'm not sure if cactoids scream, but America has smashed its face in enough that if it does, it's just making garbled noises by now.
YEAH, THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GIVING HIM FUCKING NEEDLE-HUGS. COMMUNIST.