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Oct 07, 2008 12:39

All right, hell with what the Warden says, it still looks like I got here right after some big down-there shindigging... all these crowds tripping out an' over themselves like they've had too much of the local rotgut or they've lost their puppy dogs. Not that I can guess at lookin' much better... woke up feeling like I got clubbed in the face with a live Chaos demon. Ever seen one of 'em? Those things are nasty.

Hell if it's been years since I felt this bad though--sick right down to my stomach. Better not be losin' my touch--who know what sort of side effects all that touchy-feely magic-sharing shit B pulled early on this year, leeching Slayer powers out to our little army like candy on Christmas, y'know? Just to dust off a few uber-vamps on the side... who's to say if a Slayer's able to get wiped out by stomach flu now?

Whatever. That's over. So long's I stay alive and whole, we're five-by-five. Can't ask for much more, yeah?

Anyway, I hear whisperings here and there about needing to fight some sort of great Big Bad, one that don't sound all that human. Well, if there's anything I'm made for, it's scouting out things that'll eat your face off. Work before pleasure, right? C'mon people, where's the place to hang in Bizarro World?
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