Hey! Anybody else's house zombies going completely fucking off the handle--

[CRASH.]

Shit.

[The feed falls into complete darkness with a rustling of fabric. Apparently, it's been stuffed in Travis' pocket. Though nothing but the inside of his jeans is visible, the noise of footsteps, Travis' breathing (interspersed with profanity, of course), and a ( Read more... )

[The feed snaps on not a few hours after the ultimatum is delivered concerning the 'one' vs 'five' argument. However, half the lens is in darkness while the other half is fogged up too much to tell what's going on.
Until whatever it is holding the device barks. And it's loud.]

Damn it, Dog. Stop chewing on that! [A bit of a struggle later, a certain ( Read more... )

Where the fuck is Ema Skye.

[Riiiise and shine, Bell Pointe! Someone sounds groggy and hungover this morning~]

Fuck the sun. Why do we even have that thing.

More importantly. A couple questions for you guys. One: can you delete blog posts on this thing? And two...

Who the hell is Jensen, and why's his fucking fruit basket in my house? I didn't ask for a roommate. There are ( Read more... )

hoooleeesshti what ios wrong with you people isnt there something to do here i just darnk with a bnuch of teenagers

what the hell am i doin'g anymore/ i dont even know any of you

everybodys gone now

like always

oh FUCK me i'm shitfacde

a,sdlafsdonlkm,.sadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[ring ring ring ring.]

Pick up, damn it...

Holy shit, it's like motherfucking Shaun of the Dead in here!

[Somebody is past the "freak the fuck out" stage of meeting his housekeeper, clearly.]

Guys. Poll. Should I call my zombie Simon or Pegg?

Hey. Now that we're not all floppin' around in the water.

What happens to people when they disappear here? Names disappear from the phone book sometimes, and their phones don't work anymore after that, either. [He's tried Fiona a couple times without any luck...]  As far as I know, there's only been one murder here.

Oh, yeah. Zoey. Henry.
...Sylvia.

[ ( Read more... )

Hey, whoever got off their ass and moved some of the snow out first? Thanks a bunch, dude. Gives the rest of us a good place to start shoveling.

["Rest of us" meaning "everybody but Travis", who's going to be going at the snow with one of his beam katanas.

More out of boredom than any desire to help, BUT HEY!]

Anybody up for a snowball fight or ( Read more... )

[After this conversation, Travis feels that he owes his dear brother an aggressive friendly shouting match conversation over the phone. Mumbling darkly to himself as he walks, Travis pulls out his phone and dials Henry's number.

Ring ring ring ring ring~]