[ Voice; ]

[heroisms]

I.

[ The sound of something...fleshy being smashed into the floor with great force. ]

WANT.

[ SMASH ]

THIS.

[ SMASH ]

CHIP.

[ SMASH ]

OUT.

[ Snarling; quite a bit of snarling, actually ]

NOW!

[ static ]

[ ooc: Gilly "stumbled" onto a nest of Metal Heads. Joy; I promise this'll be the last "hunting" post for awhile -_-;; ]

Comments

Taking the Emo train herself

[rex_britanniae]

...

Poor dear. ;__;

[heroisms]

Yes, Arthuria?

[rex_britanniae]

[mumbling]

No, it is of no importance.

[heroisms]

Speak, woman. I have no patience for guessing games.

[rex_britanniae]

[a snort]

Did you ever find out where yours has been implanted?

[heroisms]

No, I have not. Have you?

[rex_britanniae]

That is what I am making an effort to find out.

[heroisms]

Of course.

Sorry, she's a little snippy now ;_;

[rex_britanniae]

This is merely a suggestion, but perhaps your time would be better spent finding someone who can either locate the chips or remove them, preferably both?

He's realistically pissed at this -_-

[heroisms]

When I ever want the advice of a failed Cuckhold killed by her own son, I will specify to ask for it.

Oh, he's done it now ¬¬;;

[rex_britanniae]

Amusing, coming from someone with a failed attempt at immortality to his name and killed by a snake. By all means, get yourself killed again.

[click]