second snark | second level

[hellismyself]

[Daria's mentally grousing so hard she doesn't even realize she's accidentally hopped up on the second level ... where everyone else can hear her. 8|]

Oh, good. Just what a city with no electricity needs - snow. I was just thinking it had been too long since my last case of frostbite.

Comments

[grantmeamiracle]

[YEAH, the lack of electricity... has not gone unnoticed. She doesn't know that much about surviving without technology either, but hey.]

We'll have to find other ways to keep warm. Blankets and... maybe fires?

[hellismyself]

Preferably together, at the same time. Then we can all die of smoke inhalation before we have the chance to freeze to death.

[grantmeamiracle]

Oh! No! Not like that...

[hellismyself]

Why not? Out of the two options, death by smoke inhalation would probably be better. At least we'd be warm while we're asphyxiating.

[freakinbrutal]

Cry me a fucking river.

[See this? This is Michael rolling his eyes on the second level. Like a whole new level of not giving even a single shit. Daria, you're a lucky girl.]

[hellismyself]

[Oh boy oh boy.]

Do you mind? This is a private conversation.

[freakinbrutal]

You're broadcasting your complaining everywhere.

[hellismyself]

[Whoops, she hadn't realized that.]

You could just do the honorable thing and just ignore it.