Fingers must've healed. Not killing me anymore to slam a guard in the nuts through the bars. Guessing I'm at the fucking fighting arena. All they talk about is how much I'm gonna make them in bets when I kill a bunch of other anima
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And also just as likely to get a blunt object struck against the back of his head every time he voices his dislike of the situation, from the sound of it. They really did take my replacement into careful consideration, didn't they? I'd almost feel flattered if I didn't wish for their slow agonizing deaths and the arsonous destruction of the entire coliseum. ...But to answer your would-be request, I got my ass outta there by being beaten to within barely an inch of my life after mauling and nearly killing one of my masters...over which I admit some disappointment in myself, as my goal was to outright kill him but I managed to fuck up that task. Though to be fair, I'm pretty sure they were trying to kill me as well and had most likely figured I would die from my injuries. So they fucked up also by underestimating my ability to survive. Which means, if you want to get out...fuck things up for yourself enough to end up expendable, kill your keeper and then survive them trying to kill you in return. Oh, and have someone come get your almost corpse afterward. They'll probably be happy to get rid of your body when all is said and done.
Bastards don't get close enough to try that anymore.
So I gotta rely on dumb fucking luck? Sure as hell what it sounds like to me. The big prick in the sky must love your ass. Fuck that anyway. Ya been a fat lot of help, yanno?
Lucky you. Despite me regularly trying and threatening to maim them, they never seemed to learn any better. ...At least until I actually managed to succeed, I guess.
Pretty much. But I went into it not really expecting much to begin with. It was either do that or watch them kill the kid I was trying to protect. ...Which...they almost succeeded in doing as well. Thankfully arena fighters are a hardy bunch, it seems. ...And I've learned that *She* enjoys laughing at my misfortunes in life, but then I've long since realized that the Goddess of Fate is a colossal bitch and I am just a plaything to amuse Her. ...Though maybe that's the real reason I survived, come to think of it. Kind of hard to watch me continuously fuck up if I'm dead. Such a thoughtful deity. Watch as I give praise to Her by raising a middle finger up at the sky. And I'm a fuckton of help. You're just probably not going to like my answers, is all. You're in the arena and the place is like a fucking prison for anima fighters and just as fucking difficult as trying to get out of one. Of course, I suppose you could always try to fight your way out of the underground maze and escape if you're feeling extremely sure of yourself. I personally wouldn't bet on your success, though.
Dumbass. You maim first, threaten some more of it later. Got two of 'em that're still walking funny after I crushed their balls. Just sorry as hell I wasn't transformed so I could rip em off.
Guess I'll have to make you eat your words there, Sunshine. Like hell I'm gonna sit around this place like an impotent loser scratching my ass waiting for some Goddess of whatever to get the wand outta her ass and fix everything. Thanks for being a ray of fucking light.
I guess I felt it was only fair to forewarn them that they were going to end up regretting their actions. And people say I can't be polite at all. But busting their balls wasn't high on my list of things to inflict on them. Largely because even if it hurts like a fucker, they'd eventually stop cradling their crotch and get back up off the ground. Maybe it's my tiger instinct, but I had a bad habit of going straight for the throat.
...Heh~ Been a while since I've heard someone dub me as "Sunshine" for my responses. But suit yourself. I'll just start gathering supplies to build your casket in that case since you'll need one. And more than happy to oblige~ My cheerful disposition is always here when people need it most.
For a tiger your fighting instincts suck. You go for the balls so they drop the shit they're gonna bash your head in with when you go for the throat. First rule in kicking someone's ass is you make sure you disarm them.
Figures you'd make a great mortician, Sunshine. For fuck's sake, don't crack a smile or some shit like that. Ruin that whole doom and gloom crap ya got going on.
The ones you interact with are actually stupid enough to drop their weapons? You really are lucky~ Mine always held onto theirs with a vice grip knowing that even if I personally didn't grab it, one of the other disgruntled fighters would and then would proceed to go apeshit in stabbing everyone with it.
Are you trying to flatter me now as well~? All that sweet talking is going to put a blush on my pale pasty face and that certainly can't be good for my image either.
What sweet talking? If you're gonna hit on me, then I gotta tell you I'm taken. And once I get out of this fuckpit, I'm gonna find him and we're leaving this damn place.
Excuse me while I proceed to do a whooshing motion over the top of my head. For the sarcasm here has been completely missed this time. And we were doing so well up until then.
I'm sure I haven't. Nor have you from me in the least. Largely because for once I don't have to worry about the pain and am too doped up on whatever the hell this is that they gave me for it to really give much of a fuck about anything right now.
No, sorry. I have a dick. ...Or was that just a lame attempt at mocking my taking advantage of what's offered to me for once? ...Or was it simply making note of female genitals? I can't blame one for that if it's the case~ Girl parts *are* very interesting~
...But to answer your would-be request, I got my ass outta there by being beaten to within barely an inch of my life after mauling and nearly killing one of my masters...over which I admit some disappointment in myself, as my goal was to outright kill him but I managed to fuck up that task. Though to be fair, I'm pretty sure they were trying to kill me as well and had most likely figured I would die from my injuries. So they fucked up also by underestimating my ability to survive. Which means, if you want to get out...fuck things up for yourself enough to end up expendable, kill your keeper and then survive them trying to kill you in return. Oh, and have someone come get your almost corpse afterward. They'll probably be happy to get rid of your body when all is said and done.
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So I gotta rely on dumb fucking luck? Sure as hell what it sounds like to me. The big prick in the sky must love your ass. Fuck that anyway. Ya been a fat lot of help, yanno?
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Pretty much. But I went into it not really expecting much to begin with. It was either do that or watch them kill the kid I was trying to protect. ...Which...they almost succeeded in doing as well. Thankfully arena fighters are a hardy bunch, it seems. ...And I've learned that *She* enjoys laughing at my misfortunes in life, but then I've long since realized that the Goddess of Fate is a colossal bitch and I am just a plaything to amuse Her. ...Though maybe that's the real reason I survived, come to think of it. Kind of hard to watch me continuously fuck up if I'm dead. Such a thoughtful deity. Watch as I give praise to Her by raising a middle finger up at the sky.
And I'm a fuckton of help. You're just probably not going to like my answers, is all. You're in the arena and the place is like a fucking prison for anima fighters and just as fucking difficult as trying to get out of one. Of course, I suppose you could always try to fight your way out of the underground maze and escape if you're feeling extremely sure of yourself. I personally wouldn't bet on your success, though.
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Guess I'll have to make you eat your words there, Sunshine. Like hell I'm gonna sit around this place like an impotent loser scratching my ass waiting for some Goddess of whatever to get the wand outta her ass and fix everything. Thanks for being a ray of fucking light.
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...Heh~ Been a while since I've heard someone dub me as "Sunshine" for my responses. But suit yourself. I'll just start gathering supplies to build your casket in that case since you'll need one. And more than happy to oblige~ My cheerful disposition is always here when people need it most.
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Figures you'd make a great mortician, Sunshine. For fuck's sake, don't crack a smile or some shit like that. Ruin that whole doom and gloom crap ya got going on.
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Are you trying to flatter me now as well~? All that sweet talking is going to put a blush on my pale pasty face and that certainly can't be good for my image either.
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What sweet talking? If you're gonna hit on me, then I gotta tell you I'm taken. And once I get out of this fuckpit, I'm gonna find him and we're leaving this damn place.
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Excuse me while I proceed to do a whooshing motion over the top of my head. For the sarcasm here has been completely missed this time. And we were doing so well up until then.
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