*Pyro has been assigned as an architect. Pyro has no idea what to do about this. Building things is the Engineer's job, not his.*

Okay. Quick question: who knows how to build things? Because I sure as hell don't. And, uh...is anyone else missing their gear?

I went to Westport...And I'm going back soon. I'm picking up all of my equipment...Never go in unprepared. The place gave me the creeps, but...something's telling me I need to go back.

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If I don't come back...Assume I'm dead, alright? Are any of you going to go in with me? ...Safety in numbers and all.

...Got one of my axes back, but I'm going to hold off using it anymore. Medic, think you could help me out? I stopped the bleeding, but...

Barbeque at my house.

Bring your tax papers. 1486 Kramden.

*And yes, Pyro is out front, grilling. He's helping keep the charcoal fire going with kindling made of tax forms.*

...I'm hearing a lot of weird voices over the phone. The fuck is going on?

*Pyro sounds frightening to say the least. His voice is hinting at how unstable he's become through the paranoia and fear of the past few days.*

No...No. Not him! And I know Demo didn't do this shit either...especially not to Reisen ( Read more... )

*Pyro's regression isn't a fun one. He's sitting on the porch of his house, sniffling. He's holding what looks to be a poorly-made white rabbit plush...he looks to be about 8. He's trying to keep the right half of his face hidden as much as possible, despite the scars he's convinced he has aren't there.*...The mean kids are gone, at least. But ( Read more... )

*Pyro knows that smell; it's part of what powers his flamethrower, after all. He's mostly annoyed he still can't light fires*

...Miakis, please don't light any candles if you like the house in one piece. There's a gas leak...

...Looks like I got lucky.