[Well, here we are on the evening of July seventh in Ecruteak, and the video shows an overly-affectionate Arbok squishing a nerd in red and white.]

Y'know, Ecruteak's really--ow, Kotai--really nice. It's a lot quieter than Goldenrod. And it seems like a nice place to celebrate tonight.

[He gave a halfhearted attempt at prying off the cuddly Arbok ( Read more... )

[Otacon took a breath and sighed, adjusting his glasses--goddammit Liquid. Just...goddammit.]

I'm going to officially say two things right now.

First, Liquid Snake is an idiot. Second...er...okay, there isn't a second one, but Liquid's still an idiot.

[The Chatot on his shoulder whistled a short tune, perhaps to demonstrate just how much trouble ( Read more... )

Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.

Thanks for that, Liquid.

"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him ( Read more... )