Oh, Ra-zer~

[There might as well be a "dear" trailing after that. Erol leans back, idly tossing a sharpened knife to himself. The balance on standard cutlery is horrible, but he's handled them so much for so long that it doesn't throw him off.]

I'm going to teach the crocadog a little lesson in a couple days.

I would be terribly remiss if I ( Read more... )

Hell-o~.....

The Baron's User ID is off the network.

[A low, distinctly unhinged chuckle.]

Oh I do believe this makes me a free agent.

[We're in business, boys.]

Ha-HAH!!

Last one there's a rotten Stinger egg.

[Erol, of course, is already there, as the rev of a zoomer engine in the background proves.

He's probably not going to sleep for a few days. Racing is far too important to interrupt with petty things like sleep, which is for the weak anyway.

Yes it's an open commentlog.]

Ugh... motherFUCKER.... feel like I got run over by a fucking Blast Bot...

Razer, y'want that drink still? I'm game.

[text]

Akagi. Didn't skip out on you. Meet you tonight. Where do you want it.

[audio again]

All of you who thought to mess with me while I was sick... I saw that.

Don't think you can get away with it anymore.

Be seeing you

I'd like to say I want to know what the hell is wrong with everyone's ears, but I don't actually care. Freaks.

Rather annoying that the only normal people around here - well, relatively speaking, never thought I'd say that about the eco freak - all apparently think I have been involved in two explosions, both fatal. Mixed up with robot versions ( Read more... )

[ahem]

Whomever is responsible for this...

I want my gun, my knife, and my BOOTS returned immediately.

Waking up to seasickness in a strange location is bad enough... But taking my things...?

Well it fucking guarantees whatever violence you'd hoped to prevent by taking my weapons. It's been a while since I did strictly hand-to-hand combat but I'm more ( Read more... )