six; video; open
[ the feed starts with the fleshy thunk of Forge hitting a goblin, which hisses and squeals and dissappears off into some dark crevice. guess who just used it as a projectile weapon? the idiot who just smashed another goblin's skull in with an aluminium baseball bat.
the goblin stays down and Prussia staggers, just a bit, cheeks flushed and... more than a little drunk. he leans on the bat a little, like a substitute cane that's a little too short, casting about for his misplaced communicato-- ah, found it.
picking it up, he shoots a glare up at the heavens, teetering ever so slightly. drunken conclusions and an incredibly genre savvy about his brother's (and maybe even his? enough decapitations for them to be. ) stories ]
So she didn't even bother with the bear's heart, or the ribbons, or the stupid comb.
[ tch. a wry sort of smile, at the irony of it or something stupid and poetic like that okay ow, that's a cut there. ]
And then I couldn't find a glass box for the bastard.
[ so he threw break in a dumpster instead. not his best idea, but-- hey, you can fuck off because he said so and is kind of pissed off his face. now it's a scowl, trying to remember things because hey, the story was only written like two centuries ago; it can't be that hard to remember how it ends. except, oh, that's right, he's drunk. ]
Pretty they used some metal shoes to kill the bitch-- but then, she didn't have an army either?
[ huff. end feed. ]
the goblin stays down and Prussia staggers, just a bit, cheeks flushed and... more than a little drunk. he leans on the bat a little, like a substitute cane that's a little too short, casting about for his misplaced communicato-- ah, found it.
picking it up, he shoots a glare up at the heavens, teetering ever so slightly. drunken conclusions and an incredibly genre savvy about his brother's (and maybe even his? enough decapitations for them to be. ) stories ]
So she didn't even bother with the bear's heart, or the ribbons, or the stupid comb.
[ tch. a wry sort of smile, at the irony of it or something stupid and poetic like that okay ow, that's a cut there. ]
And then I couldn't find a glass box for the bastard.
[ so he threw break in a dumpster instead. not his best idea, but-- hey, you can fuck off because he said so and is kind of pissed off his face. now it's a scowl, trying to remember things because hey, the story was only written like two centuries ago; it can't be that hard to remember how it ends. except, oh, that's right, he's drunk. ]
Pretty they used some metal shoes to kill the bitch-- but then, she didn't have an army either?
[ huff. end feed. ]