[You hear the clanking sound before the screen flickers on - the sound of a Forge scattering across the ground, its buttons colliding with the floor - first audio, then visual and now ( Read more... )

Intoxication is such a poor excuse for bad behavior.

Not that I've happened to see any of late. [Except Teresa making out with some guy. Shut up, she's not jealous.] Actually, for the most part I've seen a good deal of [incredibly annoying] altruism and gathering of supplies - let's all get together and make soup kitchens and stock up ( Read more... )

[Someone looks bored. It's Roxanne... and she's currently sitting on a rock in the ruins, and wiping blood off of her sword.]

This city isn't terribly interesting when there aren't murderous elves or ridiculous mood shifts, is it? And really even the moods can be trying. As interesting as it is to watch people lie about in the streets. [Hint: ( Read more... )

[You're looking at a Door. But you're not looking at Anatole, not at all. Instead - a smaller town square, currently littered with broken cages, broken bodies. Roxanne clicks her tongue as she moves closer to the Door, and as she walks, the air is surrounded by the spray of blood from the monsters she cuts down with every step ( Read more... )

There's venom in your honey from some strange, exotic thing - a spider, perhaps, or one of those snakes ( Read more... )

You know... for all the complaints about it, I must say that lust can be quite lovely, really. After all, lust is only a strong desire. The urge to taste something, or to hold it. To touch it.

[At this point, video flickers on. Roxanne appears, at the moment, to be lounging on a rather fluffy set of red blankets and pillows, wearing the basic ( Read more... )

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