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Well, that was shorter than I expected it to be. And I almost made it a whole year without getting cursed again, too ( Read more... )

[Grif can be found at the bar, apparently hellbent on drinking himself to death as quickly as he possibly can.]

((1% spent on Donut's performance as Officer Hot-Pants.))

So, it looks like Simmons finally disappeared. Man, talk about good fucking riddance. No more having to listen to his bitching, no more finding his stupid lists of rules tacked to the door, and definitely no more of him playing that goddamn fake recording of his. I have to say, that's taking petty bullshit to professional levels, building up a ( Read more... )

[ Private; Pathetically hackable ]Oh, fuck, Sanji's gone. Goddammit, I don't want to have to smoke alone again. At least I don't have to take my helmet off to do it, I guess. Just when the weather's really starting to improve, too. God, this is all such fucking bullshit. I keep hoping I'll wake up and it'll all turn out to just be a really shitty ( Read more... )

Mmm, man, these donuts are delicious. I love Christmas! Free shit, dude, sign me up ( Read more... )

[ Private; Very hackable (It's Grif, come on.) ]

Goddammit. I was hoping he'd be fooled for longer than that. But nooooo, stupid Simmons has to go and remember me first. Laaaaaame. What's that recording even from, anyway? No way I said any of that shit voluntarily ( Read more... )

It was just a dream?

Hah, of course it was just a dream. It was too dumb to be real. People don't survive getting run over by fucking tanks, and I'm all in one piece, anyway, so there.

God, that fucking sucked.

( It was cold, dark, and undeniably creepy: the perfect horror movie atmosphere. )