[So, you all remember Russia's tank? Yeah?

Screw T-34s, Roshia's got herself a T-90.

Options:
1. There is a Roshia, with a cast on her leg, standing in her driveway smirking at the tank.
2. There is a tank moving down the street. Thankfully, it's on the street, not the grass. No drunken tank races here at the moment.
3. 766 Bunker Street (a.k.a ( Read more... )

Would like to thank everyone for coming to New Years party.

Little Hungary, Roshia has books for you.

Meriken, [A pause, trying not to burst. Out. Laughing.], was nice to have tea with you.

[The first thing she notices, waking up, is that it is warm. And that is enough of a danger signal to send her to instant alertness.

Siting up she realizes this is not her room, this is not her home, the grass is green outside her window, and there is someone in bed with her. A man, with piercings in his ears and on his face.

She slaps him.]

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