May 13, 2009 20:52
So, introductions. My name's Eyepatch. I didn't fucking pick it, so don't ask. Howdy, salutations, how do you do, and that whole routine.
All right. I've been here about twenty-four hours. Give or take... something. I don't know. Whatever. Not important.
What I've learned so far:
First of all, Charger is the biggest fucking asstard I've ever met. I might only have a day's worth of people meeting credibility, but the point still stands. Great fucking party, man. Let's do that again in... never.
Second, Zombie might actually be a zombie. He hasn't gone for my brains yet, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. I suspect he's biding his time.
Third, there's a lot of beds and no toga party. The latter makes no sense to me.
Fourth, there's giant ants somewhere that can eat people. What I don't know can't hurt me.
Fifth and sixth, you can talk to people through these journals. Communication is key. No one can remember anything. Blah, blah, blah.
What it all comes down to is that there is one thing I haven't learned, and it's more important than any of the aforementioned bullshit:
Where is the cigarette supplier?
I'm almost out. First person with a good answer gets to be my new best friend!
Food would be nice too.
c: crow,
c: prongs,
c: raise,
c: kazahana,
c: cecdan,
c: ghost,
c: bastet,
c: rocket,
it's a boy!,
c: lucy,
c: kanin,
it's always amusing at zombie's expense,
i c wut u did thar,
c: zombie,
need smokes,
!ic,
c: npc!charger,
this question is really a demand