Voice Post [002]
After nearly a week 'ere, I've come to conclude the following:
One. I'm in a desolate, possibly zombie-infested shithole known as Tano, muchly inhabited by people like me in that many don't know what the 'ell they're doin' 'ere.
Two. I'm blind. Y'know, I've had bouts of clawing my eyes out and such--blimey, I was so drunk then--but I'm really, one-hundred percent, blind. Right, well, that's something I can get past. I think.
Three. For some reason, I can't stand on my two feet, and I think my fleas are back. Also, I smell like dog. I'm used to smellin', y'know, but not like a mongrel.
[ooc: Muds is a messy-lookin' puppy. :D]
One. I'm in a desolate, possibly zombie-infested shithole known as Tano, muchly inhabited by people like me in that many don't know what the 'ell they're doin' 'ere.
Two. I'm blind. Y'know, I've had bouts of clawing my eyes out and such--blimey, I was so drunk then--but I'm really, one-hundred percent, blind. Right, well, that's something I can get past. I think.
Three. For some reason, I can't stand on my two feet, and I think my fleas are back. Also, I smell like dog. I'm used to smellin', y'know, but not like a mongrel.
[ooc: Muds is a messy-lookin' puppy. :D]