Last I checked, coughing up blood was not part of the human condition unless Tyche had ploughed her figurative wheel in the wrong direction.

Killing one's chess pieces before they have met the board makes for a poor game.

The child.

Someone take it.

Now.

[Transmission starts with a very-close-up of a little girl's eyes--she can't be more than six--while she presses keys and sniffs in frustration while she tries to get the thing in front of her to work. She has backed herself into the corner of the room with the laptop, in an attempt to find security. She sits back against the wall and stares ( Read more... )

I'm not wearing that. Any of it. It's highly impractical and I'd rather not consider where it came from. So unless anyone has something more suitable, it's either a bathtowel or the bedsheets.

And just how did I become unemployed in a matter of hours ( Read more... )

Twelve creatures not entirely dissimilar to the Hydra hatch in the complex--and people start naming them.

I thought the Romans were deranged enough with their Moray eels.

If I see a single one of them, I will kill it and feed it to the garbage disposal.

[OOC: This incident is completely fictional, for the record.]Man kills his wife and three children in cold blood. He gets off because the only witness is partially blind. Now, even though she identified him correctly and forensics gave it their best shot, this somehow pushes the jury out of the realms of "beyond reasonable doubt" and back into " ( Read more... )

It has taken me til now to realise the full implications of Shadow never sleeping while the Night rests.

My father is in the room with me at all times.

Erebus--I would appreciate it if, should you ever get your godhood restored, you could conveniently forget anything you may remember from inside my bedroom... and the lounge and the kitchen ( Read more... )