Doom XI: Doom of the Traveling Pants

Aug 26, 2008 13:23

11:30 AM - Christ, what's with the freaking helicopters this morning? I'm trying to play Guild Wars here.
12:30 PM - Still? Well, if it was some kind of fire or something I'd smell it. Sure are a lot of people outside... Dude, a vial of black dye. That's like 7 platinum right there.
1:00 PM - *sniff, sigh, go outside* Yeah... yeah, there's a bit of smoke across the freeway. Could you people not be on fire for five minutes?
1:24 PM -



Fuckbutter.

UPDATE: And as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. Just one of those California things. 75 acres total. The surrounding landscape is now reminiscent of Mordor, if Mordor was obscenely bright all the time. Orc surfers live here. Pictures. Some of the S-64 Skycranes flew in way low over my roof. Here's a closeup of one …which wasn't there, because I failed to grab my camera in time, repeatedly. But that's the kind of shot I would have if I'd been paying more attention instead of updating Livejournal like a dork, so let's pretend that I did. I do have some video, including them dumping water, which I may conceivably get around to posting.

photographic evidence, doom

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