HOW CAN WE DANCE WHEN OUR EARTH IS TURNING

[carnysatan]

WHO: Samchan and Carnkun
WHERE: IN THE DARK DESERTED OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN….. like an empty field or something. Idk.
WHEN: evening of the 5th
WARNINGS: this is the most inappropriate log ever it is so dirty that you will just have to adblock it for the rest of your life
SUMMARY: TIME TO RESTART THE FAMILY. Sam’s gon’ start recruitin’, but he needs

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[antiduality]

It was fun smashing up decrepit buildings and killing off the occasional straggler who wandered the outskirts of the City; Carnage had been keeping away from the big busy areas, recuperating as his symbiote slowly mutated to fit the surroundings. It was strengthening, bit by bit, adjusting to being outnumbered by those superhero fucks.

So there he was, just remodeling an old piece of condominiums, as violently and loudly as possible.

BRACKET TIME GO

[carnysatan]

[And there he was.

In all his glory.

Carnage.

Smashing apart... what was he doing? It was probably best he didn't ask.

Seedies up behind him.]

Lovely night!

I'M JUDGING YOU

[antiduality]

[Carnage knew Samuel was there at least ten seconds before he actually came up behind him, but pretends not to notice, instead just flinging a chunk of concrete over his head. Narrowly missing, and then he turns, all six-foot-six-feet of symbiote. TRYING TO LOOK ALL INTIMIDATING]

I din' notice!

um wow buy forever

[carnysatan]

[Frowns a little as the piece of debris sails over his head.

Well.

Then.

He regains his composure by the time Carnage whirls around and gives him a nice, soft, angelic, pristine smile.]

You wouldn't.

[Pretending not to be impressed. Samuel stares at him silently for another moment before peering behind the symbiote and eying his masterful... artwork.]

Are we trying to accomplish something here?