[Event]

[memoryistime]

*So, you're out in the city. Between the evening and god knows what time in the early morning, maybe like 3 or 4? All you know is that during these times, it's pretty damn cold out

Comments

[tsunnysunday]

You know that fucking bottle is empty, right, you retard?

[memoryistime]

Oh, yes, but if I hope hard enough, maybe it will be magically replaced with a full one, sometime.

[tsunnysunday]

Wow, you are a fucking dipshit.

::Looking at your cards, standing over you.::

[memoryistime]

Yes yes the comments are endless about it. If you want, you can fix the problem by going and getting me the strongest tasting alcohol you can find. Then everyone will be happy!

*... it's a bunch of cards in variety, really. Some good. Some bad. Some just plain awful, like, who the hell is still playing this stuff quality. But he seems to be separating the LIGHT (and some DARK) cards away from the mass he's collected.*

[ogrewarrior]

*and that's a massive man who smells like a brewery, in a military style jacket jogging. And puffing on a cigarette.*

"...Insomnia, or just not human?"

[memoryistime]

Neither, I'm a figment of your imagination, sitting here and telling you that smoking while jogging seems like it'd be defeating each other's purpose.

*It takes skill to say something like that with a completely straight face. He goes and drinks from the empty bottle again, realizing for once that he's doing so and cursing at himself, shoving it back into the bag* Need to stop doing that.

[ogrewarrior]

"Well, something's gotta kill me, because the world isn't moving fast enough to."

*he gestures to the air, then shrugs*

"Well, you seem to be drunk and sarcastic, so, maybe you ARE a figment of my brain."

[memoryistime]

You're right on the second thing, not so much on the first. I can honestly say that I'm completely sober. I could drive a car and everything!

Not for lack of trying, of course. I mean, I am just a figment.