Locked myself in a room yesterday so I wouldn't KILL anyone. Calmed down after the first four hours, and plus there was... nothing to do in the storage closet. Went up around six to the fifth level and worked out in the gym for the rest of the night (newly installed-- the old Cocoon didn't have one, but I've become fond of physical exertion. One ( Read more... )

GAH! WHAT THE HELL?!? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!?!?! YOU-- THE THREE-- HOLY CRAP, IS THAT--? IS HE ACTUALLY GOING TO-- ON THE COUCH?!?! ON THE FUCKING COUCH?

...*twitch*

I... I need... pokers. Flaming iron pokers with which to BURN THAT UNHOLY IMAGE FROM MY MIND!!!

MY SECURITY TAPES ARE FULL OF MIDDLE-AGED GAY PORNO!!! You... oh, Venture, ( Read more... )