Dad. What the fuck, dad? Now? You do the Apocalypse now?

I was enjoying myself, damnit.

So screwed. We are so screwed. Wait. Is this Pit time?

I need a sword. And a grenade launcher.

Among the great things about working at a teaching hospital are the stable hours, the renown, and the pay isn’t too shabby either. Among the downsides, however, are the hotshot medical students. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be too harsh on them-I used to be one, after all. On the other hand, that’s exactly why I know just how bad they can be ( Read more... )

I didn't have a mother before. My mortal mother decided to cut me off. I don't really understand this holiday all that much, but I do admit that once or twice I have thought about having children of my own ( Read more... )

I have never been much on celebrating this American holiday. My mother was Russian and she didn't mind not receiving gifts. Even if she had I'm sure she kept her mouth quiet because my father wouldn't hear any complaints from her. The only way I honour mothers is by my cage fights and the money I donate from each match to spousal abuse programs. ( Read more... )

So blah blah blah we were gods, but guess what? We're no longer gods, so screw it. Might as well live our mortal life, everything we were be damned. We're no longer that.

Oh and we may all die soon in one of these bloody games of fate, so before that I'm going to party.

Also, fuck you Loki, clean your own damn messes from now on. [deleted; ( Read more... )

I need a new place to live.

[Through the course of the last week and a half Achilles had gone through a restlessness that even his PTSD had never inflicted. What had started as a cold and nothing more gradually turned into something that pulled out every ounce of anger in him. He had his fits of anger but they were always within valid reason. A trigger, a cause and effect. ( Read more... )

[Stage 3 has taken its toll powerfully upon the poor doctor, with fevered dreams punctuated by frantic moments of lucidness. Much of it is spent half-conscious and mumbling things that aren't always in English. For one moment of wakefulness, he manages to type out the followingAthena... You helped me once before ( Read more... )

[All of her research was taking forever. As she slowly got worse, the more she wrote until she couldn't even lift the pen. She was determined to get to the bottom of this all, and figure out what the hell was going on. She could deal with the odd flowers, and bad luck, but she felt like she was dying. That was not acceptable. The warrior goddess ( Read more... )

I am rescinding my offer to write prescriptions for antivirals. They won't help, because this is no virus.

And damned if I can figure out what it IS! I'm going mad trying to find a match to these symptoms!

[Filter to health-care workers/students]Adding to the list of collective symptoms: unusual behaviors, particularly paranoia, emotional ( Read more... )