Mозгоёбство.

[nawigationiskey]

Kirk was back on the bridge.

It was an inevitable progression, but one that made his life infinitely easier.

Yes...definitely easier, even if the stupid fuckers on crew had decided now was a good time to strike against Kept'in Уюра. Sanders and Cohen had been the closest to success, the others were either stupider or smarter. Either way, waiting

Comments

Private to Chekov:

[shoot4theface]

I'm making pretty good with Rien. And no you don't need to see that. It's just some stupid shit Martens was pulling but I shot him earlier so I think he won't do it again.

If you got vodka and CoD, then you got a guest coming over right now I figure. I mean me.

- Harris

Re: Private to Chekov:

[nawigationiskey]

Wery good, is a solid solution.

-Чехов

P.S.: If you are reading zis, sen you are late and I am starting vithout you. Newbs von't teabag themselwes after all.

...actually, they might.

[shoot4theface]

Harris didn't get Chekov's second message until much later. He wasn't the type to dither around in his quarters checking his mail over and over when he could be pwning at CoD already, and he was outside the other man's door within five minutes.

"I got hot wings," he yelled through the door, in lieu of knocking. His mother had taught him some manners. And for all that he forgot most of the time, sometimes he did remember that it wasn't polite to visit someone empty-handed.

[nawigationiskey]

Chekov shouted something that was either Russian or just indecipherable noise and the door parted for Harris. He'd already opened the bottle and had a pair of glasses on his table. The screen on the far wall was lit up and Chekov was furiously maneuvering his character through a smoking wreckage, shooting at terrorists.

"Xорошо!" Chekov exclaimed exuberantly. "Get in, and get mowing, is easy pickings."

[shoot4theface]

That'd make a nice warm-up. Harris dropped the package of wings next to the glasses and scooped up a controller. "Anyone we know on?"

[nawigationiskey]

"A few, I hawe been eliminating zem systematically," Chekov stated as the screen split and Harris cut into the match. Those wings smelled good, he would need to break and eat a few before his next rampage.

It was fortunate that Harris was very unlikely to poison him, Chekov hadn't even considered the possibility.

"Engineering is red team, medical has new players," Chekov explained as his character lobbed a grenade.