05-13-2018, 12:15 AM
★★★
Oh, Rick couldn’t believe this one. He had been in some shitty situations before, shittier than this, right? Maybe – it was all about perspective. Currently, he wasn’t dying or in more pain than usual. There was no gut-sucking alien that needed its brains blown out, and as far as he could tell, no local government interested in his arrest. Not yet, anyway. No, the thing that made this particular day so fuck-damn shitty was what he had lost. Portal guns weren’t exactly easy to make, and he didn’t even know where they were – maybe this dimension didn’t even have the resources he needed to make a new one, and if they did, who knew who long it would take them to find?Plus, of all the dimensions they could have been stranded in, this one was fucking garbage. He could just tell. There was no sign of truly intelligent life anywhere, no sign of any real civilizations where he could find something useful or at least somewhere to get wasted. No, instead he would have to keep walking through this god-forsaken jungle, looking for whatever morons had picked this place to live. Even if they weren’t advanced enough to make good company, Rick wasn’t that arrogant – he and Morty needed a place to crash and get their bearings before he came up with a plan to get them out of this. He was sure he could sweet-talk them in, if he could just fucking find them.
[color=#63B8FF]”Eugh – fuck,” Rick coughed, pausing in his trek to take a final swig of whatever liquid was contained in the flask hanging around his neck. That was the end of his booze – Jesus, they better have more alcohol here. That would really be the final fucking straw. A look of deep annoyance on his face, he glanced over his shoulder, pale eyes briefly falling on the small orange tabby who had fallen behind. Fucking hell. ”K-Keep up, Morty,” he ordered shortly, wiping his mouth carelessly with a paw before resuming his aimless forward motion. [b]”Who knows what the locals are – uuegh – like here. Look at this place, Morty – they could be cannibals, or-or religious freaks, who wanna sacrifice you to their gods. Wouldn’t like that, would ya, Morty? Do you wanna get sacrificed, Morty?” Poor little bastard – he was so easy to scare. It was one of the only things Rick found entertaining at this point, and even then, he knew it would get old before too much longer.