06-03-2018, 10:50 PM
so, it was hot out. like, hot as dick and balls. the way the humid air sat heavy and steaming in the lungs of anyone who still breathed around here and the swamp gas and smells of ripe rotting mutant carcasses and radioactive garbage were a testament to the season. pre-summer. valo-kas supposed the parties and all would kick off once it was like, actually calnderly official and not just '''summer''' because it was because it was crazy hot out and everyone decided it was time to be summer in conversation while understanding that it wasn't quite there yet.
"[color=salmon]thanks, uhh, global warming." valo-kas murmured around a mouth full of candy bile and mire mist. what even was global warming? another one of those dumbass things their mouth muscles were able to pull together while their memory decided not to offer any additional context? whatever. whatever! they were done thinking for a little bit. thinking was the absolute worst. valo-kas wanted some action.
so, with as little on their mind as they could manage, the oozing little monster whizzed around the territory until they had collected the necessary Shit. this necessary Shit was all party favors and soft things and of course booze because nobody would come if there wasn't any, all pillaged from npcs because where else? and soon it was pieced together in a mud-and-pink web somewhere central and accessible to all, glittering in the way that grease glitters on dirty dishes, inviting in the way that a kick in the nuts is when you hate yourself. music played. 2000s pre-teen girl in the suburbs bops trickled from the ratty speakers of an acquired boombox. gwen stefani and natasha bedingfield and the like.
"[color=salmon]hey come dance! come, come dance, or, uh, i'll kill you. free dates will be assigned upon arrival if you're, like, sad and ya want some sugar." that was community service, baby.
"[color=salmon]thanks, uhh, global warming." valo-kas murmured around a mouth full of candy bile and mire mist. what even was global warming? another one of those dumbass things their mouth muscles were able to pull together while their memory decided not to offer any additional context? whatever. whatever! they were done thinking for a little bit. thinking was the absolute worst. valo-kas wanted some action.
so, with as little on their mind as they could manage, the oozing little monster whizzed around the territory until they had collected the necessary Shit. this necessary Shit was all party favors and soft things and of course booze because nobody would come if there wasn't any, all pillaged from npcs because where else? and soon it was pieced together in a mud-and-pink web somewhere central and accessible to all, glittering in the way that grease glitters on dirty dishes, inviting in the way that a kick in the nuts is when you hate yourself. music played. 2000s pre-teen girl in the suburbs bops trickled from the ratty speakers of an acquired boombox. gwen stefani and natasha bedingfield and the like.
"[color=salmon]hey come dance! come, come dance, or, uh, i'll kill you. free dates will be assigned upon arrival if you're, like, sad and ya want some sugar." that was community service, baby.
[align=center][b]IF GOD DOESN’T LIKE UGLY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY
THEN GOD DOESN’T LIKE ANYBODY