Chapter Three: Though My Eyes Could See by XoXoPartyPoison, literature
Literature
Chapter Three: Though My Eyes Could See
Chapter Three: Though My Eyes Could See
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The words hadn’t even finished scrolling through my brain before the scene changed yet again. I started violently, forcing myself not to take an involuntary step back from the sudden, unwanted close-up of . . . two men, on a . . . smoke break?
“. . . out of the breeze, will you? I’m sweating in this . . .”
Once more, I started, this time shouting my displeasure at the surprise caused when the sound from whatever strange realm the men were in carried over into whatever strange realm I was in. “Shit!”
At that, they both look
A Guide to dA's Dangerverse by XoXoPartyPoison, literature
Literature
A Guide to dA's Dangerverse
This is the Dangerverse on deviantART, the corner where anything and everything related—and perhaps some things that are not so related—to Gerard’s Danger Days concept is roleplayed.
First of all, I understand that most people in the Dangerverse roleplay for fun, and to relieve stress, etcetera; I don’t mean to be presumptuous and tell people how to roleplay, but there is a point where casual intentions are overreached, and the RP just becomes a drag.
I’ve already brushed over the more basic points here, but I will most probably reiterate, and this time in more depth. I am also mostly going to be
I called? http://tororing.deviantart.com/art/Party-poison-363892877
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I'm looooooost.
In all seriousness, though, I really am fuckin' lost.
Toro. I'm goin' to ram a few cacti up your butt, and maybe a Drac or two, as well. Fix my fuckin' GPS voice. I don't want to hear this little pansy telling me which way's north! I shit you not, even the castrated British chick was better than this whiny mosquito in my ear. I refuse to pay attention to it.
. . . yeah, that's . . . why I'm lost . . . I'm a sensible guy, okay (I promise). And I have a great sense of direction, obviously. But I wanted to go for a walk, 'cause my leg was killing me. Stil
Yeeeaaaah. Snow.
So sorry for the absence, tumbleweeds, motorbabes, all you fabulous human beings out there. But dying's a bitch, y'know? A real asswad. Y'know what's even better? The journey back to the world of the living. And the mostly living.
I've been off recovering . . . recovering and processing some info M War gave me. She was. Ahm. *clears his throat* Let's just say I went down without a fight because, ah, because I was bein' called from the other world. Really strongly. I wanted to clear that outta the air. And. War? It's fuckin' okay. I don't . . . I mean, I'm not bitter or any of that shit. No lasting harm done, y'know?
Lilith