ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Tayasaurus]

"What the forget did you already down that bottle?" I ask Tippy.

"Yeah sure something like that."

She pulls out a notebook and starts writing in it.

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[Mr. Hurricane]

"And what's that? I've seen that notebook on you before,"

[Gojira]

"Anyone in Mjolnir wanna play Scribble- Scrabble, whatever it's called?"

[Tayasaurus]

"And what's that? I've seen that notebook on you before,"

"By the ark, you like asking questions don't you? It's a forgetin therapeutic notebook. Kyle gave it to me to keep my nerves in check."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I put my hands up.

"stuff, sorry," I say.

I look back into my glass. The ice is melting.

"I figured we should all get to know each other before we get shelled and rocketed to Hell tonight," I say sarcastically.

[Tayasaurus]

"Afraid of a little rain?"

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Not really,"

My lie is pitiful.

"The question is do I want to be sober for it or do I want to be a drunken wreck?"

[Tayasaurus]

"You're going to want to be sober so you don't die. Unless thats the plan."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Duly noted missus tanker boots pilot lady,"

I drink the water from the melting ice.

[Tayasaurus]

Tippy jokingly kicks Jerkko in the shin with her heavily armored tanker boot

"Don't ask questions you don't want answered smartass."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I nearly choke on the water, or is it drown in a sip of water? I cough.

"Agh, forget! Gods, are they making boots with DU instead of steel now?!"


Tank reference added

[Tayasaurus]

"These boots are made for crushing. my division was known to stomp our prisoners for fun if they survived their burning tanks."

[Mr. Hurricane]

"What, Did you force the new guys to shoot prisoners too? You're lying," I say.

I sneer at her claim.

[ZombiLoin]

"These boots are made for crushing. my division was known to stomp our prisoners for fun if they survived their burning tanks."

Tippy right now.

[Tayasaurus]

"What, Did you force the new guys to shoot prisoners too? You're lying," I say.

I sneer at her claim.

"Shooting them was a luxury..."

Tippy trails off from reality and was suddenly out in the field again. it was raining heavily and her jaw was half missing. The battlefield was dead, littered with tanks and bodies, and the only thing still breathing was her with a dead enemy pinned under her knee. His face was completely caved in, and the only noises one could hear was a broken woman driven beyond her limit. Tippy struck him over and over again with her boot in hand, her screams horrifically zombified by her broken jaw.

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

*thud*

A warm hand catches her arm and she's pulled away from the corpse. She violently struggles to get away and thrashes at the source.

[TAYLOR! STOP ITS ME! ITS ME! ITS OVER!]

She calms down as she recognized the voice. Kyles voice. His soothing sweet voice. Tippy sees the brilliant light of an evac chopper touching down beside them. Her shellshocked ears popped and noise came rushing back into her head before passing out.


Tippy snaps out of her quiet but mentally violent trance and realizes she had crushed her notebook.

"...it was a luxury to be shot..."