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Author Topic: ABS FIESTA REDUX  (Read 1542785 times)

harder than chinese calculus




GO AHEAD PUNKS

MAKE MY NIGHT

it's drugged

the cup is drugged

abort mission

do I look like bill loving cosby to you



Jaakko stares into the cup for a couple moments, then downs it sloppily. A couple down his face. He swallows and coughs, a signal that the shot was poorly timed and poorly placed.

He wipes his face with his sleeve.

"Well, my foot's in the door now," he mumbles.

Jaakko coughs again. He may as well have poured jet fuel down his throat.

do I look like bill loving cosby to you
you're the bill cosbyee

Jaakko coughs again. He may as well have poured jet fuel down his throat.

can it melt his

steel beam

Tippy takes another swig and hands you the bottle.

"Thanks for making my night. Most of the time i just hide in one of these back at main base until another bottle is yet gone. I wanted to change that a little..."



so my phone's toast
won't charge at all, think i fried the docking port
as of tonight everything i post is from my 3ds, so no steam/skype/etc

I take the bottle.

Many thoughts dance in my head. Are we gonna get caught drinking? Why the forget would Tippy want to drink with me? Why the forget does she have a metal jaw? Can I handle this much loving whiskey? What am I loving doing?!

The thoughts continue. There are dozen's of cliche's I could use to describe them, though I'll digress.

I stare at the bottle and reluctantly take a drink, then sit the bottle back on to floor of the container. I swallow. The water could have easily been on fire.



This is where Jaakko and Tippy stop posting for the night, so there's no reason to stick around. Just a friendly notice.

will roger go far cry 3 with the huit in the jungle?

find out next time


so my phone's toast
won't charge at all, think i fried the docking port
as of tonight everything i post is from my 3ds, so no steam/skype/etc
I know the struggle.

Gus finishes his coffee, bids his squadmates goodnight and heads back to his quarters. He flops on to his bed, worn out but unable to sleep. The past day has given him much to think about and reminded him of many things he'd prefer to forget.

He eventually dozes off, only to awake later in a cold sweat. Try as he might, he can't stop thinking of those hollow, soulless eyes looking back at him. After pacing for some time, he walks down to the gym with his sparring gear to clear his head. It is still the dead of night, and sunrise is hours away.
« Last Edit: July 27, 2015, 05:00:21 AM by CypherX »

hey i'm awake so i'm totally up for getting killed by a rabid camp of huits whenever OP feels like it

I finish off my coffee, then head over to the showers to clean up.