Voice || End of his Tether

[notjustinthemirror]

Alright. I fucking give up. Who the hell did I piss off this time?

I've impaled myself on my own mannequins, lit myself on fire, knocked a building down on my head, and I don't even want to know what the fuck I just teleported into, but it smells like something crawled up an asshole and died there.

[There's a loud crash and some scrabbling noises.]

And I almost got decapitated by a window.

What the fuck?

Comments

[notjustinthemirror]

We'll see.

But if you start bleeding to death from the god of exsanguination I hope I'm around to tell you 'I told you so.'

[cashlin]

Technically, exsanguination isn't a real emotion. But we'll see.

[notjustinthemirror]

Hey it covers a whole slew of emotions: Pain, Sadness, Suffering, Regret, Disbelief, and pretty sure all that red stuff is supposed to be inside me.

[cashlin]

Kind of a mouthful, but I'll take it, I guess.

[notjustinthemirror]

I'm a helper.

It'd be better than getting the god of boredom wouldn't it?

[cashlin]

That guy would get way more than his fill.

Apart from getting yourself killed, what else is there to do around here? I'd keep hunting, but all I've gotten is some extra meat and pelts. Oh, and less ammo.

[notjustinthemirror]

Well you'll run out of ammo eventually and so far we don't have a way to get more. So maybe don't go shooting everything for fun. Much as I know that hurts.

As far as stuff to do, this is about it. Just exist at each other. Look for a way out I suppose.