hadriel | video; high octane poor life decisions

[One day, Gren is going to learn a very valuable lesson: do not mix alcohol and drugs. That day is not today.]

[The video, when it turns on, swings wildly. Hopefully nobody gets seasick too easily, because damn, it's motion sickness central right here. The backdrop is... probably Delight's bar, if anyone can make sense of the video long enough.]

You know what? You know fuckin' what?

[Gren is drunk. Not only is Gren drunk, but he's also had like a handful of those other things that Delight hands out that get people high as shit, so he's both drunk and high. It's a terrible combination of belligerent and feeling untouchable that can really only lead to Bad Things.]

I'm fuck-all tired of bein' a fuckin' buffet for a bunch of shit-for-dick "gods"-- [The feed swings again, like he tried to do airquotes with only one hand. The hand that is also holding the camera.] --who can't get their fuckin' shit together long enough to not make everything a fuckin' clusterfuck. And then they treat us like we're fuckin' children or some shit, like we don't got the fuckin' right to decide what fuckin' happens to us. We're the fuckin' burdens, but they're the one bringin' in fuckin' monsters and dragons and shit to drop on our fuckin' heads. Fuckin' thanks for that, assholes.

[The feed swings around and then back; he's grabbed another bottle of something alcoholic and knocks an unhealthy portion of it back. Seriously, he's a champ, if your definition of 'champ' is 'fucking alcoholic'.]

Like that fuckin' piece of fuck Sorrow. Fuck that guy, oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that motherfucker.

[He pauses. Something terrible is about to happen.]

I fuckin' oughtta smack the fuckin' bitch outta that guy.

[His voice shifts from rant mode to something firmer and slightly less profanity-ridden.]

Hey, all you fucks. [Slightly less.] I'm comin' for all you fuckin' godly piece of shits. C'mon and fuckin' have a go if you think you're fuckin' hard enough.

[He turns. Delight is behind the bar.] 'Cept for you. You're fuckin' okay.

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[Gren is the least chummy with any of these asshole gods. Hope's useless, Rage is a heinous bitch, Fear is a slightly more heinous bitch, and Sorrow can eat his entire ass. Delight's okay because she serves the liquor.]

I can't be the only fuckin' person sick of this shit around here. They won't even fuckin' tell us anything, somethin' fuckin' happened here and they act like we're whiny shits when we want to know what the fuck it was.

[In Gren's experience, when somebody in power's keeping a secret, it's because they did something wrong. They fucked up, or they did something deliberately shitty, or whatever, and Gren wants to know which one it was in this case.]

It's fuckin' bullshit!

[ Gren, you are literally preaching to the choir. She's been on the anti-god train since the day Hope made his first post. There's really nothing like some deity assuming you're too beneath them for them to even bother trying to explain the past circumstances that led to their kidnapping. ]

You are far from the only person, though I'm starting to get the feeling that more and more people are just buying whatever bullshit Hope tells them. [ She snorts angrily. ] Whatever makes them feel better.

It'd be great if we could actually do something. [ But she's been there, done that, and got a few people killed as a result. ]

I dunno, maybe it's easier that way? And I get it, Hope does shit for us sometimes, and yeah, he fuckin' brought me back to life that one time. Glad he ain't a complete fuckin' asshole, but that doesn't give him and the rest of 'em a fuckin' pass to treat all of us like... like fuckin' chattel. Why the fuck do they expect us to shut up and act fuckin' grateful when they turn around and fuck us over?

[Please be impressed that he remembered the word 'chattel', he's very drunk right now.]

Well, I'm gonna finally fuckin' do somethin' about it.

[Try to beat up a god and get his ass kicked, most likely. He tries.]

[ Look, she's impressed that someone out there, aside from a few of her friends, fucking gets it. ]

Fuck 'em up. [ She's 100% behind whatever it is he's going to do. He could bring the cave down on their head and she would cheer him on. Anything to fuck with the gods. ] Whatever your drunk ass is going to do, just fuck them up.

That's the fuckin' plan, sister.

[It's a really good thing that he doesn't recognize her as the cause of that whole Silent Hill bullshit, because he'd be way less well disposed towards her. He died in that shitshow.]

Good luck. [ Genuinely. She doubts he'll accomplish much, probably won't even really piss them off, but it's always good to see another person to be an absolute shit to those assholes. She appreciates anyone who even attempts it. ]

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