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hadriel2016-10-22 01:25 am
murderpotato) wrote in hadriel2016-10-22 01:25 am
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.
[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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[Ushahin wonders what he's doing continuing an obviously bootless conversation. Some part of him must enjoy seeing the foolishness of others.]
video;
[Technically there's already a betting pool going on, so.]
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[Hey, he's actually betting on Gren to last longer than five minutes, so he's being optimistic here!]
I do hope all of this talk isn't coming just from an idiotic braggart, but that you actually have something to back your claims up with.
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[All of you are faithless. Have some faith in your friendly neighborhood murderpotato.]
I got enough fuckin' bite to back up my bark. Might not have to fuckin' use it, though.
[He doesn't like to drop his glamour if he doesn't have to. It's mostly because he's an ugly motherfucker and people get this weird tendency to want to like lynch him when they see it.]
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[His optimism only goes so far, though that actually might change if he saw Gren unglamoured. Ushahin comes from a world where the biggest and ugliest were also the strongest. The Fjeltroll hadn't been pretty to look at, but by all there gods, they could fight.]