video; high octane poor life decisions

[murderpotato]

[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.

Comments

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[ushahin]

I say he lasts seven and a half minutes. All that drunken rage has to be be good for something. In exchange, I offer two bags of cookies.

[Who would have ever thought Ushahin was the betting type?]

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[skelebro]

[Seven and a half. Yikes Gren, looks like you got someone in your corner. Kinda.]

What kinda cookies are we talkin' here?

[ushahin]

[What can Ushahin say? He's hoping all that drunken rage will last long enough.]

Chocolate chip and something called ramen flavor.

[skelebro]

Heck, why not? I'll put ya down for it.

[He mimes pressing some buttons (he is, in fact, doing no such thing and is making no effort to actually organize what anyone is actually betting. What can he say? He's got a good memory, he'll remember), maybe writin' something down.]

Ramen. You never had ramen?

[ushahin]

Sans, in the world I come from, salt is an exotic spice. How would I have come across the food before?

[He's never really mentioned much about Urulat to the skeleton, but from what he's seen in comparison to others' memories and dreams, the world he comes from is rather lacking in advancements.]

[skelebro]

[And in the world he comes from, popato chisps are a commodity and ramen is a Dr. Alphys-styled delicacy. Can't all be winners, can they?]

Potato, potahto. Give one of those suckers a try if y'can. Totally worth it.

[ushahin]

I shall take your word for it.

[Dubious half-man is very dubious.]

[skelebro]

All right, all right. Just sayin' - you're missin' out here bub.