High Stress Situations.

Submitted by Camber (Cam) (wildefae) on Sun, 2009-01-25 14:49

...fuck this.

I should have known, I suppose. It was too easy. It was all too easy. The house was, and now, the promises...
I should have known it was just beginning.

Well. Let the fuckin' games begin, then.

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Comment by Chris Faris (nanny ogg) on Mon, 2009-01-26 19:53 Mon, 2009-01-26 19:53 — nanny ogg

What promises?

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Comment by Camber (wildefae) on Mon, 2009-01-26 21:14 Mon, 2009-01-26 21:13 — wildefae

Well, a town that's actually functioning, for starters. With, you know. Cars. And people. And food.
I like food.

Money, for another. (And I'm not talking about rubles. Because. ...Seriously?)

 - well then!
Comment by Janie (granny weatherwax) on Tue, 2009-01-27 06:39 Tue, 2009-01-27 06:39 — granny weatherwax

Your house was too easy? How's that then? Ours sucked donkey balls. It was a fun filled ride full of horrors and death. Some dismemberment, just for giggles. Y'know, for perspective and everything. So anyhow, I'm Janie, I'll be your tour guide this evening. Some of us are busy trying to set up locations where people can go when things get direly awful, and we need to hole up. Want to help?

 - huh.
Comment by Camber (wildefae) on Tue, 2009-01-27 08:00 Tue, 2009-01-27 08:00 — wildefae

Ours was...kind of like a house. The regular kind, only, you know, with twenty people. (Until they stopped feeding us. Then it was a regular old house full of twenty starving people.)

Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Where's everything going on?