Post by jolesurkof on May 30, 2012 22:57:07 GMT -6
You proceed to WAKE UP.
It's a beautiful evening outside. Or at least, you think it is. You haven't actually been outside for a few nights now, something that really is quite odd for you. Well, more odd than usual. You are a particularly ODD Alternian, and not even you can deny it. But when someone else says that you are odd?
Why, it MAKES YOU FURIOUS. Very many things CAN MAKE YOU FURIOUS, this is just one of the more common occurances that do. Your name is MALLIC FLAYOT, and boy are you MAD. Yep, that's right, just woke up and already are about to BLOW YOUR FUCKING GASKETS. Which is another common occurrence with you, seeing as though something is always wrong. And your stone cave floor is always cold, which just makes you even ANGRIER. But when you aren't flipping your shit over something that would probably otherwise be considered meaningless, you have...well not very many interests to say the least.
You adore studying about ALTERNIAN'S BLOOD CASTE AND SOCIETY SYSTEM and how BAT-SHIT FUCKING MESSED UP IT IS, even though you feel as though it doesn't pertain to you. Your blood color is a mystery to the select few you know, and address yourself as being an AVERAGE BLUE BLOODED TROLL. They are probably curious and suspect something, but you don't give a shit. They probably don't care about you anyway.
As you groggily wake up, you notice that LIONDAD is absent from his usual sleeping section. Where he sleeps. All day. And it PISSES YOU OFF EVEN MORE, although you have no idea why. He is probably HUNTING FOR FOOD TO MAINTAIN YOUR HEALTH, a task that you usually ACCOMPANY HIM ON and SECRETLY ENJOY DOING. Can't let him know you like it or it might become more frequent. And you really don't want it to eat away at your BUSY SCHEDULE of DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ALL DAY. To your right, you notice your grubconsole that FLARP has been set up on, and beside that, the desk that houses your computer and monitor system. To your left, your MAGNETIC NUNCHUCKS that are your preferred weapon. Although there is nothing else to look at in your hive. It is a PRETTY FUCKING DULL PLACE and is PROBABLY TOO SMALL FOR YOU but you can't complain, because you can't live anywhere else.
You estimate LIONDAD will be gone for a little bit, so you are also alone in your CAVE. What will you do?
It's a beautiful evening outside. Or at least, you think it is. You haven't actually been outside for a few nights now, something that really is quite odd for you. Well, more odd than usual. You are a particularly ODD Alternian, and not even you can deny it. But when someone else says that you are odd?
Why, it MAKES YOU FURIOUS. Very many things CAN MAKE YOU FURIOUS, this is just one of the more common occurances that do. Your name is MALLIC FLAYOT, and boy are you MAD. Yep, that's right, just woke up and already are about to BLOW YOUR FUCKING GASKETS. Which is another common occurrence with you, seeing as though something is always wrong. And your stone cave floor is always cold, which just makes you even ANGRIER. But when you aren't flipping your shit over something that would probably otherwise be considered meaningless, you have...well not very many interests to say the least.
You adore studying about ALTERNIAN'S BLOOD CASTE AND SOCIETY SYSTEM and how BAT-SHIT FUCKING MESSED UP IT IS, even though you feel as though it doesn't pertain to you. Your blood color is a mystery to the select few you know, and address yourself as being an AVERAGE BLUE BLOODED TROLL. They are probably curious and suspect something, but you don't give a shit. They probably don't care about you anyway.
As you groggily wake up, you notice that LIONDAD is absent from his usual sleeping section. Where he sleeps. All day. And it PISSES YOU OFF EVEN MORE, although you have no idea why. He is probably HUNTING FOR FOOD TO MAINTAIN YOUR HEALTH, a task that you usually ACCOMPANY HIM ON and SECRETLY ENJOY DOING. Can't let him know you like it or it might become more frequent. And you really don't want it to eat away at your BUSY SCHEDULE of DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ALL DAY. To your right, you notice your grubconsole that FLARP has been set up on, and beside that, the desk that houses your computer and monitor system. To your left, your MAGNETIC NUNCHUCKS that are your preferred weapon. Although there is nothing else to look at in your hive. It is a PRETTY FUCKING DULL PLACE and is PROBABLY TOO SMALL FOR YOU but you can't complain, because you can't live anywhere else.
You estimate LIONDAD will be gone for a little bit, so you are also alone in your CAVE. What will you do?