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I have finally made good on my threat to chuck someone off the roof.
i am dumber & smarter than u think. do not estimate me
Well....yeah.
Jill has requested that I no longer tell the new recruits that bothering me while I nap on my rooftop grass will make me throw them off the building.
Do you just not want them to HAVE a warning before I do it?
blood magic isn’t even that big of a deal you guys are just sensitive
I have a cast iron pot large enough for me to comfortably sit inside now.
What will I use it for? Cooking probably. For groups. Maybe for heating up bathwater.
I have a cast iron pot large enough for me to comfortably sit inside now.
Fear me and my collection of raw materials that stacks multiple times my height. And several times my body weight.
I have finally found a thing to spend my stupid paycheck on besides going out for food.
Cookware. Quality shit I can use back home.
Also materials, I guess. I can stock up on shit I use a lot anyways real easy here, which is kinda nice. Surprising.
I can buy five times my body weight in steel and have it brought to me with like...no effort on my part. I can get shit to restore the books in the castle's library, a problem that Link has been working on for ages, and make sure it's shit that will FUNCTION at home, a place where powering electronics isn't exactly a thing we can do just anywhere. Much less ones powered by....whatever the fuck gets shuffled along through those wires in the walls.
I can buy more wool than I will ever realistically use within a normal Sheikah lifespan, seeds for foods that we don't have at home, rare metals and stones...
I have finally found a thing to spend my stupid paycheck on besides going out for food.
Cookware. Quality shit I can use back home.
Also materials, I guess. I can stock up on shit I use a lot anyways real easy here, which is kinda nice. Surprising.
Dragged a couple friends out for food, now that Jill's back and was given the green light by the medical team. Chris tried to bet that I couldn't eat a whole cake. Easiest bet I've ever won that didn't involve murder, to my memory.
Little bit sick of cake now, though.
Jill asked if I was okay and I told her 'if you punch me in the stomach I'm pretty sure I'll dispense frosting like a shaving cream can' and Chris goes 'so yeah he's fine.'
Yup, I'm good. Just don't touch me for a few hours. Or make me laugh.
Dragged a couple friends out for food, now that Jill's back and was given the green light by the medical team. Chris tried to bet that I couldn't eat a whole cake. Easiest bet I've ever won that didn't involve murder, to my memory.
Little bit sick of cake now, though.
Don't get married; just dress like this to go grocery shopping
Gives Tuxedo Mask vibes.
He's dead now, by the way. It was fantastic fun to finally maul his stupid ass properly. Think it's funny how he spent so long talking, only to devolve into screaming incoherently in anger when he realized Chris fucked off and left his ass to the most overpowered motherfucker in the world.
He still tried some monologue bullshit once the fucking thing crashed, but I made that physically painful for him to do for long. Literally and metaphorically, I had great teachers on how to be an obnoxious piece of shit with a bad sense of humor to the people who I am fighting against. 'Survival of the fittest' does not mean what you thought it means, Sunshine.
Moral of the story: don't fuck around if you don't wanna find out, I will help you and it will be a very difficult lesson.
And no I am not posting video of his death, I am not getting my ass banned from this thing to show that off.
Got that pussy that tastes like McDonald's sprite
which one of you cowards just unfollowed me
[An edited video is posted where Albert Wesker is fighting with the one recording via an eye camera. The one recording is carefully avoiding his attacks, just barely, while Wesker monologues about things like 'superior genes' and 'uroburos,' and generally acts like a prick. It's obvious it's just the two of them in the hangar, and that Wesker seems to have the upper hand. At least until the one recording catches him with an injector. Wesker decides then that he's going to escape into his jet, attempting to take off, but the point of view suddenly changes from the hangar into the jet's cargo section a few feet from where Wesker is now standing, accompanied by the same spell tags and smoke that one would see with a Yiga's teleport spell, complete with infuriatingly obnoxious laughter. The view zooms in on Wesker's face as he suddenly realizes that they are not the person he thought they were. The exact moment of realization is rewound and slowed down, eventually paused on a frame where he is switching between shocked and furious expressions. A voice (Quin's) can be heard, asking 'do you think he's mad at me?']