onehackyboi / guess you got a point there
( don’t mind if I do ).
must be somethin’ in the air, he thinks. maybe someone thinks there’s not enough Wrench’s in the works, or there’s something those waste of breath parents of his haven’t told him, but after a cursory glance over, it seems like everything from posture to attitude fits the bill of twin — triplet — as he’s finding out. maybe just some weird coincidence where dopplegangers are crawling up from timbuktu to give him a good shake. if the shake comes in the form of some good kush, he’s not about to stamp his foot and complain; look a gift horse in the mouth and put a bullet in between its eyes. Wrench plucks the joint from the other’s hands and places it between his lips. this is some really good shit.
“ we can think about the whys, the hows and the how many’s later, ” he offers with a lazy wave of his free hand, “ what say we just… build an army of devilishly handsome hackers and just go for a takedown, with our bottomless bags and good weed —- ! ”
‘ oh man, we’d be blumes fucking nightmare. ’
a sigh that expels remaining smoke into dark night air. three of them -- chaos bringers, the entropic entities in the system -- aware of one another, of faults and specialties ; blume would fall by their hands alone, dedsec behind them or not. their brand of anarchy would leave nothing but ruination in their wake, super-powered company to crumble at stick and poke tattooed hands. fingers tap tap tap against the skin of his arm, and he’s quick to take blunt back between fingers, a long, deep drag taken. mind swam in the best of ways, and he couldn’t think of a better way to spend another insomniac night.
‘ you think there’s more than three of us? i mean shit, we can’t all be the same,
and clearly the universe is playing some mad practical joke here. imagine a
whole goddamn squad of us. we could be our own goddamn gang ! ’
