Apr 19, 2017
buddy I need a Calvin for S3 if you're game :U
Sleep baby sleep
// He’s dreaming <:
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buddy I need a Calvin for S3 if you're game :U
Sleep baby sleep
// He’s dreaming <:
“Only the sound of my back breaking.”
@agcntman wanted a lyric starter
“Okay, last resort – we kill him and dump the body, then get the fuck out of Dodge.” --agcntman
Partners in Crime
The muffled pleas wrapped behind ragged gags was enough to briefly tear the duo’s eyes away. Brows furrowed, Hobbes snarls a set of large teeth at their whimpering hostage before turning back to his partner. The man had proven useless on their investigation, and thus became a waste of information. Taking him in for further questioning was just about as helpful as taking a random pedestrian.
“Back to square one, then. I’ll let you take care of him.”
"You gotta enjoy the little things...Even if that means destroying a whole lot of little things." --u kno who dis be
Zombieland
Standing along the side of the mountain gave them a clear view of the catastrophe they had left behind. The spread of fires from enemy buildings had quickened since they’d sped off, and by now the cropdusters had their launch over the wilderness. It was common for a single target to become multiple as volunteers threw blockades from their enemies, but as time had gone on the pair had been more and more precise in assassinating just their target. This had gone tremendously wrong.
The target was dead, and anyone that got in the way had necessarily met the same fate. Calvin could swipe it as is and call it something as simple as kicking an ant hill or ten. He would have his time to think on it if he so wished, but the man’s first instinct was to take in casually. Hobbes saw their mess as it was. Perhaps he was growing old, the novelty of playing a role in those action movies now fully submerged to numbness and reality. To look at a fire – a massacre – and wash over it no longer seemed to work as well as it once did. Now…it was beginning to feel inhuman.
“I just wish we’d been cleaner.”
@agcntman