Jan 20, 2017
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the colder the better. Make those nips all perky on those lovely bara tiddies
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He doesn’t know what a bara is, nor a tiddie, but if it increases morale to see a one-armed old war veteran freeze his leather-chapped nipples off then… .. …
………. I… apologize, Father… this… is this progression? Is this what it means to discover a ‘proof of existence’, despite all odds.. … that .. even if I were to perish, right now, in this spot, that someone, somewhere, has acknowledged and insisted that my anatomy is more desirable based on the temperature, and will remember the image for as long as they too survive?
This world is, inevitably, unbearably cruel.
@sani-go @l-promised-him
While I shouldn’t necessarily encourage the chaos, the point of the issue is sound enough. That, and someone stole my coat.
"... are you psychoanalyzing my sexual preferences?"
A MADMAN leads - -
“.. Am I incorrect?”
"I'm not sassy."
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Sweet wall Maria please hear my prayer and resist striking this child down for her grievous lies.
“I shall do my best, then, not to take your /genuine nature/ for granted, Cadet Ackerman.”
A MADMAN leads - -
I’m... honestly surprised that, considering the nature of our uniform and gear, that everyone wouldn’t be more tired of leather chaffing various body parts at this point... I’m disappointed in all of you - There’s no progression, here. Tell me - have you all forgotten the Survey Corp’s mission? We are here to investigate and learn. If you’re going to pursue anything, at least pursue novelty. Break free of what you know - only then can you be lead toward freedom.
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Does this mean I can finally go into retirement and incessantly retell old war stories to the houseplants thinking they’re adopted grandchildren?