#darwindanger

[darwindanger]

Fuckin' hell, I'd kill for a burger right now.

Someone ask me to kill for a bloody burger.

[darwindanger]

emotionally-resilient-sniper -> darwindanger

[darwindanger]

(she is holding an absolutely gigantic bullfrog. it doesn't look happy, but she does.)

"i caught a frog. do you want a frog? :)"

@mentally-unstable-hunter

"Does a croc roll? Yeah, 'course I want a bleeding frog- where'd ya find the little ripper? Never seen any bullfrogs in Teufort..." [He beams, leaning down a bit to get a better look at the amphibian. In classic froggy fashion, it blinks one eye and then the next while puffing himself to look bigger. Gotta admire the effort there.]

"You're lucky this one aren't the poisonous type-"

[darwindanger]

oi, can anyone tell me why I ordered some boots from MannCo and they sent me bloody pyjama pants for sheilas??

[darwindanger]

hunter appears out of nowhere, as usual, and she's absolutely beaming. she excitedly shoves something into the marksman's hands. it's a bracelet decorated in what seems to be real bush viper skin, spiney scales coloured a vibrant green. where did she get-? she unlatches the clasp that holds the bracelet together and there's a small blade on one end.

"i know, these little knives don't do much by themsleves. lucky thing i tipped it with venom! inland taipan, mind you, much deadlier than viper. poisoning always works great when you're in a real pinch!"

Sniper is successfully startled from the current task at hand- which at this moment in time was carving something out of a small chunk of wood he'd pocketed after the last match. It had been shot off of the side of a building, and seemed to have the potential for the makings of a smaller, woodier knife. This, he had thought in the moment, would be the height of bloody comedy- until he started cracking on to it and realized it was unbelievable crackers.

He looks up from where he's seated on a stump to the other merc and raises a brow- its a bit funny to be looking up at Hunter, but he's more distracted by the shimmering green bracelet. "What a bloody beaut that is," he can't help but murmur, tilting his head slightly at the intricate bracelet thrust into his hands. The whittling knife still grasped in one is promptly set down so he can more carefully hold the accessory and appreciate it. He grins toothily as Hunter explains the taipan venom, "Flaming diabolical too- did you make this whole number yourself?"

[darwindanger]

"Excuse Me, sniper is it?"

"May I ask you something?"

~ @shortcake-miku

He doesn't smile, but he does give a small exhale through his nose to indicate muted amusement.

"I reckon ya already have, so go on. What d'ya wanna know?"

[darwindanger]

[darwindanger]

(@emotionally-mysterious-pyro)

"WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?"

A pyro is yelling from across the entire map at you.

Is it the best idea to answer back mid-match? Ah, fuck it- he was due to switch positions anywhat. So, the marksman cups his hands and hollers back- "ORANGE! EARTHY KIND. YOURS?" Didn't hurt to be polite at this point. He ducks as a sticky bomb is lobbed his way and shoulders his rifle, hustling off to some other high point to hole up in.