#diesattheend

[yagaymi]

@diesattheend

░░░░░░ ☾ there are a lot of things amy has: an empty bedroom in the only house she’s ever really known, a messy pile of coursework she’ll probably never do, and a whole heap of shit that doesn’t even belong to her. this one’s for you, john.

“hey,” she says, holding out a shoebox stuffed full of assorted objects, “you have an awful habit of leaving stuff around. consider this a charity that i’m giving it back and not pawning it all off.”

[trxpwire-blog]

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Dark alleys seemed to just be his thing now, he supposed. Skulking in the gloomy halls of his home he’d grown used to dim lighting. The street lamps were painful to look at, the bright white light a stark contrast to the dark night that burned his fucking retinas, so it was probably for the best that he stayed out of sight.

That, and also the fact that he was totally going to rob this son of a bitch idiot walking down the street.

As soon as the guy was in prime position, Lucas reached out from the shadows, grabbing him by the back of his neck and dragging him out of view of the street. Holding his grip was easy enough, keeping him turned away as to avoid having his face seen, but just to be sure he wedged the knife between him and the other guys back, pressing in slightly to let him know he was being serious.

“Should I say it or do I have to frisk you? Gimme yer wallet.” Money apparently was something he actually needed to do shit around here, and this was much easier than working a job.

[biblebat]

@diesattheend 

If someone were to tell Dave he would wake up in a new city to be apart of some cranked out experiment, he'd tell them to go fuck themselves. Waking up to the screen telling him he'd actually been taken, well; it figured it'd happen the day he said he'd work a double shift. While the typical reaction to being plucked from your world by a few scientists with an apparent god-complex and placed into another would be terror, anger -- hell, perhaps the five steps of acceptance -- Dave was more concerned with whether or not he still had a job. Probably not. 

The very least he could do in this moment was find his assigned living quarters and after meandering through a bustling city for about two hours, he’d at least managed to find the district his apartment belonged in. In that time Dave had managed to bump into multiple shoulders, stood too close to way too many people, and had a contact headache from the noise; it was about time for a nap, or better yet; a coma. How fast would he have to run to hit his head hard enough against a street post? Before he could test it, his train of thought was cut off at the sight of his best friend. 

“Is that John?” He muttered an unbelieving query, unintentionally at a citizen who gave him a glare far harsher than necessary. Of fucking course John was here. And of fucking course he was standing at the line of a bratwurst stand like nothing had happened. Dave felt the need to punch him in the gut, but held back the impulse as he approached him. 

“So.... the fuck?”

[deadempire-blog1]

Ayyyyyyy I'm submitting my app for John Cheese from John Dies at the End. The app can be found in the link labeled application, but that should be obvious.

Welcome to Limbo, John Cheese.

Croy has smiled on you upon your arrival, but that comes with a price; you’ll only retain your hyper-perception at 25% boosted.

If They see it fit, you’ll be restored to your former abilities.

Make good use of your time here.

— Mod Joseph