queen’s cup, creams and sky
queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?
MMH.. HONEST?I WANT SOME FUCKIN ALCOHOL.I DID DRINK A BIT LAST LIGHT BUT I HAVEN’T BEEN DRINKING AS MUCH AS I USUALLY FUCKIN WOULD.GOTTA BE A GOOD BOY. GOTTA DO SHIT RIGHT.
creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?
WELL, THAT’S A LOADED GODDAMN QUESTION.I’VE DONE A LOT OF CRAZY BULLSHIT BACK IN THE DAY.
I THINK.. ONE OF THE CRAZIEST FUCKIN THINGS I’VE DONE WAS DURING AN OUTING WITH THE GANG.I WAS FRESHLY 12 SWEEPS, AND WE DECIDED THE BEST WAY TO CELEBRATE WAS BY HOLDING THE BIGGEST CONCERT I’D EVER FUCKIN DONE.SEEMS EASY ENOUGH, RIGHT? AND IT KIND OF WAS.
ABOUT HALF-WAY THROUGH THE SHOW, ABOUT EIGHT SONGS IN, THE CROWD STARTED TO GET ROWDY. ROWDY ENOUGH THAT IT KINDA.. GOT THE FUCKIN ATTENTIONS OF SOME OF THE EMPIRICAL OFFICERS LOOMING AROUND IN THE AREA.THEY CAME INTO THE FUCKING FIELD JUST AS I’D STARTED AMPING THEM UP FOR A CULL RALLY.
FOR ALL OF YOU UNEDUCATED NOOKWHIFFS OUT THERE, A FUCKING CULL RALLY WAS.. THE ASSEMBLY OF A LARGE GROUP OF TROLLS, USUALLY AT A CONCERT OR SOME OTHER EVENT THAT REQUIRES A MASSIVE GROUP. OF WHICH, THE OUTCOME OF THE ASSEMBLY WAS VERY OBVIOUSLY STATED DEATH.
I GOT THE WALL TO BUILD AND THEN TOLD EVERYONE TO CHARGE. BLOOD WENT FUCKING EVERYWHERE. NOW, ALL OF THIS WASN’T ANY SORT OF FUCKIN INVOLVEMENT ON MY BEHALF UNTIL THE CROWD STARTED GOING SHITHIVE MAGGOTS AND CRAWLING ONTO THE FUCKING STAGE TO GET AWAY FROM THE AUTHORITIES. I WAS WEAVING BETWEEN WEAPONS AND CLAWS AND TEETH, WHICH, MIND YOU, IS NOT FUCKING EASY.
THE OFFICIALS STARTED THROWING GAS BOMBS INTO THE CROWD TO KNOCK PEOPLE OUT, AND I DON’T FUCKING BLAME THEM. THE WHOLE THING WAS A GODDAMN SHITSHOW.
HOWEVER, IT’S EXTRA BAD WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE WITH A SLEEPING FRIEND IN YOUR ARMS, WEAVING BETWEEN THE BLOODSHED AND CHARGING STRAIGHT THROUGH CLOUDS OF SHIT THAT MAKES YOUR LOOKSTUBS STING WITH THE HEAT OF THE ALTERNIAN SUNS AND YOUR THROAT FEELING LIKE YOU’VE JUST SWALLOWED SMOLDERING EMBERS.
I GOT FUCKING SHOT, AT ONE POINT. THANKFULLY THE BULLET DIDN’T GET INTO ANY OF MY SUPER SENSITIVE INTERNALS, BUT IT SURE FUCKING FALTERED ME BACK A BIT. THEY TRIED TO CATCH UP TO ME, BUT I MANAGED TO DUCK INTO AN ALLEYWAY AND TUCK MORA AND I INTO A FUCKING DROSS COFFER. IT WAS DISGUSTING AND GRUNGY, AND I GOT A FUCKING INFECTION FROM IT THAT HURT LIKE HELL FOR A GOOD FEW WIPES, BUT WE STAYED THERE UNTIL SHIT CALMED DOWN.
MIND YOU, THERE’S.. SOME SHIT THAT’S HAPPENED BEFORE THAT I’VE DONE THAT’S WAY FUCKING WORSE THAN THIS.
THIS IS ONE OF THE MORE FUCKING TAME STORIES- SOME OF THE WORST DOESN’T NEED TO SEE THE LIGHT.