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I’m not going to try to understand why The Kid keeps hanging around, I honestly don’t know why he likes me so much, whatever OK, he’s pretty placid and usually just happy sitting around but
please
Everytime, I take my eye off you for like a minute and then you’re trying to play around with a Von Gacy or something, I swear I can feel my lifespan getting shorter
How lucky or loaded do you gotta be to get a fresh, not recycled shirt around here. I mean ye, they're pretty much free but I'm pretty sure the guy who used to own this got stabbed??? I already got shirts like that, patching can only do so much
Heheh, okay I know I got pissed at the twat parade from Area 4 and then I figured, yeah I can get madder and madder the more I look at them and at every backwards shitty thing that comes out of their smug smarmy face holes, like for fuck sake he’s a kid why would you say that to a kid?? ‘Unimpressive??’ I’ll show you unimpressive you fucking-... Anyway, I could just repress all that shit and ruin my week. Or I could cheer myself up a bit. So it was cafeteria time, we all get given a certain amount of food per worker and after that we can pretty much do what we want. So I take my meat and leave and decide hey I can eat at the station, no rules against it. On the way there I flick off some fat, some grisel, a bit of meat juice and some of our friendly shitbag ghost start getting interested. I sit myself down, let it air and pretty much didn’t touch it apart to flick out the occasion bit to the gathering ghosts. I end up getting a fair amount near by and yeah they’re wanting my food but not enough to attack me, I’m giving them some but not enough to fill a tooth, ya get me? Then on time as always comes the twat parade ready to get on the monorail and head on back to shit central with a few grunts carrying their shit and man their faces are punchable. So they got on. The ghost are hungry. I throw my tray through the train doors and they go after it. The doors close with the ghost inside. Have a fun ride back, now
yeah, there was an inspection today why d’ya ask.
Okay okay okay, so. You want to know what REALLY gets on my last nerve? Area 4′s. They are legitimately the most fuckingly annoying pretentious asshats I ever have to deal with. They’re like Steve but multiplied, shitty times by Steve that is how bad they are. Like, workers down here? Yeah, they’re twitchy and asskissy and, shit when they’re on withdrawals they are not fun to be around but I would take being coated in sugar and thrown into a room full of them then ever have to deal with Area 4′s prissy nonsense ever again. The Pastels think they’re the hottest thing since the fire pits and they get their jollys on telling ‘us commoners’ what to do I swear, but sometimes I hate the Area 4 Calvarys more. Because they could have been like us but they for whatever fucking reason got cherry picked up there and they take any opportunity to prove to those precious Pastels that they aren’t ‘like those other Calvarys’ which includes treating us like we’re worth nothing to them. Like they don’t know that they’re worth shit to the Pastels too.
Jokers are just like... weird to have. Like. They can revive people yeah? But not like... all the time. And if you get shanked even if you gotta Joker on you, its not like you can use it on yourself. It’s like... what, just carry them around and if I choke I just gotta hope someone knows I got one and actually gives a shit about me enough to bring me back? Like if you die with a Joker on you, someone’s just more likely gonna take the Joker and keep it for themselves and let you rot. That or the fucking ghost knicks it and eats it why the fuck to they eat random shit, I saw one eat an entire packet of pencils like... why.
Well. Apparently Shitscram is some sorta old as shit gift giving thing from a long time ago that some lot still kinda celebrate? Either way I woke up with a pair of Jokers on me and I’m feeling kiiiinda threatened not gonna lie.
