i just want him to explode is that so much to ask
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i just want him to explode is that so much to ask
I tried to explain the slenderman mansion to my friend, we're watching marble hornets together and I was explaining later creepypasta lore.
"So the proxies all live in a mansion in the woods so they can work together, I think?"
"So its like the hype house?"
IM SCREAMING-
Perturabo: *Is in a loud and vicious argument with both Crucius and Edon on whether or not grox-dogs can be classified as a sandwich, and it's threatening to turn violent*
Nehetari: *is standing beside Perturabo and listening thoughtfully*
The Silent King (through interstitial message): "This is the being you've taken for your mate. Your Mahkotokh no less..."
Nehetari: *mildly confused by her father's obvious remark* Yes?
Nehetari enters
the debate hall goes silent
Nehetari sits
The Crypteks wait
Szarekh waits
the Iron Warriors wait
Perturabo waits
Nehetari speaks:
"...Apple cider flavor is superior to pumpkin spice."
The debate hall erupts into violent anarchic chaos
Undocumented Biome Types:
Sand quarry
Experiment zone
This was a forest, but I needed wood
Creeper-blasted plains
Manually corrected village
Clearing of unclear purpose
Pyotr twitched awake without realising he'd dozed off.
"Mgh?" he asked irritably, not raising his head from where it was pillowed on Meli's thigh.
She smiled down at him, then nodded off in the direction of the faint shouting that had awoken him.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm pretty sure it's just Kev and Dave having an argument."
Pyotr listened. His ears were better than hers, and yes, he could pick up enough to know that Shitbeard was berating Kevin about diesel motorbikes. He didn't care. The shushing sound of her fingertips persistently stroking one of his ears made it hard to hear, anyway. And hard to concentrate.
"D'you know, you sleep with your tongue out?" she informed him gleefully.
He scowled at that. The sheer size of his tongue meant that it required a conscious effort to keep it all in his mouth. He'd never seen himself sleeping, but it didn't surprise him that it would be sticking out while he did.
That, and Ape had made fun of him before for this exact thing.
"Shut up," he told her irritably.
"Okay. It's the cutest thing in the world though," she said, failing to shut up.
"What? No. Nothing about me is cute. And you said the same thing about Ape. You need your brain examined."
"If you say so," she murmured, also failing to hide her amusement.
He grumbled, but didn't push the issue any further. He was tired, and comfortable - as comfortable as he could be in this tunnel at any rate - and let her have her stupid opinions. What kind of useless prey thought that predators were cute?
"Yeah you're a dipshit," Ape told her from her other thigh, causing Pyotr to scrabble upright with a curse.
@saluthaiduc
every time my mom says "let's just see if there's anything good on netflix" i actually wished I was in France forever for the rest of my life yes i hate the experience of aimlessly browsing netflix more than i hate the french