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to anyone who never has: please read my old scifi webcomic it’s the best and it’s super funny i promise
Mmm, Alanna seems to have taken up cooking and it's making me hungry.
The story of my characters as Sims is more interesting than what I'm writing right now.
Elizabeth used to be a strong, moral, leader kind of character.
Now she's an emotional wreck who can't get over her fucking ex boyfriend.
How did this happen
“I have a plan,” April said, sitting down and stuffing a crème puff in her mouth from the bowl sitting on Elizabeth's table. She had been eating a lot since SPOILER, and Elizabeth wondered if she was gaining any weight or if her high metabolism kept her slim. She didn't appear to be gaining any.
“What's that?” Elizabeth asked, stealing a crème puff for herself.
“We're gonna go to the ISME station,” April explained, “we're gonna get Jeannette, and then we're gonna leave.”
“Wow, great plan,” Elizabeth said, grabbing another puff. Being upset about Eugene had made her clothes a bit tight lately, and she stopped herself from having a third.
Wow Elizabeth when did you get so vain
“Hi, Christophe!”
“Nh,” Christophe's mustache twitched, and he bowed his head very slightly.
“Jeremy,” Alanna said. “Why doesn't Christophe ever say hi?”
“Cuz he...wants to eat you for dinner!” Jeremy said, making a dinosaur pose and chasing after Alanna, who squeaked and ran off, delighted at the game.
Christophe loves to eat young women for dinner
"Her hair, which Jeremy could only describe as honey chestnut brown, was so long that it flowed from the table and touched the floor."
Jeremy, you're such a woman.