Jun 29, 2017
#London #TortureChambers #Royal (at Tower of London)
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#London #TortureChambers #Royal (at Tower of London)
I loved this museum and it's torture chambers! You English are some sort of sons of bitches! #London #TowerBridge #TortureChambers #CrownJewels #LionsTigersAndBears (at Tower of London)
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Your muse's dying wish with 70 hours to live
"I'm going home." Fritz snarled, stuffing his minimal belongings in a tattered military bag while Al sat at the American's feet and watched.
"Fuck zhis var, fuck zhis base, fuck teleporters, fuck bread, fuck everyzhing. I plan to spend zhe next 70 hours in vizh my family, and I plan to die vrapped around my fiance."
He slung the bag over his shoulder, whistling for Al to follow.
"Enjoy your last zhree days. I'll see you in hell."
torturechambers said: STOP THAT
bless yur soal
torturechambers said: WHY ARE YOU CRYING
bECAUSE I'M LAUGHING SEND HELP
torturechambers said: 10/10 would bang.
i'M CRYING HELP
don't tell her boyfriend he'll murder u uvu
torturechambers entered your office.
Now, Guillaume at least tried to seem welcoming to each visitor he had through his office doors. However, today really wasn't a good day, the medic found himself with much too much paperwork. He also stumbled upon yet another phantom file. The moment he heard someone open the door, he placed it in his top desk draw, closing it and locking it with a small key before looking up at his visitor.
A BLU, a fellow medic. How odd, he must have had the wrong room? Guillaume had no idea why he was there ... Soon he found a need. A need for this guest that is. His expression changed almost immediately. A rather forced looking smile on the medic's lips, he was attempting to be friendly.
"Welcome monsieur," he greeted, gesturing to the seat opposite his desk and offering him a chair. "What brings yeoo 'ere?"
torturechambers is following you
"Hmm?" Looking up from her perch, a Medic in front of her was not something she normally saw on a regular bases. But politeness was a necessity that she carried with her, no matter a persons faction. "Hujambo good sir."