#weepingcypress

[76818likesmeat-blog]

weepingcypress

“Excuse me, can you treat a broken arm?” The large elsen lumbers over and points to his left arm which looked quite mangled. “I have been trying to mine with one hand but I am getting annoyed with that. Hhh.”

[curiousmotion-blog]

((if lemongrab had told zeke his situation he would have been a whole lot more sympathetic, definitely more sympathetic than chris

but he fucked it up

good job, lemongrab))

[curiousmotion-blog]

v//v for both hugo and chris

Hugo: Would it be too weird to just... Ask to rub his stomach..? Probably... Definitely. Yeah, I’m not going to do that.

Chris: Is she eyeing up my sister?! ...Wait, why do I feel jealous of Chris? Why do I feel jealous like THAT?

[leftoverseer]

Breaking news update: All the elsen here do is stare at me. There've been doing this the entire time I've been here, they all have the exact same damn expressions. By the Queens Tits, this file(zone?) is weird as fuck.

[leftoverseer]

Walks around in the rain for awhile, notices people starting to glance at him weird. Frown and looks over himself. Only just now notices a bleeding gash on his side from that very unhappy cow.  "Huh."  Searches pockets and finally finds his much maligned neck tie. Calmly blocks the bleeding with it before carrying on his way. 

[leftoverseer]

Is currently poking a cow with a stick. The workers are unsure what to make of this. The cow is unsure what to make of this.

[leftoverseer]

This file has fucked up looking cows

[leftoverseer]

A Close Encounter

Clive wasn't in the best mood.  The day started so well. The leftovers fortune schick was going great, he was hardly hungry anymore and the other elsen were more than happy lessening his workload for some sugar cubes but then... Steve "Oh Clive, how great to see you Clive, isn't it a joyous day, I have assigned you to personally escort these supplies to a Zone 1 medical centre." "...I don't really..." "You leave immediately, may your trip be cause for great jubilation." I hate you, Steve. Then he was saddled with crates, containing staples apparently staples are now worthy of fucking escort, and had to have spent what seemed like hours on the Interzone Express Train and no he's not nervous you shut up.

"Joyous this, jubilant that, quick staple these words to my ass because I can't live without them..." Clive muttered snidely, staring out the window at the pitch black that was slowly giving way to a colour palette different to what he was used too. 

"Well," he said to himself absently, "I get to see somewhere new atleast... just have to go drop this off first."  With that the train screeched to a halt.