06-23-2017, 03:29 PM
Ohgod sleep. Sleep is so good.
I don’t even remember going to bed. But sometime after crashing into a sofa, the blinding glare of the lights is enough to rouse me from my slumber. It’s a good thing, too. I can’t afford to rest too long.
I can’t believe I let myself get to that point. It was … unbecoming, that’s for sure. I hope I didn’t too anything too unbecoming. But … ah … I’m entitled to a bit of sleep-deprived … God-antics. Shit, I haven’t done half the things Loki did fully sober. Stands to reason he exists too, in some far-off plane, if Odin does. I don’t think I could party with that guy. Then again, if Odin is anything to go by, those stories are probably a huge exaggeration.
Still.
Dude fucked a horse.
I fuck snake-women, but horses are over the line for this particular deity.
I wish I could stay in bed, but time is omnilium, and I’m all about that sweet-sweet-scrilla. Or blood-money, as it is wont to become when it enters my hands. God-blood-money.
I’m going to kill Omni.
I rise and notice that Hendy is not around. “Victor?” I call. “Victor.” No answer. “Victor Hendy!” No answer.
I suddenly panic. He didn’t?! But no, my egg is still there, where I left it. Nestled between my shaft and balls. What’s more, he left something else. Well, I can put behind me any thoughts of betrayal.
Seems like everybody else has left too. I go to the pantry and raid it for fruit, stuffing my face with bananas, grapes and apples while tucking bread and cheese into my knapsack. There’s a bit of ham, too, and I take that with some mustard and olives. Man’s gotta have sandwiches. I ain’t a freaky-deaky vampire, I can’t survive on blood and air alone.
I check myself out in the mirror. Two days of stubble. Gross. I laser it off before anyone can see me. Damn paparazzi are everywhere, and while some might like the just-out-of-bed look, I’m not one of them. My fans need to see me as pristine as possible, even when I’m putting my enemies to death. No, especially when I’m putting my enemies to death.
I rush out the door once I’m done. They’ve already announced new drops.
To my surprise, I’m barely half a mile down the road when I run into a familiar face.
“Hendy! Have you been walking this whole time?”
I don’t even remember going to bed. But sometime after crashing into a sofa, the blinding glare of the lights is enough to rouse me from my slumber. It’s a good thing, too. I can’t afford to rest too long.
I can’t believe I let myself get to that point. It was … unbecoming, that’s for sure. I hope I didn’t too anything too unbecoming. But … ah … I’m entitled to a bit of sleep-deprived … God-antics. Shit, I haven’t done half the things Loki did fully sober. Stands to reason he exists too, in some far-off plane, if Odin does. I don’t think I could party with that guy. Then again, if Odin is anything to go by, those stories are probably a huge exaggeration.
Still.
Dude fucked a horse.
I fuck snake-women, but horses are over the line for this particular deity.
I wish I could stay in bed, but time is omnilium, and I’m all about that sweet-sweet-scrilla. Or blood-money, as it is wont to become when it enters my hands. God-blood-money.
I’m going to kill Omni.
I rise and notice that Hendy is not around. “Victor?” I call. “Victor.” No answer. “Victor Hendy!” No answer.
I suddenly panic. He didn’t?! But no, my egg is still there, where I left it. Nestled between my shaft and balls. What’s more, he left something else. Well, I can put behind me any thoughts of betrayal.
Seems like everybody else has left too. I go to the pantry and raid it for fruit, stuffing my face with bananas, grapes and apples while tucking bread and cheese into my knapsack. There’s a bit of ham, too, and I take that with some mustard and olives. Man’s gotta have sandwiches. I ain’t a freaky-deaky vampire, I can’t survive on blood and air alone.
I check myself out in the mirror. Two days of stubble. Gross. I laser it off before anyone can see me. Damn paparazzi are everywhere, and while some might like the just-out-of-bed look, I’m not one of them. My fans need to see me as pristine as possible, even when I’m putting my enemies to death. No, especially when I’m putting my enemies to death.
I rush out the door once I’m done. They’ve already announced new drops.
To my surprise, I’m barely half a mile down the road when I run into a familiar face.
“Hendy! Have you been walking this whole time?”
Quote:Moving Enel from SHB to B14. Allying with Hendy again.
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