06-28-2017, 09:40 AM
“This one first,” I continue. “Then all of them.”
“All of them!?” Batman shows some emotion.
“All of them. Come on, we’re rested, we’re young, we’ve slept. We’re men! What’s the matter, you afraid of a little hike?”
Batman’s eyes practically say it all: easy for you to say.
Tch, well, it’s hardly my fault everyone else is so slow. I didn’t choose to be perfect. Some entities are just born superior to others.
I send a private message to Graowr on twitter. Hey, heading to B7 drop. Where are you?
Doesn’t particularly matter either way. If she responds, we get some muscle to take the punches on my behalf. If she doesn’t, we get all those precious Dante-points. Honestly, I’d rather the former, but that’s if anyone even turns up to contest the item drop. At the rate we’re going, we’re going to have all the items. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jak is deliberately trying to tire me out, give some of the other contestants a chance.
I mean, I’d almost welcome the opposition at this point. A man starts to get bored with killing fish and mountain cats.
As we wander through the city, I wonder again what’s happened to Hendy. Did he go and get killed by that fat cop who was stuffing his face with donuts? Nah, no fucking way. So where is he? Probably still walking his slow ass between drops while I run around and pick them up. Aren’t vampires supposed to have superpowers? Super speed, turning into bats and shit? Only power I saw was not dying due to sleep deprivation and starvation. And that’s one of the shittiest powers I can think of. Food and sleep are the best things ever. Other than sex. But I don’t really feel like getting jiggy in front of the cameras – as much as I’m sure Graowr would love to service her God and as much as the fans would want to see it – so that particular pleasure will have to wait until I get home.
It has been a while, though. At least a few months by my count. Would I fuck some putty?
… Yeah, probably.
“All of them!?” Batman shows some emotion.
“All of them. Come on, we’re rested, we’re young, we’ve slept. We’re men! What’s the matter, you afraid of a little hike?”
Batman’s eyes practically say it all: easy for you to say.
Tch, well, it’s hardly my fault everyone else is so slow. I didn’t choose to be perfect. Some entities are just born superior to others.
I send a private message to Graowr on twitter. Hey, heading to B7 drop. Where are you?
Doesn’t particularly matter either way. If she responds, we get some muscle to take the punches on my behalf. If she doesn’t, we get all those precious Dante-points. Honestly, I’d rather the former, but that’s if anyone even turns up to contest the item drop. At the rate we’re going, we’re going to have all the items. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jak is deliberately trying to tire me out, give some of the other contestants a chance.
I mean, I’d almost welcome the opposition at this point. A man starts to get bored with killing fish and mountain cats.
As we wander through the city, I wonder again what’s happened to Hendy. Did he go and get killed by that fat cop who was stuffing his face with donuts? Nah, no fucking way. So where is he? Probably still walking his slow ass between drops while I run around and pick them up. Aren’t vampires supposed to have superpowers? Super speed, turning into bats and shit? Only power I saw was not dying due to sleep deprivation and starvation. And that’s one of the shittiest powers I can think of. Food and sleep are the best things ever. Other than sex. But I don’t really feel like getting jiggy in front of the cameras – as much as I’m sure Graowr would love to service her God and as much as the fans would want to see it – so that particular pleasure will have to wait until I get home.
It has been a while, though. At least a few months by my count. Would I fuck some putty?
… Yeah, probably.
Quote:Batnel moving from C17 to C6.
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