Ah... Sooahs'poosenaeallhumans'rebeholdent'th'humaneconomies...
(interesting... Grabs her notepad, now that she's finally done making a traditional gaelic decoration, compelled to write this shit down.)
...Thetmeansyeroobootsarenae—... weell... Etmakessense, yecannaereproduice... 'nlessyebuildanoother, sooyedunnaehaeth'urgest'fightferbreedenrights.
...You'd... let me have this...?
(Blinks, looking... well, stunned, a bit.)
Not to stick my head in a gift-horse's ass, but how much did it cost?
...Oo, et'sjistfieldnootes, lass. Observeetions, anecdootes, annaethengahgleanfrimkeepenmahearsoopenan'maheyesshairp, aye? Dunnaeworry, ahdoon'tthenket'sscientefect'bewritenannaethengunflatterenordesteestfulabootyerspecies.
(Small smile, illuminated eerily by the light of the jack o' lantern.)
Aye, precisely! Sooyernaegoovernedbybasereproducteveurges, theereforeth'cocksamoongyearenaesoo... cockesh. An'jistbetweenus, hens... ahwishcocksengeneralwerenaecockesh.
(Takes it and swings it a—
(...And smiles a tiny bit.)
...Okay... uh...
Shit, I'm gonna embarrass us both... my doodles are fuckin... rrgh... why do you gotta be so cool but then also so nice...?
...Thank you. Really, thank you... I'll work on my stuff a bit and... maybe show you, if it turns out good at all.
with that... I spleep
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(There is now a large, L-shaped structure made of dice
in the main room.)
(No evidence remains of what could have made it besides a small trail of dirt crumbs and dust and leaf fragments, around its base and trailing out the door.)
(A Presence waits on the stair. It is massive, but not imposing. It enjoys Being.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019sporadic break-posting, frick the police...! just don't expect much direct interaction cuz i'm setting something up kinda
(The room has been gradually filled with a few more of Mac's turnip jack o' lanterns, which give it a semi-ominous glow.) (The Presence watches, impartial.)
(There is now, in addition to the weird and random dice-L, a matchstick tower
◊ on the table. A rattling noise can be heard as something slips out the back door, having left a trail of mud and dead leaves in its wake.) (It drinks this in, but elects not to interfere for now. Being here is a small and quiet blessing.)
Edited by MobileLeprechaun on Oct 29th 2018 at 1:16:48 PM
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Scare me? Oh that's rich! You thought I was scared. I'm not scared, no. Not ever. Seriously, tell me about how I'm insignificant in that lovely cosmic horror kind of way, or something. Not scared of that!
Or maybe whisper sweet eldritch knowledge into my ear, driving me insane to the point where I slaughter a family of pigs, thinking it's the family that I never had. Not scared of that either!
-okay, Brie, you can slow down now- Or maybe you should wield a minigun revved up and pointed at my back-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Main Room
A-agreed...It's w-why I like h-hanging out with Flame Stag and Commander Yanmark more t-than the others. (smiles) My human c-counterpart is an exception. I w-wish people were more l-like her.
Outside
(The attack pierces through X's Buster shots.)
Looks like we'll have to take one for the team ...
Heh. Took the words from my mouth, X.
(The duo moves towards the shockwaves and get shredded. Luckily, they're still alive, but the attack revealed that they were robots.)
Edited by josh6243 on Oct 28th 2018 at 9:14:38 AM