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mayfield_rpg2012-01-25 12:39 am
crusthatecean) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-25 12:39 am
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[Phone]
You...
[For someone who is able to speak so angrily and prolifically on essentially anything at all, Karkat for once really seems to be at a loss for words. It's more than that, though; he's furious but frightened, and one of the only life lines he's been clinging to is gone. But his ability to speak returns quickly.]
Who sees a strange machine they know nothing about and fucking destroys it? Great job, there's no way that could have possibly been important, or possibly a trap? Hey, I heard the Mayor say something suspicious about your misshapen puss dripping seedflaps, maybe you should blow those up with wild abandon, too.
No, that's right, nothing is fucking important except your little choose your own fun wiggler exploration adventure games. Nothing fucking matters except finding a way out of here, and the best way to do that is to smash whatever you see in case it might trigger the explosion activated home teleportation device, is that it?
I'm done with all of your petty pointless 'resistances.' Did any of us ever say we wanted you acting on your behalf? It's unclear to me, please refresh my memory. Who is in charge of this again, and what do you do? As far as I'm aware, it seems to involve running around becoming engorged with self-importance until the weight knocks you onto your asses and basically nothing else! Have any of these little explorations and expeditions ever accomplished anything? If so, please enlighten me, I am waiting with bated breath to hear of the one positive thing that has ever come of you running into any place Mayfield decides to allow you to enter and poking things until they explode.
Thank you. Thank you for your fucking service! I'll just bend over in case you had any tentacle fronds you wanted to explore our cavities with, it is the least I can do considering the swelling gratitude fluid building up in my bloated tribute sacs! In case you weren't aware, my species expresses gratitude through expelling endless fountains of vomit everywhere.
Just ignore that, though. Most of us dying, even those of us who never wanted to fucking destroy this place in the first place, is a small price to pay for you bringing yourselves to completion because you may have found a clue!
I don't even know if I care who you are, but if you give even the slightest shit about what you did, then fix this. But of course, I doubt any of you do care about just some more dead trolls and humans and cat monsters or whatever this place holds, so fuck you and goodbye.
[Filtered to Friends]
[Following that incredible display of reasonableness, he sounds somewhat less angry for the following call, although he still remains tense and clearly on the verge of flying the fuck off the handle.]
All right, you idiots. I know most of you can't go outside without accidentally disemboweling yourselves.
I need all of you to tell me what's happening. Don't be the one asshole who decides to keep this shit to himself to satisfy some pathetic notion of pride. I need to keep track of everything that's wrong, and if I included you in this transmission, it's because my mental list of business I reluctantly have to be involved in says I need to keep track of whether you're bleeding geysers out of one auricular clot or two.
If any of you die, so help me, I will hunt you down and personally desecrate your sorry hideous corpse using nothing but a knife I carved out of pure hate.
[Action; 1338 Benny Road]
[> Be the one asshole.
Karkat has been scarce all day; disappearing frequently when he is around and wearing a heavy coat even indoors. But by evening on the 25th, he's disappeared completely, and unavailable by phone. Housemates or anyone coming to look for him will find the upstairs bathroom locked, but he won't respond to anyone trying to get inside.]
You...
[For someone who is able to speak so angrily and prolifically on essentially anything at all, Karkat for once really seems to be at a loss for words. It's more than that, though; he's furious but frightened, and one of the only life lines he's been clinging to is gone. But his ability to speak returns quickly.]
Who sees a strange machine they know nothing about and fucking destroys it? Great job, there's no way that could have possibly been important, or possibly a trap? Hey, I heard the Mayor say something suspicious about your misshapen puss dripping seedflaps, maybe you should blow those up with wild abandon, too.
No, that's right, nothing is fucking important except your little choose your own fun wiggler exploration adventure games. Nothing fucking matters except finding a way out of here, and the best way to do that is to smash whatever you see in case it might trigger the explosion activated home teleportation device, is that it?
I'm done with all of your petty pointless 'resistances.' Did any of us ever say we wanted you acting on your behalf? It's unclear to me, please refresh my memory. Who is in charge of this again, and what do you do? As far as I'm aware, it seems to involve running around becoming engorged with self-importance until the weight knocks you onto your asses and basically nothing else! Have any of these little explorations and expeditions ever accomplished anything? If so, please enlighten me, I am waiting with bated breath to hear of the one positive thing that has ever come of you running into any place Mayfield decides to allow you to enter and poking things until they explode.
Thank you. Thank you for your fucking service! I'll just bend over in case you had any tentacle fronds you wanted to explore our cavities with, it is the least I can do considering the swelling gratitude fluid building up in my bloated tribute sacs! In case you weren't aware, my species expresses gratitude through expelling endless fountains of vomit everywhere.
Just ignore that, though. Most of us dying, even those of us who never wanted to fucking destroy this place in the first place, is a small price to pay for you bringing yourselves to completion because you may have found a clue!
I don't even know if I care who you are, but if you give even the slightest shit about what you did, then fix this. But of course, I doubt any of you do care about just some more dead trolls and humans and cat monsters or whatever this place holds, so fuck you and goodbye.
[Filtered to Friends]
[Following that incredible display of reasonableness, he sounds somewhat less angry for the following call, although he still remains tense and clearly on the verge of flying the fuck off the handle.]
All right, you idiots. I know most of you can't go outside without accidentally disemboweling yourselves.
I need all of you to tell me what's happening. Don't be the one asshole who decides to keep this shit to himself to satisfy some pathetic notion of pride. I need to keep track of everything that's wrong, and if I included you in this transmission, it's because my mental list of business I reluctantly have to be involved in says I need to keep track of whether you're bleeding geysers out of one auricular clot or two.
If any of you die, so help me, I will hunt you down and personally desecrate your sorry hideous corpse using nothing but a knife I carved out of pure hate.
[Action; 1338 Benny Road]
[> Be the one asshole.
Karkat has been scarce all day; disappearing frequently when he is around and wearing a heavy coat even indoors. But by evening on the 25th, he's disappeared completely, and unavailable by phone. Housemates or anyone coming to look for him will find the upstairs bathroom locked, but he won't respond to anyone trying to get inside.]