Buuuurned, biotch

You guys are fortunate that you haven't seen my snarky side yet. Or at least, anybody who isn't RedSpy. Seriously, I can be as deadpan and sarcastic as Erebus sometimes. Especially when riffing on bad fanfics. (Anyone who mentions "My Inner Life" or "My Immortal" will hear anguished cries of sorrow.)

So this one dude, on the way to calculus class, asked me something. I told him my name, he told me his, then he said, "so can I have your number"

My response? "No." Then I walked off and laughed when I heard him say, "Well damn."Sorry, I don't give numbers to people I met five seconds ago. And besides, I'm happy with RedSpy, dammit.

And now my blog has become a mini-hotspot for RPing. Not that I mind, though. Just that things can get a bit cluttered.

Now, for a more in-character moment:

YOU GUYS SMELL THAT? That's the sweet fucking smell of steak cooking in the steakhouse near your bar. I wish I could dine there, but one god decided, "You are FAR too dangerous for the world. You must be sealed!" and trapped me behind the fourth wall in a room filled with Otakus. OTAKUS. Once I break out of this cell, I'm going to bust a cap in his ass and fry him! Goddamn gods, thinking they're all high and mighty. Don't even get me started on Lady Fortuna. She's a REAL bitch.

Also, Snakeface? Get a customized keyboard. And a sturdy ass bed. You're gonna need it.