YOU GOT A FUCK SHIT STACK, A REAL FUCK SHIT STACK

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

need money fast

the workshop is now open to the public again

we make:

GUNS
CARS
MOTORCYCLES
WEIRD SHIT
SOMETIMES A SPACESHIP (DO NOT ASK FOR A SPACE SHIP)
ROBOTS
TOYS
GIANT ROBOTS
VEHICULAR TRANSPORT OF PRETTY MUCH ANY KIND, DO YOU WANT A VESPA THAT TURNS INTO A YACHT, WE COULD PROBABLY DO THAT

PRICES NEGOTIABLE WITH BEER

IMAGINE ALL OF THIS BEING YELLED BY A MONSTER TRUCK RALLY AD ON THE RADIO, IT REALLY HELPS SELL IT, I THINK

( Private to Cassandra Cain )

•69• [VOICE]

[scarabsuited]

Jeez-!

[panting.]

Hoo. Gahh. Okay. [huff. I NEED A MOMENT.] Okay.

[winded, and sarcasm? OF COURSE:] Dear diary.

Yesterday, I punched a triceratops! It was really cool. I think a lot of people I saved thought it was really cool, too. Except the guy whose car got crushed by a triceratops that was just punched. He was kind of mad. But overall, it was cool!

[huff. huff.]

And then I wound up having to punch a lot of dinosaurs! And it stopped being cool. It's actually pretty annoying now. More annoying than vaporizing bicycles. Or the snow-things. Well, maybe not more annoying than the snow-things. Those are pretty annoying.

[beat.

exasperated:] Seriously, though. Who ran over the Porter's dog? This is like top-tier stupid. And why aren't any of our magical people magicking this crap away? Come on! I punched a dinosaur! You can make it go away now!

[beat. pant. muttered:] I guess it's good timing. I'll be old enough to buy my own booze by the time I finish punching all this stupid crap...


[TITANS FILTER]

[after a moment to catch his breath:] Hi! Hey. So. Do we have plans? I like plans. I don't really have one - I mean, I punched a lot of dinosaurs. But if anyone has plans? I'd love to hear them.

Guys?

Bueller?

[beat.

there's a rumble and a CRASH.]

Awww, man!

Ninth Inquiry [voice]

[nottheanswers]

You know, the TCPD brass really ought to set up some kind of filter to let us freelancers in, to keep communication more streamlined. Might cut down on the number of times in a month I have to lurk around mailboxes.

Or make public posts to get their attention.

[VIDEO] ☆ 6

[boozebot]

This is disgusting!

[Bender's angry face is prominent on the screen, as he holds up a book called Batteries, Bulbs and Wires.]

I knew the Stupid Ages was dirty, but I always assumed that was in an environmental terms and not in a moral sense! Encouraging kids to read such lewd material--

[To prove a point, Bender flicks through the book until he comes across a section on circuit diagrams. With gusto, he pushes one of the diagrams right up to the camera.]

You can even see the battery terminals on this one! And don't even get me started on this other one I found--

[Bender now holds up The Manga Guide to Electricity.]

I always knew Japan produced some brutal porn, but I never knew it was this bad. Therefore, I'm going to have to ask- No! Demand that all copies of any sort of book containing electrical circuits be brought to me immediately!

That way, I can... Properly dispose of them. In a safe place. Yeah, that's right! So bring all of this porn to me, so children will never get their hands on it. Understand?

Bender, out!

[Video]

[cosmic_ring_hero]

[Freedom Ring is in the Library. Odd enough as that is, he's got a bunch of books around him on human biology and radiation. He frowns before letting out a sigh.]

Okay. I could use a little help. I need to talk with a doctor or scientist type. One that can explain some stuff to me...and it's kinda important. I need to know about how like...the immune system works and radiation and how they like...screw one another up.

[He closes the book he was reading. ]

Keep in mind that I was a B-student in high school and never finished college or picked a major so...gonna have to dumb it down a little for me. So uhh...who can help me?

there are no words for this; VIDEO

[notsoloyal]

[Shockwave, outside when there's dinosaurs? Haha, no never. It will never happen. Instead he's just sitting at his desk, listening to the Final Countdown - shhhh he likes weird music okay - although it's pretty quiet. He's working, can't have distracting music up too loud.]

I must admit. Dinosaurs are possibly the worst thing that has ever happened to this City. It hardly matters as to how long they are around for, merely the simple fact that any had to be present here at all is-

[He pauses, staring off at something. He looks very, very confused. He eventually shifts the camera a bit to show Panthro, that big panther he has as a pet, dancing. Yes that's right. DANCING. Some kind of foxtrot or something.]

... Giselle! Why is the panther dancing?!

[ the thirty-first ] / [ voice ]

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

What is a gift of the past, held in the present, and aspiring towards the future?

[There's a casual beat. It's brief, he's not accepting any answers.]

Legacy. One's own, shall we say, collective narrative. Some might attribute their stories to that of fate, or any variable beyond their control. Others strive to forge their own legends using the crude inheritance they were born with, hoping to create something more immortal than dead deeds. And few might even seek to start anew, obliterating one thing in exchange for another.

We all have our legacies here, don't we? The environment gives easy rise to the occasion. The past week is, if anything, yet another dazzling example of why. Perhaps in ways subtler than the ideal.