WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

You're all royally fucked in the deep dark future.

You heard me.

Don't tell me I'm the only one who knows what's goin' on?  You gotta' be shitting me!  I mean, I should be flattered.  I need medal or a sparkling star or somethin'.  But honestly?  You've all got too many shits, sticks, and dicks up your asses to believe little ol' me.  Heeh heeeh.  Oooooh well.

Anywaaaay...

Day two with no buzzkill.   Haven't snapped yet, but I'm thinkin' about taking a stroll in the city today.  I'm as giddy as a school girl who just got started bleeding in her panties for the FIRST TIME!   You've all really done a number on this place!  So I'm thinkin I'll start little and go big.  I'm a bit rusty on that whole spontaneous thing...  so Imma hit up somethin' with a little less meat on their bones.

This place is like a whole buffet.  I mean, people seem like they're feeling a lot better for going out and about here.    I'm standin' here and seein' that mommy and daddy are thinking it's A.O.K. for the kiddies to be out runnin' around by themselves now.  I even robbed one of them of their lil juice boxes.  Nothin' too big and bad.  I haven't had one of these things since I was fuckin' twelve years old.  Can't be drinkin' up any booze yet.  Something about a chemical reaction.  Anyway, I lost the straw.  Kid startin' cryin' when I took it away and I told him to get the fuck over it.  Then he started runnin'.  I really hate pussies.  So down he went.

Jesus Christ.  Parents are so incompetent these days-WOOPS-that's always been the case.  Guess you can't fix the whole maternal instinct bullshit.  'stime to give your kids some fucking balls.

Kinda' nippy out here, huh?

Screw you.

All of you.

I feel like shit.

Hey Wolvy.  Get me a goddamn asprin before I bust your eye open with my toenail.

((ooc: Not off my mini-hiatus yet, buuut... I have time to make this 8D))

Heh heh heeeeeeh.

Cute. Real cute, kiddos. Nice to see you're all lookin' out for each others' asses. Keeps you busy and out of my way.

I dropped that piece o' livin' scrap metal's "dog tags" down the toilet. 'scuse me but the toilet's over-flowing in the room. Whoever's next door might get a visit from whatever I've had to eat for the last day or so. Hope ya got a plunger. Hah.

I've moved out. Hey Shocker, if you need my location, let me know.

On a side note, I've gotten some pretty big bucks in the past week or so. Heh heh. That's right. I've been reeeeal busy. Looks like good ol' Rorshy, let alone any of you wasn't able to stop me this time around. Keep your eyes peeled for the paper, the body's 'll show up someday.

[[OOC: On a side note, IF IT'S OKAY WITH THE MODS, I'd like to say something about a few local corporation owners turning up dead in their apartments/homes/whatever with "insert lulz here" lodged in their heads]]

WHO THE HELL IS THE SMARTASS WITH THE SOCK ON HIS HEAD AND THE FEDORA?

Give me a name, NOW.