on mun's renewed inspiration

[verybritish]

Must I be subject to your nostalgic whims? We had our time together. We agreed we were done. I was happily retired from your roster.

You can't expect anyone else to indulge you in this. You said yourself, you've traded up to the latest model of "Whedon ice queen". Why bother calling in a General when you have the Cavalry?

[To be absolutely fair, it's the direction Agents of SHIELD is taking that's brought this on: the damaged genius and the memories rewritten.]

I'm the patron saint of loneliness. I make you uncomfortable. You don't miss me.

Blaming the mun. This feels weird.

[thebiographer]

[Paige is as angry as Paige ever gets, which is...slightly huffy. More pouty than huffy.]

Well, thanks, mun. You said you wanted me to do something more serious and look what happened. Now I have to worry about Will. This is clearly such an improvement from covering Jingle Ball and getting to soak in the hot tub.

[Here's where the mun points out that she worries about everyone. Look what happened when she was dating Damien.]

That's not the point! It's not a game of which one was more nervewracking! The point is that I'd really like not to spend my Christmas season worrying about anybody! I don't like drama. I want to be the one that...never mind.

[Still pouting.]

Playing Inquisition, picked up a Warden instead.

[greymagic]

( Cut for spoilers from Into the Abyss. )

am I doing a voice test or am I fighting the urge to app this asshole everywhere

[newhair]

So let's get this right.

You've watched me go from being some mute-ass punk in Stillwater, to Leader of the Saints, to being a national hero, to becoming fucking President of the USA and leader of the fight against an alien occupying force, and you want to take me back to square one?

Nah-- Less than square one. Least I had the Saints for all of that.

[Not that they couldn't manage, but come on.]

You're out of your fucking mind.

Voice test, looking at maskormenace

[madpapercrafts]

Miss Mun, I am happy that I’ll have a chance to at least see some of the family. However, you are not a Zoldyck and are prone to sickness.

If you are going to pass out, please do it away from the computer.

[Kalluto app is on there and Kalluto doesn’t need that weak ass mun messing things up by breaking her labtop in a sickness induced fever.]

Now that we’ve cleared this why must I go to public school? I’ve already been tutored in all subjects of importance.

…

What do you mean, that learning to brew poison is not a proper school subject?

[You can just hear the horror in Kalluto's voice.]

Dat upd8 and maybe shameless plugging for universal_destiny

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

( Cut for courier, spoilers, and theories. )

Considering Between Twisty or Dandy

[twistytheclown]

Where are the children? You said they’d need my help from the freaks. I don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

Wait.

Mun, you said that you wanted to play that rich kid instead. Don’t. He’s a bad man.

(no subject)

[dicey]

Oh yeah, an umbrella. That'll be useful! The whole place has gone to hell and we're getting mini-disasters right and left, but hey, as long as I can keep the rain off me. That's a great way to fix everything, thanks! And don't even try to pull this "It's not my faaaaault" bullshit on me. So you don't personally pick the events; so what! When you put someone in a game, you are officially to blame for everything bad that happens to them, even if it's by proxy. That's just common sense; where have you been?

Oh! And quit fucking trying to enable alternate versions of people I know into the game. I know you think screwing with my feelings is sooooo funny and interesting, but after more than three years, I definitely get at least one veto, and I'm using it now.