considering this app round, oc is from yet another zombie filled verse.

[culpable]

So, wait. Lemme see if I get you.

You wanna send me to space. With showers, and food, and nobody holding a fuckin' gun to my head to make sure their graves get napalmed and fast.

And the biggest shit I got to worry about there is jumpsuits and a creeper with a red pen fetish? Shit, I'll call him professor and bend on over just for the shower alone.

What I'm saying is, get the fuck moving. Mama needs a brand new pair of socks.

...No, seriously. I'm out.

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[cons]

[ wichita feels like she needs to be best friends with you and she can't figure out exactly why just yet.

maybe it's her obvious appreciations for showers.





as if that doesn't sound creepy as hell or anything. ]

Finally.

[culpable]

[ WICHITA, HONEY, SHE KNOWS THOSE FEELS. ]

Why everybody up here keeps bitching about space is a goddamn mystery, if you ask me. Boo freakin' hoo, you get as many square a day as you want and and hot showers. I'm crying for 'em all.

[cons]

Well, we did just get fear gassed. Straight out of Dark Knight style. But yeah, the showers and hot food definitely make the occasional hellish moments worth it, I think.