my life is spiraling out of control; vt

[iterates]

"Take me places"? Throw me into a "fun game"? Feh!

Those so-called ideas of yours -- they're nothing but garbage.

CRUNCH!

[ And he balls up his fist like he's actually gone and crunched something up. He grins. ]

I'll do you a favor and add 'em to the heap.

Comments

Out of control? Sounds like a job for Scanty!

[betterthanpanty]

My, my, but you're a loud one indeed, aren't you?

[Was that racket really necessary? He seems to lack a certain mental stability, but then again who's she to talk.]

[The words "pot" "kettle" "calling" "black" come to mind Scanty...]

And when are these muns' games ever fun? [Empty promises abound!]

oh miss scanty oh -- also wow super late tag i'm sorrY

[iterates]

-- Just like a yoctogram to complain about something they just can't handle.

[ He's naturally loud, actually; hence the reason he doesn't seem to notice. Either that, or he doesn't seem to care.

There's a shrug. ]

I wouldn't know too much about it. That brain-dead fractal went and blew it, the first time she tried her hand at this. [ A snort. ]

In cases like hers, there's only one possible solution; so she's doomed to fail from the get-go!

S'all good!! :)

[betterthanpanty]

Ahh, see my mun's put some of her other muses into games, but she's not sure where to put one such as myself.

[Because there's only so many people who can tolerate your existence, Scanty...you just make so many friends wherever you go...]

...and what precisely is a yoctogram??

[She's getting the feeling that she's been insulted...]

[zeitgeists]

Don't be a party pooper, now.

super late tags for everyone yay

[iterates]

[ Wow. Look at how sour his expression got so quickly! ]

Figures you'd be around; after all, this place is teeming with nothing but tasteless tetrahedra.

[ Add that to the list of reasons Sho doesn't belong here. ]

Heh, it suits you.

[plays]

And you're one amongst the masses now! Don't be salty, Sho. Embrace the opportunities. You could find someone with the same predilection for numerals as you.

[noisycircus]

Oh pleaaase. There's nothin' wrong with, like, ideas! You're just mad cause they involve ya!

[iterates]

Ideas are calculated flawlessly, to the tee. All the brain-dead binomials around here are just tossing out garbage!

[ More for him to add to the heap. He does the 'CRUNCH!'-ing thing with his fist again. ]

And if that's all you had to say on the matter, then scram.

[noisycircus]

Yeah yeah yeah. You say garbage so much it's like, totally lost its meaning.

Besides, don't tell me to scram. You're the one, like, backtaggin' me!

[shamesthebrass]

You'd rather languish in mundane deadspace?

Huh. Color me surprised.

[iterates]

Do you really think I'd bend to some insignificant digit's will for the sake of entertainment? Hah! I've already thought of a quadrillion better ways to spend my time.

[ No he didn't ]

[shamesthebrass]

Like?

[your moment of truth, sho]