Danny Archer (
diamondintherough) wrote2010-03-27 10:50 pm
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We've been out of blood for the beasts for some time, huh? What's to stop us from just not feeding them anymore? Can't we lock them up and just let them starve? They live forever, all right? So there'd be no "death toll" or worry of them coming back. We just lock them up and let them starve like the monsters they are.
Why is everyone treating them like they're some kind of humans, huh? I could say the same about some of the other creatures here too, but they haven't become dangerous yet.
We've been out of blood for the beasts for some time, huh? What's to stop us from just not feeding them anymore? Can't we lock them up and just let them starve? They live forever, all right? So there'd be no "death toll" or worry of them coming back. We just lock them up and let them starve like the monsters they are.
Why is everyone treating them like they're some kind of humans, huh? I could say the same about some of the other creatures here too, but they haven't become dangerous yet.
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SORRY DUDE, Rex is fairly avoidant when it comes to these things
rex why so difficult :c
It's his nature to be a total bitch c:
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To bother you.
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Level seven, room fourteen. Okay?
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That was quick.
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Spam - HAVE SOME SPAM, ANGE. MWAHAHA.
I shouldn't nap in the middle of the day anyway. Come on. I'll... scrounge up a bottle of wine or something.
Spam - IKR XD Columbus feels bad. I don't. <3luange
Spam - She'll recover somehow. Until then, we shall laugh diabolically.
You can sit at the table. Or the couch. Or the bed. Or the floor. I guess it doesn't really matter.
[With a small, triumphant noise, she proffers an unopened bottle of wine.]
Just like old times. Though I guess they're not very old to you. [She said with a small laugh.]
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Uh...
[The cork pops off with minimal damage and she walks over to the bed, handing him the bottle. She looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment or two.]
Five months in a couple of days. I'm having a hard time believing it myself.
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Oh yeah? Who do you think it's gonna be? Anybody you're particularly interested in?
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