Posts tagged: musings
don't kill the peasants. violence is immoral.
*continue to kill peasants*
okay, at least don't kill the peasants on these days.
*pretty much continue to kill peasants e'ry day*
MUAHAHAHA! TRIAL BY ORDEAL! here, hold this red-hot iron for a sec. *hellfire blazes in the background*
Is it Sauron?
Is it Frodo?
Is it the One Ring?
Is this ever explained???
"I’m sorry! I misunderstood. You said boyfriend. I thought you said best friend. Carlos is my…best friend.”
"You lying bastard!"
Seeing John and the others in the path of imminent vaporization jerked Dave back, not only into his right mind, but 413 days into the past.
He was floating in a stretch of space, unremarkable save for the fact that it would soon become the epicenter of the violent unraveling of SBURB from all of paradox space, taking all of the beings currently playing or inhabiting its sessions with it. Dave would be the cause, and – he would believe for a while – the sole survivor.
He was surrounded by his friends and alternate-future-ecto-relatives, and he had seen this scene play out so many times before, seen them all flash-burn to ash so many times before, that as he looked around, all he saw were talking, breathing corpses. At least that made it easier to do what he knew (or thought he knew) that he had to do.
The ground tossed underneath his feet, changing from sand to ice to foliage to strangely substantial cloud, and Dave had to cling to the monolith – the only unchanging landmark – just to cling to his sanity. In the distance, the radio tower stretched into a gothic purple spire that he knew as intimately as his own nightmares.
I feel a sudden and inexplicable need for Matthew Swift in square-frame glasses.