[ shuffle, shuffle, thud....

silence... then the sound of someone muttering--no hissing profanities, doesn't that sound vaguely familiar? anyway there is some more shuffling and another thud, the lovely sound of a fist hitting concert before a nice crack and some more colorful profanities. if you listen hard enough you can hear something about "that tentacle bitch" and something about "damn ice bastard" along with a few complaints here and there.

but then it suddenly stops and there is some more shuffling until finally you can hear him clearly hissing something like "fucking finally" yeah he lost his journal at some point during his comfortable stay in this shit hole. ]

Hey, hey, dickbags, I want out. Hurry the fuck up will you-- [ pause, flick flick flick... ]

What the hell? I almost get my head chopped off, dragged to some armpit of fucking Paradisa and no one bothers to check if I'm still alive? Yeah yeah, fuck you too, go die in a fire... full of zombies.

Piranha zombies.


( ooc; apologies in advance, tags may be slow. going to go visit my grandmother today. i will get to them eventually i swear )