more metanoia sburb crossover nonsense
[someone please stop me before this turns into an AU. holy shit.]
if the metanoia cast played sburb…
paleHarbinger began pestering thunderbirdsButtmonkey
PH: This just never gets old.
TB: Are there even any enemies left on your planet?
PH: Haven’t seen any in a while, but there’s buildings still standing, so I’m still firing.
PH: Aw shit, that purple text dude with the hatecrush unblocked himself again. Can’t you blow up his computer or something? What kind of hacker are you?
TB: I’m a LITTLE BUSY right now, Star.
PH: Own fault. Your weapon sucks. I did offer to send you the code for this thing.
thunderbirdsButtmonkey has blocked paleHarbinger
PH: Love you too, asshole.
Star: Well, I’d make god tier in record time, but a fat lot of good it’d do me, since any death I died would be just. I would have basically the best weapons any player ever had, though. Considering the game looks designed to challenge the tender psyches of average adolescents, and considering we’re all grownups and about half-and-half geniuses and murder machines… yeah, what do you fucking think.
Because I think it’d cheat hard and annihilate us, actually. That game is a sore loser.
[oh my god this prompt. i don’t think i’m remotely done with it. i will never clear out my askbox at this rate and i do not care.]
Anonymous asked: is this dead? *pokes with a stick*
[no, dude, do you know how many other things i’m doing? if you can’t keep your pants on, make yourself useful by doing a pole dance.]
This pose is called ‘reading and ignoring you’.
[Sometimes I feel a little bad when my characters aren’t cooperative. But it’s called ‘shower of bastards’ for a reason…]
You first, dude.
green eyed redhead bitchfight go
Bash: I think for most stormchasers the answer to those questions will be the same.
Cory: That’s me in the picture there. What you can’t see is the driver of the other car screaming at me to get the fuck out of there.
Bash: Nowdays I’m the screamy guy. Sometimes I miss being young and stupid.
Cory: I still sometimes point straight up and yell HOLY SHIT WAS THAT A COW??? but it’s not the same.
seriously, this question, what the fuck.
[this felt pen tool. oh. marry me corel painter.]
emergency! deploy fluffy blankie!