Bloodfall: Application
Liz is alright, giant brainbot is dead, no one is killed, everything's fine. I call this a good day. Still though, I have work to do. I don't like the idea the giant robots walking around. Not having any of that shit. Wherever that brainbot came from, I gotta find it. And when I do, I'm either gonna kill it so hard there isn't much left to bury, or blow it the fuck up until there's nothing but ash and memories. Can you tell I don't like giant robots? Anyway, most of whatever's left of the brainbot before Linda blew it up is with the cops, but I did manage to steal an important-looking piece off of it about the size of my chest for Arnie and his nerds to play with. Might give me clues. Annoyingly, about 3 days after this whole clusterfuck I haven't heard anything. So I'm just back to work with nightly slaughtering. I finally moved my armor back to the shack so that means I'm out to the woods. I get to the shack and I see something's off. The door is open. Padlock off and everything. The fuck? I storm on in ready to kill whatever the fuck got in here. The first thing I saw though was....Linda? Alright, i should be asking how the metaphorical and literal fuck she got in here, but....she's smiling at me. It's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't ask too many questions looking at it. I will ask why she's holding one of my old helmets, though. And what's with her hair? it's not in a ponytail? Actually, i like it like this...
"Linda?'
"Hey..."
"W-what's going on? How'd you get here?"
"I, uh...followed you here one night....so this is where you keep all your stuff, huh?"
"Uh, yeah....not very charming, but that's kinda the point."
"Yeah, I get it. Good idea..."
"....Hey, your bandage is off."
"Yeah. Got this ugly scar now, though."
"I think you still look beautiful. I like your hair, too."
"Thanks..."
"So....what's up? What'cha doing here?"
She looks at the old helmet for a few seconds, that beautiful smile still on her face. And that scar....I like that, too. She says it's ugly....if it wasn't for Liz, it would've been much worse.
"J....Can I talk to you? it's really important...to me. And maybe to you..."
Bloodfall: Application
Liz is alright, giant brainbot is dead, no one is killed, everything's fine. I call this a good day. Still though, I have work to do. I don't like the idea the giant robots walking around. Not having any of that shit. Wherever that brainbot came from, I gotta find it. And when I do, I'm either gonna kill it so hard there isn't much left to bury, or blow it the fuck up until there's nothing but ash and memories. Can you tell I don't like giant robots? Anyway, most of whatever's left of the brainbot before Linda blew it up is with the cops, but I did manage to steal an important-looking piece off of it about the size of my chest for Arnie and his nerds to play with. Might give me clues. Annoyingly, about 3 days after this whole clusterfuck I haven't heard anything. So I'm just back to work with nightly slaughtering. I finally moved my armor back to the shack so that means I'm out to the woods. I get to the shack and I see something's off. The door is open. Padlock off and everything. The fuck? I storm on in ready to kill whatever the fuck got in here. The first thing I saw though was....Linda? Alright, i should be asking how the metaphorical and literal fuck she got in here, but....she's smiling at me. It's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I can't ask too many questions looking at it. I will ask why she's holding one of my old helmets, though. And what's with her hair? it's not in a ponytail? Actually, i like it like this...
"Linda?'
"Hey..."
"W-what's going on? How'd you get here?"
"I, uh...followed you here one night....so this is where you keep all your stuff, huh?"
"Uh, yeah....not very charming, but that's kinda the point."
"Yeah, I get it. Good idea..."
"....Hey, your bandage is off."
"Yeah. Got this ugly scar now, though."
"I think you still look beautiful. I like your hair, too."
"Thanks..."
"So....what's up? What'cha doing here?"
She looks at the old helmet for a few seconds, that beautiful smile still on her face. And that scar....I like that, too. She says it's ugly....if it wasn't for Liz, it would've been much worse.
"J....Can I talk to you? it's really important...to me. And maybe to you..."