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BaRd oF RaGe
something dark and wicked this way comes
05 August 2021 @ 02:39 pm
01 November 2020 @ 12:16 am
Have anything to say about the way I play Gamzee in any of the games this journal is used for? Just say it here!
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28 November 2011 @ 07:47 pm
[The feed comes on to show a dark sky, the sound of rain in the background. Gamzee is sitting in the branch of a tree, soaked to the bone, facepaint running and mostly washed away. None of this seems to be bothering him much, and he's focused rather dispassionately on something held in his hands offscreen.]
So is it just out of motherfuckin' principle? Or do we got somethin' they want?
Because you know, they got all the rest of the forest to be inhabitin'. Ain't like we're takin' all up a whole lot of it. Are we?
Kind of a motherfuckin' shame.
[He raises his hands a little, and between them is the severed head of a satyr. The occasional flicker of lightning reveals that his hands and pant legs are stained in its blood.]
I could start myself a collection.
So is it just out of motherfuckin' principle? Or do we got somethin' they want?
Because you know, they got all the rest of the forest to be inhabitin'. Ain't like we're takin' all up a whole lot of it. Are we?
Kind of a motherfuckin' shame.
[He raises his hands a little, and between them is the severed head of a satyr. The occasional flicker of lightning reveals that his hands and pant legs are stained in its blood.]
I could start myself a collection.
19 September 2011 @ 06:42 pm
shiiit...
any of you motherfuckers get the tags off that hoofbeast that done trampled me?
feel like i just up and stretched myself right into my old skin again.
think i actually did.
any of you motherfuckers get the tags off that hoofbeast that done trampled me?
feel like i just up and stretched myself right into my old skin again.
think i actually did.
13 September 2011 @ 11:34 am
[There's a gray face taking up a lot of the viewscreen all of a sudden, unpainted and curious. The owner is poking a finger at various places on the device. Enough movement should reveal to anyone watching a familiar shirt and horns, though the latter are smaller than usual.
He says nothing, just continues to examine the object. Any noise in the distance causes him to jerk his head up and look in that direction until he's certain there isn't any danger.
The communicator at least seems worth keeping.
The young troll is outside Karkat's hive. It looks like it has enough places to hide in if necessary, so he hasn't yet wandered away.]
((Back from hiatus! Responses will come from
subjubregate.))
He says nothing, just continues to examine the object. Any noise in the distance causes him to jerk his head up and look in that direction until he's certain there isn't any danger.
The communicator at least seems worth keeping.
The young troll is outside Karkat's hive. It looks like it has enough places to hide in if necessary, so he hasn't yet wandered away.]
((Back from hiatus! Responses will come from
subjubregate.))30 August 2011 @ 09:38 pm
Hey. This is Gamzee Makara.
Just wanted to get the word out that it's chill. I'm chill.
Stand the motherfuck down off red alert and all that shit. I ain't gonna hurt nobody.
Not without a good motherfuckin' reason, anyway.
Just wanted to get the word out that it's chill. I'm chill.
Stand the motherfuck down off red alert and all that shit. I ain't gonna hurt nobody.
Not without a good motherfuckin' reason, anyway.
07 August 2011 @ 04:33 pm
[This hive makes so little sense. Someone clearly lives here, and it's the familiar air of this place that's kept him around in the first place, but even Gamzee's mess of a hive hadn't been set up this backwards.
For one thing, there are swords in the cold cupboard where he's pretty sure weapons aren't supposed to go. So he removes them, stashing them aside somewhere while he replaces them with the various containers of what he assumes are a beverage laying around. Beverages should be motherfucking frosty if possible.
He finally finds the food, also not in a logical location, and begins picking through it to see what he can cook up on the equipment provided. Even crazy clown trolls eventually get hungry, after all.
When he finally speaks over the communicator, his voice is accompanied by the sizzling of the stove.]
I know there's some other motherfuckers around here somewhere.
YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' HIDIN' FROM ME OR WHAT?
It's chill.
I'M DOWN WITH THAT.
I'll just stick it out in this place until my little friend decides to up and show himself again.
For one thing, there are swords in the cold cupboard where he's pretty sure weapons aren't supposed to go. So he removes them, stashing them aside somewhere while he replaces them with the various containers of what he assumes are a beverage laying around. Beverages should be motherfucking frosty if possible.
He finally finds the food, also not in a logical location, and begins picking through it to see what he can cook up on the equipment provided. Even crazy clown trolls eventually get hungry, after all.
When he finally speaks over the communicator, his voice is accompanied by the sizzling of the stove.]
I know there's some other motherfuckers around here somewhere.
YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKIN' HIDIN' FROM ME OR WHAT?
It's chill.
I'M DOWN WITH THAT.
I'll just stick it out in this place until my little friend decides to up and show himself again.
05 August 2011 @ 03:02 pm
IF YOU HAVE THIS JOURNAL FRIENDED FOR damned, YOU MIGHT WANT TO DE-FRIEND IT.
It's going to be part of a journal-based game and I'd hate to spam your f-lists.
(This is not a drop post.)
damned, YOU MIGHT WANT TO DE-FRIEND IT.It's going to be part of a journal-based game and I'd hate to spam your f-lists.
(This is not a drop post.)
05 August 2011 @ 02:25 pm
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