"'Consumed by sadness and the fallout of a now retreating fear.' That ought to be tagline for what it's like sporking this shit." ~KittyHP [A/N true to my word.]
Sporking: Stones to Abbigale. A book so bad it misspells it's title character's name.
A...
Kitty: *twitches in her sleep* N-n-nyuuuuuuuh... Not the crayons...
Nick: *steps through her portal, dragging John in with him*
John: *desparately slurping at as much bourbon as he can, before it's wrenched out of his hand from the other side of the portal*
Kitty: *wakes suddenly - sniffs* What asshole is wasting good bourbon?
John: *slurs as he slumps into his chair* Isss fortifuucashun *hic* Againsssh yur bloody bullsheeet!
Kitty: My god, I envy you...
Nick: You've got your vices. I'm sure you'll be fine.
Kitty: *pouts* Why must your mechanical heart be so cold? *whimpers as she hops onto his lap*
Nick: *skeptical look*
Kitty: When we left off, Mr. Donald Richof was finishing up the world's most patronizing speech. Now we get the heartstring yanking jerkoff session.
Nick: Must you be so crass?
Kitty: I'm sober. So... yes.
Mr. Richof continued, "I would now like to direct you to the screens on each wall to your left and right
John: Dafuque?
Kitty: I didn't think tedious descriptors of the environment in dialogue would ever come across as anything other than clunky.
Nick: It sounds like he's talking to a blind person.
Kitty: Gerg, do me a favor. Write out an intricate game of Twister and then read it back to yourself. See how long it takes for you to get bored.
John: Ye should probabibly specify dat they wear cloths... *grimaces and waves his hand in a warding gesture* Yaknow how thiss perfurrt thinks...
where you will be hearing from someone many of you know and care for."
Kitty: *blinks*... Ash Williams?
John: Who?
Kitty:
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Nick: Onision finishes that paragraph with a poor description of the lights going out and a projector coming on.
The screen immediately after revealed my gym teacher, Mr Mack, sitting back in his partially tilted upright hospital bed with a bandage over the his face, and another covering the side of his chest.
Kitty:
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