You all right? Just busy?
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Sarpedon
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 1097 (0.24 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- Sarpedon 12 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
10 yrs ago
Current
I'M BACK! Hit me up!
10 yrs ago
Leaving 20 September until 30 October. Going to be a shitty time in the field. Probably going to be a week after that before I even think about writing again.
1
like
10 yrs ago
Going on exercise as of 19 September. Not sure if I am going for 3 or 6 weeks...
10 yrs ago
Vacation time! Will try to keep posting, but can't guarantee anything, please be patient.
2
likes
10 yrs ago
RIP in peace, Bauble. We barely knew ye...
1
like
Bio
ATTENTION:
Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
Thank you, have a nice day!
Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
Thank you, have a nice day!
Most Recent Posts
Kevin supposed that while out in the wasteland, knowing how to make a good cocktail probably wasn't that helpful, but he also knew that the best time for a good cocktail was when you were out in the wasteland. Zara seemed convinced that eating people wasn't so bad, though the contractor disagreed, if only because he found the thought a little repulsive. Then she assured him that there was plenty of opportunity to acquire corpses in the recovering world. He could see that, and didn't argue, though he did find the topic a little more unpleasant than he liked.
Thankfully his suggestion got them well away from dead people, and on to Zara telling him that he was wrong. Kevin chuckled a little while she did it, but before he could say anything else, the woman was back on the topic of eating people. She apparently needed to eat again soon, and he either had to buy her someone to eat, kill someone for her to eat, or let her chew on his arm. She seemed to be joking about that last point, but he decided to make something clear. "Tell you what? If you can separate my arm from my body, you can have it." he offered, entirely serious, "But if you'd like an easier meal, there is usually a small group of drugged-up psychos running around nearby. They don't like to get too close to town, but they tend to get eaten if they go any further away." he chuckled, wondering if amphetamines made people taste better or worse.
He supposed they could go find out, if Zara was really that hungry. And it would give him an opportunity to get through another week without having to worry about losing his mind. Kevin liked that idea, and supposed it was just a matter of finishing their coffee. To that effect, he downed what was left in his cup without a second thought, and then looked at his new friend. "I'm ready when you are." he assured the woman, trying not to stare down her shirt as he did. She was very shapely, especially considering the standard of living most people maintained nowadays, and he wondered if he might get his hands on her at some point. That was probably a question for later, though, since the last thing he wanted right now, was someone chewing on him for trying to cop a feel...
Thankfully his suggestion got them well away from dead people, and on to Zara telling him that he was wrong. Kevin chuckled a little while she did it, but before he could say anything else, the woman was back on the topic of eating people. She apparently needed to eat again soon, and he either had to buy her someone to eat, kill someone for her to eat, or let her chew on his arm. She seemed to be joking about that last point, but he decided to make something clear. "Tell you what? If you can separate my arm from my body, you can have it." he offered, entirely serious, "But if you'd like an easier meal, there is usually a small group of drugged-up psychos running around nearby. They don't like to get too close to town, but they tend to get eaten if they go any further away." he chuckled, wondering if amphetamines made people taste better or worse.
He supposed they could go find out, if Zara was really that hungry. And it would give him an opportunity to get through another week without having to worry about losing his mind. Kevin liked that idea, and supposed it was just a matter of finishing their coffee. To that effect, he downed what was left in his cup without a second thought, and then looked at his new friend. "I'm ready when you are." he assured the woman, trying not to stare down her shirt as he did. She was very shapely, especially considering the standard of living most people maintained nowadays, and he wondered if he might get his hands on her at some point. That was probably a question for later, though, since the last thing he wanted right now, was someone chewing on him for trying to cop a feel...
Kevin chuckled when Zara assured him that anything he had to say about himself was interesting. Apparently she liked figuring people out. Hopefully that meant she wasn't interested in eating him. He wasn't exactly worried, but being chewed on wasn't fun. Then he was distracted by her sudden change of position. He much preferred things this way, though. Clearly the universe liked him, as now he had a view of what he had correctly guessed to be the immaculate bottom of his hostess. He did manage to listen to what she had to say, though, luckily for him. That sort of multi-tasking was usually hard, but it seemed things were just going his way today.
"That sounds pretty cool to me. I mean, it means you've gotta be pretty good at mixing drinks, which is a must in this world. Eating people's a bit fucked up, but we do what we have to, right?" he offered in reply. Apparently Zara didn't think she was very interesting, but that seemed to be the case with everyone. When you're you every day, what you are is normal, even if "you" is a psycho vampire hacker that has managed to control the plague that controls so many. Taking an appreciative glance around as the woman explained that she'd set up everything herself, the contractor nodded to himself.
"Wait, they just throw away dead people?" he had to clear that one up. Last he'd heard, they still offered cremation services. Then again, he supposed there had to be at least some undesirables still kicking around. They probably didn't get properly disposed of. As he finished his thought, the man was interrupted by the realization that he'd finished his coffee. She'd told him to help himself, though, so he did, and mixed up a second cup to continue fuelling himself.
"You shoulda bought a Hi-Lux." he recommended unhelpfully. "I rode one of those things through snow, and ice and sand and mud and hot and cold and fuckin' everything. The fuckin' guns we set up in the bed would jam up or give out before the truck would even consider stopping. Fuckin' beast of a thing. And you wouldn't believe how many people you can fit in one if you really try..." he chuckled and then shrugged, "Obviously not very helpful here..." It wasn't like they might go out and buy a new vehicle either. He'd gotten along fine by himself on his own two feet. Then again, with all the money they'd be rolling in after this, he supposed some clever investments might yield a truck. He might even be able to put a crew together. He cut off that thought with a swig of coffee. He was thinking like his buddies had been. A small crew might take up the jobs a bigger company wouldn't take, but they wouldn't make enough to get by. By himself, he could manage, but there was little hope for more than that. That wasn't going to stop him from buying a truck if he could afford it, though. Having an nearly indestructible vehicle along would be incredibly helpful...
"That sounds pretty cool to me. I mean, it means you've gotta be pretty good at mixing drinks, which is a must in this world. Eating people's a bit fucked up, but we do what we have to, right?" he offered in reply. Apparently Zara didn't think she was very interesting, but that seemed to be the case with everyone. When you're you every day, what you are is normal, even if "you" is a psycho vampire hacker that has managed to control the plague that controls so many. Taking an appreciative glance around as the woman explained that she'd set up everything herself, the contractor nodded to himself.
"Wait, they just throw away dead people?" he had to clear that one up. Last he'd heard, they still offered cremation services. Then again, he supposed there had to be at least some undesirables still kicking around. They probably didn't get properly disposed of. As he finished his thought, the man was interrupted by the realization that he'd finished his coffee. She'd told him to help himself, though, so he did, and mixed up a second cup to continue fuelling himself.
"You shoulda bought a Hi-Lux." he recommended unhelpfully. "I rode one of those things through snow, and ice and sand and mud and hot and cold and fuckin' everything. The fuckin' guns we set up in the bed would jam up or give out before the truck would even consider stopping. Fuckin' beast of a thing. And you wouldn't believe how many people you can fit in one if you really try..." he chuckled and then shrugged, "Obviously not very helpful here..." It wasn't like they might go out and buy a new vehicle either. He'd gotten along fine by himself on his own two feet. Then again, with all the money they'd be rolling in after this, he supposed some clever investments might yield a truck. He might even be able to put a crew together. He cut off that thought with a swig of coffee. He was thinking like his buddies had been. A small crew might take up the jobs a bigger company wouldn't take, but they wouldn't make enough to get by. By himself, he could manage, but there was little hope for more than that. That wasn't going to stop him from buying a truck if he could afford it, though. Having an nearly indestructible vehicle along would be incredibly helpful...
Nice butts are the best
Oooh! Both of us like butts! :P
Kevin was just going to have to trust Zara when she assured him that two of them would fit on her bike. He wasn't exactly familiar with motorcycles, since his vehicular experience extended to cramming as many people as possible into a four-door Hi-Lux and then going as fast as the poor thing could manage so that it wouldn't set off any anti-tank mines. But those were stories for another time, so for the moment he put his trust in the vampire and took a look at her backpack. She seemed to think that if he could hold onto both of their bags, they would have no trouble going places on her dirt bike. After a moment, he nodded, "I think I can manage." It would probably take some finagling, but the contractor was pretty sure they could figure it out.
Now, since they'd worked past their differences, it looked like it was time to get to know one another. He chuckled as she suggested he looked military, and shrugged. "Contractor, actually." he waved his hands up and down like he was weighing something, "Well, ex-contractor. Worked for GoldGate Assurance. They signed me as soon as I was old enough to legally scribble my name on a piece of paper..." the introduction to his story was interrupted by directions to coffee, and the man wasted no time in getting some for himself, continuing to speak as he prepared his delicious, caffeinated nectar. "I did everything from guarding banks and armoured cars, to firing machine guns and rockets from the back of a moving pick-up. And this was back when it was really bad. Back when vampires were really tearing into the uninfected population. Crazy stuff. Then the layoffs started. The machines stabilized things, and suddenly the world didn't need an army of private soldiers to defend its citizens. All my buddies got cut. Some tried to start their own, competing businesses, but it never worked out. I used my experience, and the brand I'd worked for, and I took whatever work I could get. Being an errand-boy isn't so bad. It's almost like being an operator again, some days. And other days it's nice to be able to just walk down to the post office and pick up someone's mail instead of getting shot at..." of course, there were a couple of times he'd gotten shot at while picking up the mail, but again, those were stories for later.
"I'm not convinced you really want to hear all that, though." Kevin added as he realized he was starting to ramble, "Instead, how about we talk about how interesting you are?" with a name like "Zara" this woman had to be interesting. And if it got him a story about how awesome her chest was, even better. The only thing he didn't like, was the fact that he didn't have much to stare at right now. She was turned away from him to work on her bike, and sitting on what had to be a fine rear end, leaving him viewless, but slightly more caffeinated. He supposed the universe did have to balance itself somehow...
Now, since they'd worked past their differences, it looked like it was time to get to know one another. He chuckled as she suggested he looked military, and shrugged. "Contractor, actually." he waved his hands up and down like he was weighing something, "Well, ex-contractor. Worked for GoldGate Assurance. They signed me as soon as I was old enough to legally scribble my name on a piece of paper..." the introduction to his story was interrupted by directions to coffee, and the man wasted no time in getting some for himself, continuing to speak as he prepared his delicious, caffeinated nectar. "I did everything from guarding banks and armoured cars, to firing machine guns and rockets from the back of a moving pick-up. And this was back when it was really bad. Back when vampires were really tearing into the uninfected population. Crazy stuff. Then the layoffs started. The machines stabilized things, and suddenly the world didn't need an army of private soldiers to defend its citizens. All my buddies got cut. Some tried to start their own, competing businesses, but it never worked out. I used my experience, and the brand I'd worked for, and I took whatever work I could get. Being an errand-boy isn't so bad. It's almost like being an operator again, some days. And other days it's nice to be able to just walk down to the post office and pick up someone's mail instead of getting shot at..." of course, there were a couple of times he'd gotten shot at while picking up the mail, but again, those were stories for later.
"I'm not convinced you really want to hear all that, though." Kevin added as he realized he was starting to ramble, "Instead, how about we talk about how interesting you are?" with a name like "Zara" this woman had to be interesting. And if it got him a story about how awesome her chest was, even better. The only thing he didn't like, was the fact that he didn't have much to stare at right now. She was turned away from him to work on her bike, and sitting on what had to be a fine rear end, leaving him viewless, but slightly more caffeinated. He supposed the universe did have to balance itself somehow...
I don't even use the safety on my guns. The only time I use the safety is when I'm issued a rifle and I know that I'm going to be sleep-fucked out of my mind. I get it, but it's still funny.
Kevin had to try incredibly hard not to laugh in Zara's face when she assured him that the safety on her weapon would keep her ass from getting blown off. He didn't subscribe to such a philosophy, and while he did utilize the safeties on his various weapons, he didn't trust a stupid switch to keep him out of harm's way. He could only trust himself and his trigger finger to do that. He was quite proud that he didn't even snicker at her silliness, however. That quickly turned to regret when the woman refused to shake his hand, though, and the contractor wondered exactly how well they were going to get along.
After being informed that his new friend was going to pack her things, the man was left to bum around her little slice of heaven. He thought about following her, but didn't want to seem like he was prying too hard, and instead kicked around the entryway until his temporary companion showed up again. Of course, this time she only showed up long enough to escort him to the garage, where he spotted a rather nice-looking but obviously non-functional motorcycle. He was impressed, especially when he was informed that once it was repaired, they could use it to speed up their progress. "Would both of us even fit on it?" he was a bit sceptical, mostly because with so much gear, they were bound to stress the thing out more than usual, and it didn't seem to have anywhere to stick their bags, either, which meant trying to wear them and ride on a motorbike at the same time. The most obvious concern was how little trust the two of them shared, though. Kevin began to worry he might get left behind. Then again, if she fucked off, he could seal up the bunker, lay some new traps for her return, and live a life of security for at least a little while. That was assuming she didn't already have the place rigged to kill anyone who tried such a thing. It didn't take long for him to decide that it would be much more preferable to just earn his money the old fashioned way, if he couldn't earn it convincing vampires to help cure the plague that afflicts so many...
After being informed that his new friend was going to pack her things, the man was left to bum around her little slice of heaven. He thought about following her, but didn't want to seem like he was prying too hard, and instead kicked around the entryway until his temporary companion showed up again. Of course, this time she only showed up long enough to escort him to the garage, where he spotted a rather nice-looking but obviously non-functional motorcycle. He was impressed, especially when he was informed that once it was repaired, they could use it to speed up their progress. "Would both of us even fit on it?" he was a bit sceptical, mostly because with so much gear, they were bound to stress the thing out more than usual, and it didn't seem to have anywhere to stick their bags, either, which meant trying to wear them and ride on a motorbike at the same time. The most obvious concern was how little trust the two of them shared, though. Kevin began to worry he might get left behind. Then again, if she fucked off, he could seal up the bunker, lay some new traps for her return, and live a life of security for at least a little while. That was assuming she didn't already have the place rigged to kill anyone who tried such a thing. It didn't take long for him to decide that it would be much more preferable to just earn his money the old fashioned way, if he couldn't earn it convincing vampires to help cure the plague that afflicts so many...
yeah but, boobs!
What do you mean, "but still" what did you expect? XD
He'd be more than happy to carry them around for her if she wanted :P
awesome!
He'd be more than happy to carry them around for her if she wanted :P
awesome!
© 2007-2026