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Kneesocks: Uhh... Why the fuck would I watch a show by mortals?
Brief: Well...umm...&767&&& there's a diecast Cylon model I found under the seat... And a crumpled up picture of Grace Park...
Kneesocks:....Thats..that's personal....uhh...how dare you through my possesions?
Brief: I didn't, it was just-
Kneesocks: Did say you could?
Brief; ...No.
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*&&8 Yeah I liked frakking Battlestar Galactica... ugggh, Scanty wouldn't stop giving me shit about it; like the Hpop she listens to is any better.
Brief: So wait, you're into Sci-Fi stuff too-
Kneesocks: I'd rather not go into it... this is all such bullshit, I shouldn't be having to put up with your inane dribble anyways.
Brief: We near Daten yet?
Kneesocks: I told you, it'd be at least another day, I'm not at all convinced this'll work.
Brief: Well, if we find you%^%%%^^
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Showing posts with label Kneesocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kneesocks. Show all posts
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Well, I Found Someone...
Kneesocks: Just wasn't
Brief: Hey everyone, I'm
Kneesocks: Sorry; that dweeb grabbed my Droid. I told him I would dictate, lest his dirty mortal scuff it.
Brief: But... these are my
Kneesocks: Just because I don't have my scythes doesn't mean I can't kill you in other ways, mortal.
Brief:..k...kay...
Kneesocks: Good, as I was saying, I was pinged by this dumbass
Brief: Yo
Kneesocks:.......thank you; apparently he's in the same situation as me. We're... God knows where, outside of Daten at least. In some low rent motel. Ugggh
Brief: You were going to
Kneesocks: I know what I fucking want to say, filthy human. Uggggh, I can't fucking believe this is happening to me, ME, and my sister.... We went to the church, my Sister was in charge. Heh, you mortals think us Demons can't enter your pathetic places of worship; that hole in the wall barely qualifies as anything 'holy'.
Brief: Just get it over with, I...
Kneesocks: Christ, you are fucking annoying... So yeah, we scared the living daylights out of the dweeb, that's for sure. But we wanted to face down those angels, get something to happen. I was looking forward to reaming the blade of my Scythe up that sugary goth brat's asshole, but something came
Brief: There's a knock on the door
Kneesocks: Well, I don't know, got get it I guess. Now something came before those idiot angels did. A bank of fog or something blanketed everything; we waited eagerly with our weapons for them to appear. I saw her in the mist, I thought she was that goth bitch first but yeah got to go. NOW. Probably be several more days, I dunno. BYE
-Kneesocks
Brief: Hey everyone, I'm
Kneesocks: Sorry; that dweeb grabbed my Droid. I told him I would dictate, lest his dirty mortal scuff it.
Brief: But... these are my
Kneesocks: Just because I don't have my scythes doesn't mean I can't kill you in other ways, mortal.
Brief:..k...kay...
Kneesocks: Good, as I was saying, I was pinged by this dumbass
Brief: Yo
Kneesocks:.......thank you; apparently he's in the same situation as me. We're... God knows where, outside of Daten at least. In some low rent motel. Ugggh
Brief: You were going to
Kneesocks: I know what I fucking want to say, filthy human. Uggggh, I can't fucking believe this is happening to me, ME, and my sister.... We went to the church, my Sister was in charge. Heh, you mortals think us Demons can't enter your pathetic places of worship; that hole in the wall barely qualifies as anything 'holy'.
Brief: Just get it over with, I...
Kneesocks: Christ, you are fucking annoying... So yeah, we scared the living daylights out of the dweeb, that's for sure. But we wanted to face down those angels, get something to happen. I was looking forward to reaming the blade of my Scythe up that sugary goth brat's asshole, but something came
Brief: There's a knock on the door
Kneesocks: Well, I don't know, got get it I guess. Now something came before those idiot angels did. A bank of fog or something blanketed everything; we waited eagerly with our weapons for them to appear. I saw her in the mist, I thought she was that goth bitch first but yeah got to go. NOW. Probably be several more days, I dunno. BYE
-Kneesocks
Sunday, March 13, 2011
I Don't Know Why I'm Doing This, But..
Okay, mortals. I'll keep this short and simple for you. Normally I wouldn't even consider trying to explain such a complex matter to you, but... yeah, I'm kind of out of options at the moment.
Before we vacated the motel, that geek boy forced a slip of paper into me and my sister's hands. I lost track of her, though, and I'm worried... uggggh, what the hell am I even telling you for. I'm by myself now, and I believe I am secure but... this is so fucking stupid, I shouldn't be feeling like this.
So this all began a few weeks ago. Our (possibly former?) Lord suddenly grew distant (well, MORE distant); He did not summon us for updates or place new quotas on Ghost production. All the same for us; those angels and you mortals who pathetically cling to them are so delightful to torment. However... we began to encounter technical difficulties.
It was the soul of a Sanitation Worker who was crushed by his dump truck's compacter. Dredging his soul up and converting it into a Ghost was child's play for the likes of us, but... something went wrong. As soon as it manifested, it began to... evaporate, its hard to adequately describe. Within a minute it was reduced to nothing but vapors that were blown away by the wind.
Mind you at no point did we consider our technique to be deficient, it was most likely a weak, too easily purified soul, we thought. So we chose a more wretched soul next, a teacher that choked to death on the cock of the underage student that was deepthroating her. We were dismayed and alarmed, however, to find that the same result as before occurred. We then went through several other Ghost candidates, but none would produce for us a proper Ghost.
I was getting worried, and I told my sister that we should report this to Lord Corset. Scanty was.... adamant that we not. She said several disrespectful things about him, which... I myself did not disagree with. With our ghost creation abilities nullified for the time being and too frankly... unmotivated to face those disgusting angels ourselves, I and Scanty had some... time to ourselves...
That lasted to about a week ago, when we had just finished... having time to ourselves, It had dawned on us we hadn't heard a peep from Lord Corset in over a week. My sister was not particularly interested in discovering what had happened, but with a bit of cajoling I got her to come with me to his chambers. After raping on the door and waiting for several minutes, Scanty took the initiative by blasting the door off its hinges with her revolvers.
The room was... Empty, completely empty. Nothing was out of place, no signs of struggle. He just wasn't there. We the checked the tower top to bottom, but there was no sign of him. We had no idea how long he'd been gone for. That's when my sister decided we needed to be proactive.....
Look, humans, my eyes are beginning to glaze over from this monitor glare and.... damnit I shouldn't feel this weak but something's watching me. I just know. I'll try to fill you in more, Lucifer knows why, tomorrow, after I've moved to a different location. But... I just need to sleep, I haven't had nearly enough sleep.
-Kneesocks
Before we vacated the motel, that geek boy forced a slip of paper into me and my sister's hands. I lost track of her, though, and I'm worried... uggggh, what the hell am I even telling you for. I'm by myself now, and I believe I am secure but... this is so fucking stupid, I shouldn't be feeling like this.
So this all began a few weeks ago. Our (possibly former?) Lord suddenly grew distant (well, MORE distant); He did not summon us for updates or place new quotas on Ghost production. All the same for us; those angels and you mortals who pathetically cling to them are so delightful to torment. However... we began to encounter technical difficulties.
It was the soul of a Sanitation Worker who was crushed by his dump truck's compacter. Dredging his soul up and converting it into a Ghost was child's play for the likes of us, but... something went wrong. As soon as it manifested, it began to... evaporate, its hard to adequately describe. Within a minute it was reduced to nothing but vapors that were blown away by the wind.
Mind you at no point did we consider our technique to be deficient, it was most likely a weak, too easily purified soul, we thought. So we chose a more wretched soul next, a teacher that choked to death on the cock of the underage student that was deepthroating her. We were dismayed and alarmed, however, to find that the same result as before occurred. We then went through several other Ghost candidates, but none would produce for us a proper Ghost.
I was getting worried, and I told my sister that we should report this to Lord Corset. Scanty was.... adamant that we not. She said several disrespectful things about him, which... I myself did not disagree with. With our ghost creation abilities nullified for the time being and too frankly... unmotivated to face those disgusting angels ourselves, I and Scanty had some... time to ourselves...
That lasted to about a week ago, when we had just finished... having time to ourselves, It had dawned on us we hadn't heard a peep from Lord Corset in over a week. My sister was not particularly interested in discovering what had happened, but with a bit of cajoling I got her to come with me to his chambers. After raping on the door and waiting for several minutes, Scanty took the initiative by blasting the door off its hinges with her revolvers.
The room was... Empty, completely empty. Nothing was out of place, no signs of struggle. He just wasn't there. We the checked the tower top to bottom, but there was no sign of him. We had no idea how long he'd been gone for. That's when my sister decided we needed to be proactive.....
Look, humans, my eyes are beginning to glaze over from this monitor glare and.... damnit I shouldn't feel this weak but something's watching me. I just know. I'll try to fill you in more, Lucifer knows why, tomorrow, after I've moved to a different location. But... I just need to sleep, I haven't had nearly enough sleep.
-Kneesocks
Friday, March 11, 2011
Well, Shit Most Certainly Went Down
Brief: Okay, back, for real this time. I
Panty: Move it, Geek Boy. If anyone should tell this bullshit, its me. You'd probably fuck it up with that your nerd faggotry.
Stocking: Like you have anything useful to say. Everything that comes out of your mouth is either bitching or spitting up semen.
Panty: Oh, like you're some chaste princess, huh bitch? You're every bit a slut as I am?
Scanty: Would you two obnoxious angels shut the fuck up and... wait why are we even telling THESE people again?
Panty: Well, Geek boy here thought they'd... wait a minute, why the fuck did I listen to you again?
Brief: I need to get this out to my followers, they NEED to know whats going on.
Kneesocks: Wait, is that simpering blockhead recording all our words?
Breif: I'm trying to be comprehensive they need to
Stocking: You hear that?
Panty: What?
Stocking: I hear it, the sound from befo
Scanty: I thought you said this place was secure!
Panty: I thought it was, I know this motel like the back of my hand!
Man: ...Uhh..uhh hey, blonde chick, thanks for the night and all but
Panty: Shit! It is it we gotta
Kneesocks: WHAT IN SATAN'S GLORIOUS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!
Brief: It's like before we
:3
Panty: Move it, Geek Boy. If anyone should tell this bullshit, its me. You'd probably fuck it up with that your nerd faggotry.
Stocking: Like you have anything useful to say. Everything that comes out of your mouth is either bitching or spitting up semen.
Panty: Oh, like you're some chaste princess, huh bitch? You're every bit a slut as I am?
Scanty: Would you two obnoxious angels shut the fuck up and... wait why are we even telling THESE people again?
Panty: Well, Geek boy here thought they'd... wait a minute, why the fuck did I listen to you again?
Brief: I need to get this out to my followers, they NEED to know whats going on.
Kneesocks: Wait, is that simpering blockhead recording all our words?
Breif: I'm trying to be comprehensive they need to
Stocking: You hear that?
Panty: What?
Stocking: I hear it, the sound from befo
Scanty: I thought you said this place was secure!
Panty: I thought it was, I know this motel like the back of my hand!
Man: ...Uhh..uhh hey, blonde chick, thanks for the night and all but
Panty: Shit! It is it we gotta
Kneesocks: WHAT IN SATAN'S GLORIOUS NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!
Brief: It's like before we
:3
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Garter's Gone
No, not dead or disappeared or anything but.... he up and suddenly left.
Don't ask me why or where he went, I haven't goddamn clue. Early this evening, when I was chatting to a mutual friend about the reconstruction efforts at DCHS, Garter stormed into the antechamber, dressed not in his cloak and frock but a leather jacket and motorbike helmet. When I asked him what was going on he said he had 'business to attend to' and quickly left before I could another word in edgewise.
So as you can guess we're all understandably dumbfounded (Well, I am; the angels more or less simply shrugged) by this. I don't have any lead on what's up. Its just... ugggh, yet another thing to contend with. I WANT to go down to the school but I'm sti
Miss Scanty: Oh what dreadful droning, is it not Miss Kneesocks?
Miss Kneesocks: Puerile dribble from an infantile mind, Dear Sister.
Miss S: Oh it is so rewarding to see those pathetic mortals run off, fearful for their worthless lives. Hmhmhm! But now where are they now?
Miss K: It would be most logical to assume their out on the town, sating their most base of desires.
Miss S: Yes... that is most certainly the Modus Operandi of creatures so despicable as angels.
Miss K: And the boy? The fool is probably still cowering in vain in the other room.
Miss S: Ehh, leave him for now. He is not worth our time.
Miss K: Yes, Miss Scanty; forgive my brashness in going after a mere mortal.
Miss S: And as for YOU, Angels of the gutter, if you see this, we're waiting for you in the church. You asked for a challenge, but I'm afraid we are much more than you are capable of handling. So until we next met...
Miss S&K: We bid you Adieu!
-Scanty and Kneesocks
Don't ask me why or where he went, I haven't goddamn clue. Early this evening, when I was chatting to a mutual friend about the reconstruction efforts at DCHS, Garter stormed into the antechamber, dressed not in his cloak and frock but a leather jacket and motorbike helmet. When I asked him what was going on he said he had 'business to attend to' and quickly left before I could another word in edgewise.
So as you can guess we're all understandably dumbfounded (Well, I am; the angels more or less simply shrugged) by this. I don't have any lead on what's up. Its just... ugggh, yet another thing to contend with. I WANT to go down to the school but I'm sti
Miss Scanty: Oh what dreadful droning, is it not Miss Kneesocks?
Miss Kneesocks: Puerile dribble from an infantile mind, Dear Sister.
Miss S: Oh it is so rewarding to see those pathetic mortals run off, fearful for their worthless lives. Hmhmhm! But now where are they now?
Miss K: It would be most logical to assume their out on the town, sating their most base of desires.
Miss S: Yes... that is most certainly the Modus Operandi of creatures so despicable as angels.
Miss K: And the boy? The fool is probably still cowering in vain in the other room.
Miss S: Ehh, leave him for now. He is not worth our time.
Miss K: Yes, Miss Scanty; forgive my brashness in going after a mere mortal.
Miss S: And as for YOU, Angels of the gutter, if you see this, we're waiting for you in the church. You asked for a challenge, but I'm afraid we are much more than you are capable of handling. So until we next met...
Miss S&K: We bid you Adieu!
-Scanty and Kneesocks
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