| April 23, 2009 Early evening. |
[Apr. 23rd, 2009|05:59 pm] |
Gods damn RAIN! I wish it'd stop already! I wanna do something besides trying to fix the idiot's weapon. Stupid Grif, getting the damn thing WET in places that will BREAK it. You'd think the stupid shit would know to take better care of the thing. [No, that is NOT reluctant affection, uh uh, no way.] One of these days he's going to get us ALL killed.
Hate this place, and dammit, I never thought I'd say this, but I actually miss Blood Gulch. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|11:37 pm] |
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Having to deal with idiots annoys me, always has. Especially when the people who run this place thinks it's funny to put me in something like this This is absolutely and completely HIDEOUS, even uglier than any of those stupid Blues, and that's saying something. And since when does this match those shorts? Someone seems to have an awfully insane sense o'humoor, and when I find that someone I am going to kill them. . .slowly and painfully. |
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[Apr. 9th, 2009|05:31 pm] |
How's my driving?
My muse runs on feedback, so please post any kind words or constructive crit on my portrayal of Sarge here. |
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| Arrival april 7 |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|02:29 am] |
Gods DAMMIT! This ain't Blood Gulch, where in the flaming Hells AM I? Fuck me raw and call me a BITCH! Grif, Donut, I know one of you is at fault for this, and I swear to GOD himself, when I find the two of you, I am going to remove your armor and shove it up your ASS, SIDEWAYS, before making you use your tongue to wash the warthog, then I'll shove my gun up your ass and blow your head off with it! Fucking storm, fucking idiots that CALL themselves an army! Useless, useless, each and every single fucking ONE of them. If I see any of them, I swear I will kill them in the bloodiest and most fantastic and painful way I can think of!
And as for you, whatchamacullems, get OUTTA my blad durn brain! [A few mutters could be heard over the device as Sarge lifted his box up and began to carry it inside, looking for his room so he would be out of the rain, and preferably before he got hit by lightening.] |
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