darkkaomi replied to your post: Did you ever figure out the alcohol synthesis problem?
Maybe it’s time to invent new types of alcohol. Like bacon vodka.GENIUS
BRILLIANNT
Someone get me some baconn were DOING THIS we’re making thid happen
and get me more booze tooo
This doesn’t sound very much like science to me, Tom.
It sounds like crackpot science. Just the kind he’s good at.
youre jealos because yor booze sucks
You are mistaken. MY booze is perfectly delectable and wonderful.
I just don’t let anyone besides me taste it.
…
We miss good alcohol.
It would be really useful right about now.
Another night, another funeral.
We mourn those We’ve lost.
We hope They are in a Better Place.
I have him. He’s
powered offunconscious for the moment, and I’m getting him back to my apartment.I… I’m sorry I didn’t find him sooner. So sorry. Albert made him do… awful things, and I am so damn sorry I couldn’t stop it.
Nothing new, I suppose.I’m going to get Wily’s control out of him. I can’t give him back his old body, but I can give him back his will.
It’s the only thing I can do for him.
I’m so sorry. To the ones who died, and to their friends and family, and to Joe.
Stay strong. The worst is over for right now. And he’ll be safe now.
We knew Them.
We knew Them all.
Every Soul that dies in this City, We know.
One way or another.
I’ve failed you so many times. I know.
We are used to failure, Doctor.
We expect if of Everyone, most of all Ourselves.
I have him. He’s
powered offunconscious for the moment, and I’m getting him back to my apartment.I… I’m sorry I didn’t find him sooner. So sorry. Albert made him do… awful things, and I am so damn sorry I couldn’t stop it.
Nothing new, I suppose.I’m going to get Wily’s control out of him. I can’t give him back his old body, but I can give him back his will.
It’s the only thing I can do for him.
I’m so sorry. To the ones who died, and to their friends and family, and to Joe.
Stay strong. The worst is over for right now. And he’ll be safe now.
We knew Them.
We knew Them all.
Every Soul that dies in this City, We know.
One way or another.
i’m sorry
i’m not strong enough
OH GOD
EVERYONE
I KNOW WHERE HE IS OH GOD HE GOT—
HE GOT——
watching through eyes like empty windows
every move’s made but it’s not me doing it
step by aching step and i’m screaming
and i’m burning to resist and i fight like a caged thing
but no sound escapes
it’s my arms that pull me through the window
my hands
that break their necks
that draws the knife
that paints the room red
but it’s not my heart or my mind at all
both of those are only doing one thing
(screaming, loves)
(they’re screaming)
Oh God
I’m trying, I’ll be alright, I’m trying I just, it’s hard to concentrate when I haven’t slept in so long but I’m trying
The City Underground is a farce of a publication that doesn’t have the balls to live up to its activist predecessor, The Daily Weather. Back when my mother was editor it actually accomplished something, moved people, in broad damn daylight because fuck the consequences shit was happening and people had to know.
Back when anything meant anything…
“You don’t need a weatherman to tell you when the the winds are changing.”
wait
oh my god
Now you’re getting it.
I’ve been really out of the loop
but then on my… ‘radar’, it recommended me to follow this website called The Onion! Apparently it’s a news website!
This will help me keep more up-to-date with things happening in the real world. I’m so excited!
Oh, not much going on, Miss Emily.
We are super excited to see you again, though!
Jesus goddamn Christ.
Do you know how goddamn long it took me to get out?
And he never took the goddamn hat off. I have been wearing this hat for FOUR MONTHS.
Finally managed to get my hands free, though, at least, and I’m back at my apartment. For all the good that does me.
So go back to asking questions, I guess.
Yaaaaaay!!!
