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Oct. 2nd, 2017


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It's finally happened. I'm officially apart of the club.

I survived my first attack AND had my first dream! And I have to say, it was pretty fantastic.

Is it weird that my dreamself is very similar to me? I mean...the life she had was exactly mine. Except she got to travel with the Doctor and I came here to California. If I had stayed around longer, I wonder if it would have come true...

I don't think I want to be around mannequin's for a bit though.

Sep. 23rd, 2017


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So...some stuff has happened since I last posted. To all those people who laughed when I asked what goes on around here? I understand...weirdly now. I mean, I was open before? A little on the unbelieving side, but I think most wouldn't believe until they start to be apart of it themselves and, well, there ya go! I hope everyone is safe out there. I heard there's a hostile take over? Or trying to be? Bloody hell.

Which brings me to announcement #2: I have a new job! Thanks to those who recommended Baxter's! Not only do they serve superior everything, but it's a much better environment. If anyone is looking for a safe refuge, Audrey said she usually opens up the bakery for those in need.

[Lina, Pete, Match, Rey, Garcian]
Well, I was hoping to go out for a celebration of a new job, but I'm thinking there are more important things right now. Stay safe out there, yeah? Knowing some of you, you may actually be going out to help.

Sep. 11th, 2017


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John Jesus H. Christ on a motherfucking bike, this place is fucked. If I could stop switching places with the dude I share a dreamspace with, that'd be cool. It's awkward as shit. Think of the most awkward thing, tell me what it is, and I will tell you that switching places with someone randomly is even more awkward. Fucker didn't even switch with me to get me to the front of the line at the breakfast place for a damn Eggywich, I ended up in the back of the bar which, actually, tequila at 9:00 am sounds pretty good right now.

There's also this cultist named Andrei Ulmeyda and his fanatic followers ain't above killing each other to get all 12 action figures of him (which appeared this morning in my bedroom). Who the hell would kill someone for an action of figure of some fucker with a fro dressed like an astronaut? Nevermind that he literally exploded in front of me and his blood killed everyone in the vicinity.

At least I got a ring that shoots fire. Shit.

Aug. 11th, 2017


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Alright, bitches, I'm just gonna come out and say it.

So there's like a good chance I'm going to do something stupid in these dreams and, say, oh, sacrifice myself to do some kind of portal-closing that may or may not result in my death.

And in the effort to prepare and not scare the living crap out of my boyfriend or brother (depending whose house I'm at) in case it carries over, is there anyone that can do some kind of resurrection voodoo shit? You know, the kind that brings me back like a normal person and not a zombie or whatever. And that doesn't involve someone going to some kind of version of an afterlife to fetch my soul.

Thanks Valarnet. I'm only freaking out a little

Aug. 10th, 2017


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Something tells me I'm going to regret this--

I'm Geralt. No, that's not a misspelling of Gerald.

That's it.

Aug. 5th, 2017


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I'm thinking the most impressive part about these damn stories, dreams, whatever - is that even with the whole slaughtering of weird-ass humanoid creatures (man, they just appear everywhere), I still manage to keep my white suit pristine. These motherfuckers are ugly and straight out of nightmares. They're all teeth and laughs.

Pristine white suit and bringing comrades back from the dead. It's some zombie shit right there, not sure how I ended up with that skill when they were being passed around.

Y'all drink a lot, don't you? I can see why.

Jul. 20th, 2017


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The more I have these pieces of crap Dreams, the less makes sense. Apparently I'm already dead?! And I was killed off goddamn screen no less before any of what I'm currently dreaming even started!

And no, before anyone decides to ask, I'm not a goddamn vampire. I'm not sucking blood and I'm not eating brains. I'm not a ghost either. I'm just a personality, a personality tied to a decrepit old man.

The fact that I woke up and my magnum was finally on my kitchen table is small comfort to this goddamn bombshell.

Jul. 4th, 2017


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Filtered away from Asami and Korra


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I've always found Occam's Razor to be the most interesting of principles. Not just the law of parsimony, though it's saved me many sleepless nights. No, I mean the philosophy. The idea that the simplest of two ideas could and should be considered the correct one every time just never sat well with me, even as I saw how it worked, almost every time. In a world as complex as ours, with the consideration of emotions so extreme and illogical that they obey no law, how could that posssibly be true?

Today I get it. If someone disappears, is it more likely that they were kidnapped by someone they knew, or abducted by aliens? If a person is poor, is it more likely that it was a matter of circumstances, or meritoriousness? If one keeps losing those they care for, is it more likely that it's something to do with them, or with every single person that left them?

The simple solution is always the likely one. No matter how astoundingly unfair that may seem.



In unrelated news, I'm going drinking tonight, family be damned. Who's coming with me?

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Not sure what to think about you all. Ran into an old friend who gave me about as much info as I can handle (and that was some trippy shit) but I'm not really a message board kind of individual. Might be more a ghost around here but I thought I'd introduce myself anyway.

I'm Garcian. I clean crime scenes. You might of seen some mofo in a hazmat suit on a lame-ass reality TV show, what, like 'Dirty Jobs' or some shit? Yeah, it's dirty. Scraping blood and bodily fluids off the walls tends to be. Maybe I'll see some of you after you blow yourselves to bits with your damn fireworks, but here's a tip: don't do that.