mythopoeics

I'm getting so sick and tired of this. I have a life to deal with, I don't need be running around nowhere for who knows what reason. I need to bash something against a wall.

Who else is... here? Donovan, are you still alive? I don't know where this is, Google Maps isn't working and all I have is a compass. It's the 21st century, we have something called GPS.

The jötunn Angrboda missed me when she tried to strike back. Is it hard to be so weak now, without the strength you once had?

Hm. The next one didn't escape, though. I left the wheelchair. It didn't seem important while taking the Horseman.

Mary Magdalene will no longer be participating in the games for survival.

Will this motivate the rest of you to communicate better?

( you chewed me up and spit me out )

[ooc: set after their attacks on Wed~]