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[Jul. 6th, 2008|03:48 pm] |
Who: Any member of Dethklok that wants in on this action.
What: Telling Skwisgaar he needs to add some things to his bedroom.
When: Today.
Where: Mini-Mordhaus.
Warnings: Standard Dethklok Warnings Apply.
( Trading Spaces. ) |
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|11:26 pm] |
Who: Skwisgaar the Elder & Pickles the Drummer
What: Cornered and grumpy.
Where: Mini-Mordhaus, London
When: Shortly after this
Warnings: Language. Butchering of it.
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[Jun. 18th, 2008|04:25 am] |
Who: Pickles, Old!Skwisgaar and Robyn Graves/359
Where: Chicago
When: Late Night Wednesday
What: OMG ROADIES IN OUR ALTERNATE DIMENSION THE HELL YOU SAY.
Warnings: Uh. Swearing, drugs, drinking, possible imminent brutality
Pickles had waited for Skwisgaar to port his scrawny ass over to the mansion, before both ported to the windy city. From there, they rented a car, and Pickles got them to the address that 359 had specified.
Cruising up in their black Porsche, Pickles and Skwisgaar paused.
"You sure you remember this chick?" Asked the drummer, flicking a cigarette out the window and onto the driveway. "And furthermore, which one'a us is gunna go up an' get her?" |
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