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I got to run over bad things while shooting at them, with my pregnant rifle-wielding wife beside me. All in the name of popping out for some ice cream.

My life is bloody well complete.

Just another day at the office. Slicin' an' dicin' things. (∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzz

The creatures are really quite fascinating. More so to tear apart.

( This is all I have to say about the whole latest mess! )

Finally, Beleg Cuthalion's day has come! An opportunity to pew pew within the boundaries of a city! TRIUMPH!

Is it bad if they drool on you or is it only if they bite you? Or is it not the same?

ffs why does anyone even bother going outside anymore if they live here?

I don't like this. I can always hear a fight, or someone getting hurt. I'm used to the noise of the city, but there isn't much of that, anymore. Just noises from the dreams, but too real and too close. I don't want to be able to hear this well anymore. I don't want any of this at all.

National Ice Cream month, and already outta ice cream. The day ain't goin' well.

Bored and tired of cat naps and imminent danger or whatever the hell.
Who wants t'do something? M, you home yet?

KItty and a TARDIS cookie jar. I kind of want both of them and dear god I am sick of being stuck at work.

Who's up for playing drunk I Never over Skype?

What are the odds?

Hangman is a safehaven for now. If you're nearby, feel free to duck behind the barricade. Providing you're not an alien of course, but if so why on earth are you bothering reading this right now? Go be an alien and terrifying and such.

( Cut for language, conversation about war, death, and so that anyone who wants to ignore it can say they did not get it. )

This is absurd. Even for California.

And I don't care if I do die, I am not using my 17th Century dueling pistols. Doubt they still work anyway and it would utterly destroy the investment.

The battleaxe however...

What the flying fuck? I was on my way home from the store and I saw some monsters--like legit monsters. WTF is going on? First my cat talked--then zombies, now monsters. Are we even remotely based in reality? Is everyone alright?

I could really use a warzone lemonade stand.

I don't have any "powers" or anything, but I am bloody good with daggers, I'm fit and flexible from years of doing stunts, and if the dreams have rubbed off, I can hold my own. Not sure I'd be good in a huge fuck-off firefight, but if there's anything I can do, I'm going to do it. Anyone?

I guess this is my coming out party as a shapeshifter. Please don't shoot at the large dragon as it flies overhead - that's me, en route to Vegas to be a stupid hero. Despite what you might think, that dragon really does have feelings and would be really put out if you broke her nails.

My catsuit just turned up in my closet, completely out of the blue.

Can't say I'm complaining. Fits just as well as it does in the dreams.

Now we have to save Vegas; my girlfriend just proposed to me and made me squeal like a ten year old girl getting a Polly Pocket Playset. (Which I always wanted as well, if only because the allure of tiny objects has long been strong within me. It's like the Force, which is also strong within me, but only for hoarders.)

Got my Lightsaber, I'm ready to go whenever someone else is. Master, you coming?

Alright, at first I thought I drank too much. What the fuck are those things? It's really not my idea of a good time. Are we stuck in B movie hell. I almost expect pandemonium like in those old monster movies, right up until I saw one of those things kill people.

[Elena]
Where are you? You need to stay inside and stay safe.

Well that pretty much sucked. Vegas trip was cut short because of the fucking huge buggy spaceship that decided to land on The Strip today. I'm just glad I drove us out here, otherwise we'd be SOL. I just have one question, what the fuck is going on? Honestly, this is like nothing I've ever seen before. Am I glad I didn't wake up with a hangover this morning. Running for your life while hungover is not something I wanted to experience.

I really, really hate the Cybermen.

Sure, the Daleks blew up my Ghettoblaster, but the Cybermen were trying to get the Nemesis statue, and... well, the Professor says that's a big no-no.

Saw the Queen, though, and got a fez from Windsor. That was pretty wicked.

Has anyone here ever had a four shot espresso? Had my first one today. Absolutely brilliant! Not sure the point of it really, although I do have an interesting tingling sensation in my fingertips.

Also I have respackled my wall, which i had no idea that I knew how to do. So there's that. Also, dusted my classroom today. A bit pointless I guess, there's a janitor doing all of that already of course.

God, what is happening in Vegas? It's just... it's just horrible, and what the hell is that? I mean, seriously, what the hell is going on? Why is this stuff happening?

I feel like... well I hope everyone going to 'stop' it are safe. I wish there was something I could do to help.

I mean, other than these... powers.

I don't

I can't

THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY WORDS FOR HOW NOT OKAY THIS WHOLE THING IS. Whatever, I always figured there were aliens, but I didn't think they were all 'oh, look, people, let's make a flesh beast' and I EXPECTED THIS TO HAPPEN WHEN I LIVED IN JAPAN because you know, Japan and fleshbeasts go like soba noodles and soy and now I'm rambling.

My BFF is fighting monsters and I kind of want to go hug my cousin but I'm stuck here again at Stark and I guess that's good. I'm going to build a robot that gives hugs now.