Level 11) Hiding in your bathtub waiting for the steppers to storm the front gate. You haven't slept in three weeks but that's okay because you have been eating nothing but spoonfuls of cocaine for days now. So much the better for keeping the pungee sticks that cover your hallway fully stocked. Finally your latest hallucination is interrupted by the scream of a stepper stepping on one of said sticks. You hear someone yell "dog!", followed by a single gunshot, followed by the sound of the north wall of your house being blown out by tannerite based taxidermy. Good boy fido. Good boy. You reach over and flip the switch, and the sound of "fortunate son" begins to play from every speaker in every room of the house. You press check the Mk18 you've been sleeping with this whole time, and begin creeping toward the sound of sobs. Somewhere out there is a team of overweight alphabet bois who have turned the fucking around up to eleven, and you're gonna help them find out.
This my friend is the true spirit of the sizable frozen dwelling. It was the story of my people before they were subjugated by glowies, their hawaiian shirts stolen, and their culture twisted for dark commie purposes.
Level 11) Hiding in your bathtub waiting for the steppers to storm the front gate. You haven't slept in three weeks but that's okay because you have been eating nothing but spoonfuls of cocaine for days now. So much the better for keeping the pungee sticks that cover your hallway fully stocked. Finally your latest hallucination is interrupted by the scream of a stepper stepping on one of said sticks. You hear someone yell "dog!", followed by a single gunshot, followed by the sound of the north wall of your house being blown out by tannerite based taxidermy. Good boy fido. Good boy. You reach over and flip the switch, and the sound of "fortunate son" begins to play from every speaker in every room of the house. You press check the Mk18 you've been sleeping with this whole time, and begin creeping toward the sound of sobs. Somewhere out there is a team of overweight alphabet bois who have turned the fucking around up to eleven, and you're gonna help them find out.
10/10 would repost
This is a special type of dank Hopium. I like it, when’s your next shipment?
This my friend is the true spirit of the sizable frozen dwelling. It was the story of my people before they were subjugated by glowies, their hawaiian shirts stolen, and their culture twisted for dark commie purposes.
A+ steaksauce. It's only the 2nd week of Jan, but this is a candidate for best dank spicey comment of 2021! Well done, Pede!