[ Attached is a video. Gamzee's phone is laying across the floor, propped up against.... something. That something is shaking and coughing, a wet cough. Red blood splatters the incredibly wealthy marble tile just in the corner of the frame. "Please.... send help!" The voice rasps out. In the midground, Gamzee's hands wrap around a pale neck. He throttles her, slamming a skull down on tile well beyond its cracking. Each thud is accompanied by the bright, teal mist of divine resurrection and each time it's silenced again by another sickening crunch. He looks aside at the voice, right at the camera. Viscera and blood line the walls of gilded paintings, modern furniture and expensive, sleek marble. Armored legs and gloved hands lay strewn about, a club embedded deep enough in someone's chest that they fell clinging to the handle. Two peering, orange, sunset eyes lock on the camera and the speaking guard. Heavy, steaming breaths come out of his fanged maw. Then- a powerful fist CRACKS across his face, a red blazer sleeve visible in the flash. Gamzee is thrown onto his ass as the figure he was straddling scrambles up and away. Gamzee yells something about tusks as he leaps after. There's a thick, wet squelch and a sickening sound off camera, hidden by the corner of a wall. Not before a long, ribbed piece of muscle is spit back out into view, onto the floor. A red sleeved arm slams down, dragged back into the hall as nails burn scraping into tile. Red blood stains in drag marks along the floor. Another bright, distant flash of teal and the sound of more punches being thrown. The man holding the phone drops it, the video ending abruptly. ] #nsfw #nsfwe #gore #violence #ThisOne'sReallyGoreyThisIsYourWarning
I barely know who half of these people are.
BARK BARK BARK HE IS YOUR MOIRAIL AND YOU ARENT EVEN RAISING A FUCKING FINGER TO KEEP HIM IN LINE????? what the FUCK is wrong with you?????????
my concern comes from a good place trust im sure you know that iteration of the better than i do of course ill back off on that front but i was trained by the most knowledgeable quadmaster of all time its not me humansplaining here
tRUST ME, wHEN i SAY, tHIS IS ENRICHMENT FOR BOTH OF THEM, i HAVE HEARD WORSE FROM HER, iN DMS,
LOOK, *GUARD.* I'M GOING TO CUT YOU A THICK, MEATY SLICE OF SLACK HERE BECAUSE I'LL IMAGINE THIS SITUATION ISN'T FUN FOR YOU IN PARTICULAR TO WATCH, BUT I'VE BEEN STUCK WATCHING THE ONE-ACT INFINITELY LOOPING PSYCHODRAMA THAT IS THIS PAIR'S UNSPEAKABLE PITCHPLAY FROM HELL AS FAR FROM THE BLAST RADIUS AS POSSIBLE EVER SINCE I LANDED ON THIS PLANET. I SAY THIS AS A CERTIFIABLE QUAD DOCTORTURER. THIS IS WHAT ENRICHMENT LOOKS LIKE FOR THESE TWO. THIS IS THE EQUIVALENT OF TWO ANIMATED, SENTIENT GOLDEN CORRALS TAKING FAT, NASTY BITES OUT OF EACH OTHER. ESPECIALLY SO IN JANE'S CASE. JUST GET BACK INTO YOUR SCUTTLEBUGGY AND FIND ANOTHER PLACE TO EAT.
iunno karkat yea this HAPPENS i guess n sure she can handle herself and so can he ig ._. but honestly like is this RLY fine are we RLY fine w/ this?????
ALSO, THIS ONE ISN'T MY MOIRAIL. BUT MY LEGENDARY PAPS COME LOCKED AND LOADED AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE. THEY'RE JUST HEAVY-ORDNANCE CALIBER AND CAN'T BE DEPLOYED WITHOUT THE RIGHT CLEARANCE. THESE PAPS REQUIRE PRESIDENTIAL LAUNCH CODES. AND "MADAME PRESIDENT" IS BUSY HAVING A NIGHT OUT.
GET HIM UNDER CONTROL OR I WILL FUCKING REND HIM
UNDULATING FUCKMAGGOTS, *ALRIGHT.* DON'T GET YOUR HISTRIONIC GREEN PANTIES IN A TWIST. I WILL SEND *A* PAP.