Pat
@twilightDove
[Connected through the MAWNet] I'm just a human from an earth long gone. Patricia Bererro of Bererro and Associates. She/Her. Bi.
Why does she keep pitying my posts. Not that it's a problem, just. Not sure if I'm doing some kind of faux pas
i don t know maybe it is in the name and she finds you pitiable but that s just me and context clues
Hm. The credit card thing just pays me automatically for killing the Neighbors. Fantastic. Keeping the streets safe must be easy money for the vanguard.
Which I will stress, is what people call the monsters around here. Actual neighbors are safe and cool
[ *Posts a selfie leaning against a railing of a building, on the second story. She's holding a smoking, grey-purple revolver in her free hand. The corpse of some horrorific tendril having terror is in what looks like an alley below her, mid-disintegration into a pool of black sludge. Behind her seems to be a city bathed in neon. Smack dab in the middle of her forehead seems to cause the digital displays on devices to glitch out a bit and obscure it, with just a symbol of a sideways eye graphic seen instead.* ] I hate Neighbors.
Thanks! It's one of my signatures. It was one of my first boon weapons given to me by the Masquerade Firm. Guess that should've stayed secret, but my world ain't around anymore anyway.
c< id pry abOut tHe wOrld cOMMeNt, but i wONt its still a pretty piece Of Hardware tHOugH! >c
Uhhh given the quick glance around it has nothing to do with the usual sort going on here. Don't rightly know myself, I woke up in this place a day or two ago and I've been making due.
c< HuH, well, i HOpe yOu stay safe, especially if yOure arOuNd Our NecK Of tHe wOOds, as it were >c
c< aNd if yOu ever Need a place 2 s2p, aNd taKe a breatH, My taverN is OpeN 2 all, especially if yOu Need fOOd, driNK aNd a bed >c
Well now I know somewhere out there, former president obama exists out there now as an alien. Cool
So. As it turns out, the cosmic world devouring snake cannot be bested by a missile launcher or explosive AMR rounds. Still had to give it a shot, I thought I was going out with a bang. I survived. I think.
Bad news all I have is my revolver tattoo, I lost the missile launcher and AMR. And the shotgun and the submachine gun and the. Well. You get it. A dinky .44 magnum revolver.
Some dog boy(?) kept going on about 6/7 and 6/9 and sex jokes as if we all hadn't had our worlds consumed by a world-devouring snake a few days ago. What a legend. #suggestive I guess
I *assume* he's a dog boy because he kept making dog puns and kept awooing in the irc like a fucking clown
Who would've guessed that 12 canned margaritas in one night would've been a bad idea. Hello...chittr. This one seems more livelier than the other MAWNet pages anyway. #substances