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Glitch ([personal profile] glitchinthesystem) wrote in [community profile] memepatheias 2019-12-29 11:39 pm (UTC)

Glitch | Original

D-1 | Attack of the Killer Snowmen

[ You'd think showing up in the same place for the third time, one would become accustomed to the weirdness of this place. But, no. No, Glitch was not because there are now tiny little snow men trying to jump on him and stab him with icicles.

Currently he's up a tree, trying to kick the snow men from climbing up towards him, an occasional lightning blast being thrown down. With the canopy barren of leaves due to the winter cold it's not hard to spot the flailing boy. ]


God dammnit, can't anything be normal in this stupid place?! [ He has to look about and all he can do is yell; ]

Hey! Is there anyone around!? Need some freaking help here!

E-1 | That stinks

[ He immediately regrets lighting this candle. He has to plug his nose at the awful stench that seeps off from it. It reminds him of the life in the domes on the assembly lines. Not just the working machines but those days when other kids' hands had gotten stuck in the machines or some gruesome accident. Blood and death usually soaked the air on those bad days.

He has to take a step back from the candle and raise a sleeve to his nose, to try and cut off the smell. His face contorts in disgust as he looks to it.]


Whoever thought these candles were a good idea clearly had their damned had cracked.

C | Network
[ Well, no time like the present he supposes. It doesn't take long to get in tune with the amulet again, to focus on it and send his thoughts out. ]

So, Glitch again. Did you all manage to blow yourselves up while I was gone or have things just been normal? Well, as normal as things get around this stupid place.

[ ooc: feel free to PM or contact me on plurk [profile] christhehost if you want a custom pompt. ]

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