Dee. Chaos

Jul 31 2010, 11:20 AM

That Red Velvet does look nice. I've never heard of it before.

And now I'm hungry. *chews on the sofa's edge*

Shackfic Chapter 2 Preview

 

We open our adventures at the Shack today to the Shackites sitting in an unusually serious meeting involving the invincibility and size of The Shack, questioning if the shack will eventually crack/tear the universe in a 'Doctor Who'-esqe manner or eventually break from Devlin's constant attacks to the Shack and world. Devlin laughs evilly at the group's concern, passing by with an entourage of two Chaos Space Marines behind him.

"If you're worried, you should probably delete the crap I store in New Vegas." Devlin contributes, walking by. "Pwahahaha!!!"

Blaine slumps to the table, dropping his pencil before aiming a palm at Devlin and blowing him away with a blast of magenta-pink energy, to which leaves the others in the room baffled. Devlin, of course, shrugs this off easily, being the Noir Overlord and walks off again laughing, banging the heads of his two bodyguards together abusively.

“Oh, and Blaine, you'll be needing this.” Devlin pauses his evil pace to toss a grapefruit at the brooding N.E.R.D. Blaine, the sweet-sour fruit bouncing on his head before being caught by Blaine's hands. At that, a lightbulb appears over N.E.R.D.'s forehead as he comes up with a brilliant idea. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a chalkboard appears out of nowhere. N.E.R.D., of course, appreciates its random appearance, springing into action by drawing a problem-solver:

“Alright. So if we iz an Ork, we iz not fighting. We iz not rokkin. We iz not lootin'. So we're mucking abou--” N.E.R.D. Falls to the ground by this point, landing next to a bullet before getting up and examining the bullet before looking up and screaming. “I GET THE POINT!” Blaine then promptly sits in another chair, summoning his scythe by extending his palm, slashing the weapon as he caught it.

“Ah, good. Obscurum Falx-- Darkness's Scythe for those of you readers who aren't Latin-savvy-- Obscurum Falx, Messor Telum, Trado!” As N.E.R.D. Blaine finishes his Latin chants, the Scythe begins to contort, being engulfed by a twister of ash and black lightning, all in Blaine's bare hands.

Nekojita (Cat)

Jul 31 2010, 11:31 AM

When I went out to dinner last night, the people we were waiting for to leave took like, two hours to leave, so the restaurant gave us a free red velvet cake.