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... What? Message? Piss off.

( Heat's Log Archive )

I'm not leaving my room again. At all. Ever. (I didn't think it got any worse than yesterday...)

I can't explain it, but for some reason thinking of this person makes me feel happy better.

What the hell.

[ooc: Randomly chose another player. Lucky Shigure, I guess? >_>;]

I feel a disturbance in the Force.

Oh, wait, that's me. Heh heh.

So let me get this straight. Whoever's running this place dumps me in here, pisses the hell out of me, makes me deal with people I don't know and don't like (which is everyone), and then they give me the ability to kill things with my mind.

From what I can tell, this hotel wants all of you idiots dead.

Heh, fine by me. Who wants it first?


(OOC: Congratulations, Toujours, you have officially made a dark Jedi. >____>)

To anyone in the hotel hunting all the demons:

Bring it on. The Embryon aren't afraid of fools. If you wanna die, come find me, heh.

( Private to the Embryon )

HEY HEY EVERYONEEEE~~

Did you know that there are orange sparklies in the sky in the lobby? Never seen them before! I have noooooo idea what they are but they taste like creamsicles.

But then I wonder what orange creamsicles are.

Well whatever they are THEY TASTE GOOD.

There are bugs everywhere now! I keep burning them up but they don't go away. One of them tried to eat my squishy, ;____; Damn them! I'll kill them all, grr. But I'm tired right now so I'm going back to the lobby to eat more yummy sparklies. And cuddle Mister Agni-Puff.

Come visit me if you want a hug!

....

I....

The Playstation is gone. The game is gone.

....

I WASN'T DONE.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

What the hell happens in the end?! DID ME AND SERPH REALLY DIE OR WHAT?!

(Why did I keep taking breaks to burn off my hair?! I could have gotten an extra hour's worth!)

DAMN THIS HOTEL!

What the hell? My hair wasn't three feet long yesterday... Though that was pretty much my height, so...

There's this... thing... in my room. ... "Playstation 2"? It's some weird-looking machine, hooked up to the TV. As if that wasn't weird enough, there's a little box on top of it...

It has our avatars on the front...

... Wait, what?!

---

I....

For some reason, it's... a game. OUR LIVES ARE NOT A GOD-DAMNED GAME. (Digital Devil Saga 2? What the hell does that mean?!)

... and why am I controlling Serph? (WHERE THE HELL AM I? And SERA?!! ... And Cielo. Cielo's missing too. But Sera!!)

... I... think I'm going to be here for a while. Serph, your little ass-wiggle run is going to bug the hell out of me. Learn to walk like a man, come on.

.... What.

WHY THE HELL AM I A CHILD.

I was never a child in the Junkyard. We never even saw any kids!

( Private to the Embryon as usual )

I still hate this hotel.

Who wants to play Hide-and-Go-Eat? I'll be 'It'.

...

The robot-creatures of this hotel are working their way towards an early grave in the scrap heap.

I mean it. I mean it! If one more of those damned things come near me with a PINK BOW there will be bloodshed! I'll find a way to make them bleed!

I'm spending the day as Agni and devouring every creature that shows itself. I don't give a damn anymore. I'm not letting anyone see me in that... monstrosity of a dress they forced me into somehow convinced me to wear.

( Private to the Embryon )

....

When I find out who is running this hotel, I'm not going to kill them. Oh no, that'd be too easy.

I'm going to break them. Slowly. And then eat them one inch at a time. Even if they taste disgusting. Imagining their flesh down my throat makes this place slightly less unbearable.

Until then, I'll be killing everything else in sight. Especially anyone who comments on my breasts dress appearance.

...

GODDAMMIT AGNI IS FEMALE TOO?!

( Private to the Embryon. )

Today's room is so goddamned awesome acceptable.

To my roommate: I hope you like metal. Loud metal. If you don't, I don't give a damn.

Heh heh.

I wanted to see what the big deal was about all these presents everyone was getting. I checked, and there was something there for me. A music box.

It plays...

It's...

Sera's song.

Did she send it to me...?

I feel a little more at ease, now.

....

WHY DOES THIS DAMNED HOTEL KEEP MAKING THINGS GROW ON ME.

This is such bullshit. Now I'm glad Serph Sera isn't here - she'd probably laugh.

... Not that her laughing is a bad thing...

Dammit, I don't know what I'm saying...

SOMEONE GET THESE GODDAMNED WINGS OFF MY ASS.

.....

There's something on my face.

.....

It won't go away.

.....

I still want to kill someone.

( Private, except probably to Gale 'cause they're cooooomrades )

What the hell is going on?! Not only do I not want to be here, but I can't leave?! Whoever's responsible for this had better open the damned doors before I find them and eat them alive. You think I'm joking? Don't mock me.

Where is Sera...?