Die Ghul Show with ALEXIUSS!:icondasghul:: Welcome to my humble show, :iconalexiuss:!More Like This
Do you enjoy being here?
:iconalexiuss:: No. There are spiders everywhere. They're eating my pizza. Somebody stop them!
:icondasghul:: :iconspiderglompplz: They do so because they LIKE YOU!
Does this make the experience any better?
:iconalexiuss:: Yes. Also, you took too long to explain.
I have since then eaten the spiders as revenge.
:icondasghul:: This is mean and unfair towards the spiders.
Are you always that MEAN?
:iconalexiuss:: Only when I'm in millipede mode. Om nom nom.
:icondasghul:: Elaborate on its advantages, please!
:iconalexiuss:: Lots of arms. Wish I had even moar arms though.
:icondasghul:: Except for bullying cute little spiders :iconspiderglompplz:, what else would you do with them?
:iconalexiuss:: Draw faster,
Built a rationalist utopia,
Write a post-apocalyptic novel,
Answer thirteen hundred emails,
Eat a pie,
...And do taxes at the same time.
:icondasghul:: Before finally talk
LossL is for LossMore Like This
He had happened upon the room by pure chance. The Captain's disappearance had put the Engineer on edge. That man was the key to his survival and it was only a matter of time before some hazard of the wasteland would claim his life. Surprisingly it just took a few hours to locate him and Gromov was sure it was only because of the luck that Captain seemed to rub off onto others. He found Captain holed up in a mostly collapsed building, the only part that remained intact was a small dark room. Breathing a sigh of relief he was about to enter the room to reprimand the man for disappearing without a trace for days but stopped, his boot hovering just over the threshold. Captain's purple lenses glinted from the darkness. Gromov backed away. He never entered the room.
And Captain never left.
The engineer left the man alone; he had hope that eventually Captain would come out on his own. Each day Gromov would come to the room but the Captain never moved from that spot. How t
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Snippy couldn't believe his luck; actually this was pretty typical of what usually happened to him. He spent hours scouring through the dilapidated remains of old grocery stores searching for any surviving cans of food that hadn't been outdated, leaking, or bulging with botulism. Today had been a rather productive day, too productive perhaps. He had amassed a rather sizable haul that he stashed away in an old rusted out car tucked away in an alley. Dropping a few more cans into the front seat after filling up the back it finally dawned on him. How was he going to carry all these back to the base?
Shutting the door and leaning against the car, he thought he remembered seeing an old sporting goods store a little way down the block. They might have some good heavy duty backpacks he could carry the cans in.
Jogging off to find the store he actually felt a little happy for once. Figuring out ways to carry back a surplus of food was one problem he was glad to have.