#savages

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Dear Diary, everything still sucks.

The sand never stops getting old fast, the sun won’t go away even when me brain tells me it’s night, I can’t remember a time when I don’t hear an engine turned on, and I miss baths more than I miss me old bed.

But outside of the normal hum and drum of this unpleasant wasteland we call home, a strange new thing did happen.
The sky started falling, that was the first sign that things were off.

At first we were running around and getting our guns, I thought it was the Jumpin Gents, but then I realized that the only engines I was hearing were the ones in our own camp.
Sure metal and burning heap was fallin from the sky along with all kinds of pain and fun varieties of burning death metal. Sure it was doing a wonderful job of hurting and tearing, but none of it was followed by the usual bangs of gunfire.

So I was even more surprised when a man covered in metal feel and made a lovely glowing crater right where Harvy had his piece of junk parked.
He was dark skinned, covered all over in metal, big metal wings on his back, and a metal hoop just dangling above his head.

He come out of his hole, wobbling about and holding his chest, which had a nasty glowing knife in it. He walked up to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and started gasping and bleeding all over my tent.

He was going on and on about how he had slipped through the pearly gates, fought through his brothers and sisters, fell to our little sandpit so that he could finally give us blah, blah, blah.

I patted the metal fella on the arm, gave him my sweetest smile, then yanked the knife out of his chest.
Before burrying it in his throat.

I then yelled out to my little family that it was first come first serve.
They all rushed in and started taking parts of him apart, mostly his armor, but also his halo and wings.
We found that drinking the poor bastard’s blood made none of us thirsty, hell I took a draft and I haven’t had to get a drink in over a week.
Now the lads have come up with some interesting armor out of what they got, and they all have a lovely blade from those feathers that came off of his wings.

Everyone felt strong, and invincible, sure enough some of us are so damn tough that bullets just seem like inconveniences. Everyday we ate more and more of that bastard until we started bleeding blue ourselves.

Now I’m not one to go and throw away a good thing, so we’re going to head over to the Red Pennies and get ourselves some fun and plunder.
Or plunder and fun.
Don’t matter, we gonna make an impact is what it adds up to.

Blessing in disguise.
Cheers.

The Books of Beginning - Rafe

my fave character from my fave saga by John Stephens, check it out cause it’s worth it!
this is just a silly meme but i miss the saga so much

tomvorikandharry:

a poll because i’m curious (and because this has divided everyone in our office over the last couple days). tell me in the tags where you’re from and if you peel your peaches before eating them.

i’m from florida and i don’t peel my peaches.