Semi-private rp account || NSFW DEACTIVATED.
[ This account is to be rendered officially and completely inactive, and will not be making further posts from here on out (occasional jokes or otherwise). The blog will remain for my personal references, but the topic of semi-deactivation is not up for discussion. In the event I finally get around to finishing the replacement account, those who need to know will know in time, but it won’t be posted publicly for security reasons that I’m disinclined to discuss.
Thank you for reading this over.
It’s been about as fun as one could have while playing nice and easing up on the neurotoxin. Take that as you will. Actually, don’t. That last thing I want to do is boost your egos due to a miscommunication regarding my dry humor. That would be such a shame. For both of us, even. You would be deluded, and I would have to put up with you being deluded. Not that anything changes a lot, but it certainly isn’t made better. ]
Not in the slightest.
But I would be lying if I said operations about the facility weren’t boring in your absence.
GlaDOS, Portal 2 —
You know, the last time you told this joke, it was pretty funny. I’m afraid it’s lost its luster this time around though.
But you can rest assured I can be consistent in my own personal humor, and while your efforts are noted, my response is in the negative. You being in charge was the worst thing for this facility. You being here was and is currently still the worst thing for the facility.
[MSG]Thank you Commander, while I am wary as you’re the sort to antagonize me at peculiar times, we see eye to eye [approx.] at least 75% of the time. With regards to EDI I’m sure it will be nothing sort of interesting.
[MSG] I only antagonize the ones I find particular interest in. You so happen to be lost within the crossfire. ( Most notably due to the fact I enjoy seeing you squirm. ) It's a fun time for all. Excluding yourself, of course. Ha. Ha. Mr. Moreau also says hello. He asks you care for his pigeons accordingly.
[MSG] I’ve never been fond of crossfire, but I suppose the same goes for you. The crossfire metaphor works just as well, how about that? Also, his pigeons are dead. I’ll hold a funeral, burn their carcasses, and send him the ashes in an urn. My responsibility for them runs dry after that.