4/10/89: Hungry
Monica is pissed at me again for some reason. I can't even really keep track of all the reasons she finds to be pissed at me, but I have a really bad memory. Her black hate pours from her beady eyes behind that mask and fills up my soul, making me feel like I just had a cheeseburger or something, like I'm really full. And then I get nauseous.
On the way home I killed a some small-time gang goblins to bump up my ranking and to take my mind off of it. I like to turn up the volume on my phone so that every time the Kill-Tracker registers a kill and that notification Ping! goes off, I can hear it. Gutting something or lopping off it's head and being rewarded with that little Ping! just makes me feel better.
It started to rain as I was walking home, so I stopped under the Tako-shop's awning in Greenich-Cho. I always get out late, so as usual it's closed and super dark in there. Peering into the silk shadow of the shop, the painful red neon glow from the video rental store across the street spills all over the bar and fryer behind it. I sure am hungry.
I dropped the goblin head I forgot I was holding and slipped the (pissed) pistol out of my thigh-holster with a satisfying leather shucking sound and point it at the handle of the locked glass door to the shop. I don't know if this is necessarily where the lock is on this specific door, but it won't matter. The crimson stockings I like so much gets worn down rubbing against the leather everytime I strap this holster to my thigh, but it just looks and feels so cool hidden under my poncho like this. It makes me feel like a sexy murderous bitch, and I love being a sexy murderous bitch. I also don't like to use this gun when I've just got my nails done, but I'm like, really really hungry. Monica's hatred isn't enough tonight!
I squeezed the trigger and the kickback from the pistol is always my favorite part of using it. All of the nails I just had pressed on and etched on my right hand by that weird little elk woman in Noda just shatter into bits from the force, my arm flew back and up into the air, and my entire shoulder wanted to tear out of it's socket but I didn't let it. I stumbled in my red pumps, I can never really stay stable wearing these things, but they just go really well with the outfit, and occasionally I get more points for killing something by kicking them with it. A loud crack eradicates the silence of the night, and that makes me smile under my mask. I didn't want it to be quiet anymore. The quiet hurts and makes me think about my sister and other much worse things.
All of the glass on the door and the windows to the shop shattered and burst away from me in the shockwave from the blast. The metal frame of the door morphs in on itself and flies inward, smashing into the counter and flipping over it, now half sticking out of the kitchen behind the bar. I walk in, gingerly trying to step over the glass but failing because it's literally everywhere.
The light switch is probably in the back, so I figured I'd just hop over the counter and get this delicious Takoyaki party started. Then I heard another crunch of boots on glass. I turn so fucking crazy fast my poncho twists around me like a saucer and so did my blonde locks, gun raised to blast whoever might be dumb enough to tell me I shouldn't break into this establishment and steal food. I know it would've looked really cool to just about anyone but Monica. It's a shame that it was Monica.
-Jessica
On the way home I killed a some small-time gang goblins to bump up my ranking and to take my mind off of it. I like to turn up the volume on my phone so that every time the Kill-Tracker registers a kill and that notification Ping! goes off, I can hear it. Gutting something or lopping off it's head and being rewarded with that little Ping! just makes me feel better.
It started to rain as I was walking home, so I stopped under the Tako-shop's awning in Greenich-Cho. I always get out late, so as usual it's closed and super dark in there. Peering into the silk shadow of the shop, the painful red neon glow from the video rental store across the street spills all over the bar and fryer behind it. I sure am hungry.
I dropped the goblin head I forgot I was holding and slipped the (pissed) pistol out of my thigh-holster with a satisfying leather shucking sound and point it at the handle of the locked glass door to the shop. I don't know if this is necessarily where the lock is on this specific door, but it won't matter. The crimson stockings I like so much gets worn down rubbing against the leather everytime I strap this holster to my thigh, but it just looks and feels so cool hidden under my poncho like this. It makes me feel like a sexy murderous bitch, and I love being a sexy murderous bitch. I also don't like to use this gun when I've just got my nails done, but I'm like, really really hungry. Monica's hatred isn't enough tonight!
I squeezed the trigger and the kickback from the pistol is always my favorite part of using it. All of the nails I just had pressed on and etched on my right hand by that weird little elk woman in Noda just shatter into bits from the force, my arm flew back and up into the air, and my entire shoulder wanted to tear out of it's socket but I didn't let it. I stumbled in my red pumps, I can never really stay stable wearing these things, but they just go really well with the outfit, and occasionally I get more points for killing something by kicking them with it. A loud crack eradicates the silence of the night, and that makes me smile under my mask. I didn't want it to be quiet anymore. The quiet hurts and makes me think about my sister and other much worse things.
All of the glass on the door and the windows to the shop shattered and burst away from me in the shockwave from the blast. The metal frame of the door morphs in on itself and flies inward, smashing into the counter and flipping over it, now half sticking out of the kitchen behind the bar. I walk in, gingerly trying to step over the glass but failing because it's literally everywhere.
The light switch is probably in the back, so I figured I'd just hop over the counter and get this delicious Takoyaki party started. Then I heard another crunch of boots on glass. I turn so fucking crazy fast my poncho twists around me like a saucer and so did my blonde locks, gun raised to blast whoever might be dumb enough to tell me I shouldn't break into this establishment and steal food. I know it would've looked really cool to just about anyone but Monica. It's a shame that it was Monica.
-Jessica
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