#go get em Ron Ron hehehe

[jacobsullivan]

closed starter for @itsronniebish Jamie & Ronnie at The Farmer's Market in Town Greene.

It'd been a week or two, Jamie couldn't recall with clarity the measure of time that had passed as chaos rained over his life and hometown. So easily he became lost in thought, trying to unpack the impossible. The fresh air and change in scenery helped, he thought. Though tender memories laid in wake around every corner, he found a moment of peace people watching from the Gazebo. A fresh apple from a local stand in hand, eyes glazed over, taking it all in.

Though, much too soon, that momentary peace would come to an abrupt end.

[talas-starlight]

SDFLKSDJflKSdfj HI MY SUGARRRR ILYSMM!!! 🎂✨🕊️🌈🎁 for your sweet and pure asks!! ALSO YOU PULLED OUT YOUR WISDOM TEETH SDFLSKDJFLSLDKF LOTS OF HUGS TO YOU 💜💖💚💕💗💙🖤🤍

AWWW HEHEHE I LOVE YOU MORE!!! Also thanks for the hugs!! I really need em rn 🥴🥴🥺🥺🥺💞💕💞💓💘💞

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

AHAHAHA tbvh I struggle to completely relate to characters because I feel like I’m a really bland person?? And theres always something that doesn’t click???

Uhmmmm growing up I used to think I was so much like Percy because I used to really struggle in school and didn’t have many friends LMAO but idk if I have adhd or anything Lolol

Oooh! I kinda feel like I’m Ron Weasley sometimes cuz homie always eating and occasionally feels awkies/ neglected by my friends HAHAHA

Oooo I also kinda relate to elena Alvarez from ODAAT & Rachel Chu from crazy rich Asians

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

1. To recover faster so I can go back to being a foodie HAHAHA

2. To travel soon because bfiwbdiwdhwk kinda going nuts LMAO

3. Uhmmm and for everyone to have a healthy and happy holiday season!

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

1. Making sure the room is as dark as possible because I struggle sleeping when there are lights on or whatever

2. Getting grumpy when I’m hungry GAHAHAH

3. idk why but whenever I go to a public bathroom I always have to take the first few pieces of toilet paper and throw it away because I use ones to yano clean myself?? I think it’s because like in my mind the first few are contaminated from the last person?? AHAHAHAH

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

dvwidbsj okay tbvh I find this a bit hard because I tend to just find guys/girls attractive and I don’t think I have a set type in terms of looks although if I can tell that they kinda look after themselves wether that be though fashion, personal hygiene, skin care and their mental or physical health I do find that more attractive but!! I’m not saying they need to do all of those things either yano?

Although! In terms of personality I do have a few markers for example I find it so attractive when guys or girls are able to be a lil goofy but also wholesome and love to read and cuddle and are kinda observant in the sense that they know when it’s time to have be a bit more serious??

LMAO I PROBABLY SOUND SO PICKY OOPS

🎁- when is your birthday?

Hehe March 29!!! So please don’t bully me about being an aries because I s2g dbwkdbwk

Hehe that’s all I got for asks so pls send it more!! 🥺🥺

[49scribes-a]

Lavi: I--

Kenny: Nah. Gotta take on one.

Lavi: Y'know what Lavi: zombie sized chickens

Ben: .....i dont kn o w Ben: are the chicken sized zombies still slow

Kenny: No, but they're dumber than the zombies.

Ben: ....ok then those

Lavi: dumber than? How so?

Kenny: Zombies still follow base instincts. They can track ya across a continent sometimes. Kenny: Chickens just. Sit there and be birds.

Ben: ...tho zombie sized chickens would. have a lot of meat on 'em. -NOW HES LEGIT THINKING ABT IT GG MIKE-

Lavi: True.

Kenny: ...True... Heh. It'd be a helluva lot of free food.

Ben: ...second thought, ill take those

Lavi: ........

Kenny: -lowkey la ug hs- easier to hunt too, 'cause theyre bigger

Lavi: helluva way to die

Kenny: Hah. Truth.

Ben: 'least no one would forget how you died

Kenny: Imagine tryin'a fry that though.

Kenny: naaah you gotta carve it up, right Kenny: skin it, cut it up

Lavi: yep

Ben: dry some of it

Kenny: Yeah, true.

Ben: youd be set for /so/ long

Lavi: okay so better question Lavi: would chicken sized zombies be fast? Lavi: because let me tell you Lavi: I've played Minecraft

Ben: -sn OR TS-

Lavi: *lavi y this*

Kenny: ... Kenny: Well... Kenny: They're /chickens/ Kenny: Of course they're quick.

Lavi: No I mean the zombies that are chicken-sized

Kenny: Ah. No. Kenny: They'd probably be slow as molasses. Like the Blob.

Lavi: *strokes chin* Hm... slow, small zambies, or a year's supply of chicken at the end of the world?

Kenny: They go at the average 'shuffle' speed. And they're...tiny. They'd probably go about a meter in one day. Hah.

Lavi: *snorts*

Sitara: ..so Sitara: what did I zone back to? - kinda gets off her phone- Sitara: why are we Sitara: talking about zombie chickens?

Ben: ...chicken sized zombies and zombie sized chickens -@sitara- Ben: which would you rather fight

Sitara: mmmm chicken sized zombies

Hige: I'd rather be eviscerated by a chicken than bit to death by toddlers.....

Ben: okok but zombie sized chickens Ben: think of all the food

Lavi: *laUGHS* Lavi: Same.

Kenny: All that delicious potential fried chicken. Hah.

Sitara: but you can kick Sitara: chicken sized zombies

Ben: ok but: food

Lavi: Okay but if they're just big chickens who says you even gotta fight 'em.

Kenny: ...Oh God she has a point.

Ben: ///food tho///

Sitara: but what if the meat is tainted?

Kenny: Imagine fuckin' punting one of the tiny bastards through a football goal.

Ben: ....when ur starving u dont care

Sitara: you'll care when you're dead

Lavi: Okay but isn't everyone infected anyway?

Ben: ...yeaaaah

Lavi: Okay okay but Lavi: Consider this

Kenny: ...maybe you'd build up an immunity -sno rts-

Hige: I don't know about you guys, but I'd be riding me a 6 foot tall chicken into battle.

Lavi: Human sized chickens lay really big eggs, probably??

Kenny: ...True!

Ben: likE I SAID, FOOD,

Sitara: ... it'd be like Final Fantasy

Kenny: Perfect food source.

Lavi: BEFREIND THE GIANT CHICKENS

Ben: e x a c t ly

Lavi: CREATE THE CHOCOBO RACE

Ben: new food source Ben: which i am SO down for

Kenny: ... Kenny: If I can manage to find any surviving scientists.

Lavi: I always said th' world needs more chocobos

Kenny: I will make them create a giant chicken.

Ben: if they aint working on a cure, get them to make huge chickens Lavi: Okay but if you got a bunch of Brahma chickens and selectively breed them you could probably do it without scientists

Ben: .....we just gotta find the chickens

Lavi: WE JUST GOTTA FIND THE CHICKENS

Kenny: Well...I ain't got chickens, but I have an eagle.

Ben: ...god if we didnt move around so much we could totally make this a thing?? but travelling w chickens Ben: would be hard Ben: ...theyre noisy

Sitara: just carry them Sitara: befriend them

Ben: like i said, noisy

Kenny: Like 'clucky cluck, come eat me zambo'

Ben: YEAH BASICALLY Ben: which no?? i dont need that

Sitara: cover their mouths

Ben: ...cover. their mouths. oh my god Ben: do you want me to tape it shut, sitara

Arvo: can i just mention how weird this conversation is

Sitara: yes

Arvo: bc it is

Ben: -hE LAUGHS- sor rR Y ARVO

Sitara: tape the beak Sitara: it's fine

Arvo: -sno Rts- n O JU ST Arvo: IT IS. VE RY RA ND om

Kenny: ...so arvo, how do you feel abt us finding chickens and carrying them around,

Sitara: don't be /chicken/

Ben: just,,, gonna tuck a chicken into the bag,,,,

Arvo: oh my go d -he l augh- i space out Arvo: for five mintues

Ben: we're adopting chickens, arvo

Kenny: Ah-ah, hol' up Ben. Kenny: You need the Chicken Adoption Papers.

Sitara: if Wrench can adopt a robot you guys can adopt chickens

Ben: ........the government has fallen apart Ben: i dont–– i dont think adoption papers mean anything Ben: -he laughs-

Kenny: I know. I'm fuckin' with ya. Kenny: -snickers-

Ben: ill just–– write it on a piece of paper Ben: 'i do what i want'

Kenny: Like Ron Swanson?

Ben: //rebel// Ben: ...yeah

Kenny: Heheh.

Sitara: ...Ben as a rebel Sitara: would be something

Ben: im hardcore!!

Lavi: *chasing chickens here chickie chickie chickies cOME TO DADDY*

[laseroy89]

Fighting Me

[WP] You were always taught to never take your helmet off during war. One day in the middle of a battle you end up in a fist fight to the death. Something extremely rare these days. As you pull off the helmet to gouge their eyes you pull back in shock. The person looks exactly like you.

“Ron, take the stairs on the right side, take out the top floor. Take Ray and Pirate with you. Ed and Neem, you’re coming with me through the front, clear the ground floor. Section 2 will be taking the buildings behind this block, so once this building is clear, gather at this landing and await for further instructions from HQ - DO NOT LEAVE THE BLOCK. Any questions?”

“No Sir!”

Sam folded his map and crammed it back into his utility pouch. He made a “go” motion with his hand. “Alright, move out.”

“Yes Sir.” Everyone nodded, and dispersed. Sergeant Ron motioned for Pirate and I to follow, and the three of us treaded carefully through the tall grass, towards the grassy mound that would provide good cover about five metres away from the targeted staircase. We took our positions in the shallow depressions behind the mound, and awaited the signal.

“Ok go go go.” Sergeant whispered through my earpiece. We moved quickly to the staircase, our rifles raised in high alert position, ready to engage. I pointed my rifle around, looking for any potential threats, and surveyed the area at the same time.

It was as described in the photos provided to us. The building was in a sorry state - paint was peeling off the walls, and there was mould and moss all over the exterior. Most of the windows were just openings in the side of the building with no glass panes, but there were a few on the upper floor that were completely black and opaque, such that it was impossible to see whatever shady stuff people were doing inside. The rest of the complex wasn’t much better off - most of the fence had collapsed, allowing our company to infiltrate almost effortlessly, and the other buildings seemed to be in the same state as our target building.

Once I reached the side of the building, I patted Pirate’s back. He patted Sergeant, and together, we crept up the stairs. I could see Sergeant’s rifle trembling - come on man. The enemy guards at the guardhouse - more like guard-shed, lol - were easily neutralised. They were definitely not prepared for an attack, how easy could this be? We’ll finish them off in no time and be back in time for a nice long bath and….maybe a visit to the massage parlour? Heheh - yeah that’s right Pirate, you’re reading my thoughts exactly.

We got onto the second floor, our boots making muffled thuds on the concrete.

“Door, door left. Open in.” Sergeant moved to the opposite side and faced us, hand on the handle. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Sergeant turned the handle and pushed the door hard. Pirate and I rushed in, and opened fire.

Left, fire, fire, fire. Up, fire, fire, fire. Forward, forward, crouch behind chair, fire, fire, fire. Get up, forward, lean over counter, fire, fire, fire. “Clear!”

“Clear!”

“Door, door right. Open in. Ready?”

“Ready.”

Forward, right. Forward - LEFT, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! Fire. Forward. Right, fire, fire, fire. “Reload!” High knee. Put safe, eject mag. Empty magazine check. Check clear. Loaded magazine check. Weapon loaded. Cock, put safe - put back on semi. “Ready.”

“Door, door left. Open out. Ready?”

“Ready.”

Forward, left. Forward - LEFT - FUCK FUCK FUCK! Against wall, enemy on rifle. Fight. Jab left, jab left, elbow right, elbow down. Ooof. Kick left shin. Kick left shin. Kick left knee, crack. Kick groin. Headbutt - oooof. Rifle gone. Punch right, down, ooof. Head down, twist right wrist. Jab left, dislocate left shoulder. Jab, neck. Up, sweep his helmet off, position fingers -

His eyes. Brown irises, staring at me - glazed, sightlessly, lifelessly. A normal enemy would be filled with fear, with anger, with pain, his brow furrowed in frustration, in terror - but not his. He stared at me - he stared THROUGH me, as if he was already dead. But no - he fought on, kicking frantically against my hard plate.

But it wasn’t just the eyes. It was the hair too. Buzz cut, but with a widow’s peak, and a little scar just above the right ear - just like me. The pockmarks that acne left all over his face - there was even that little red bump in the right cheek, the cyst that refused to go away no matter how much ointment I spammed in that area. That blunt nose, broken maybe twelve times. That cut on that lip, when my crazy ex smashed me with a glass.

He was me.

He stopped struggling too, but he didn’t stop staring through me. And he opened his mouth, and…..inhaled.

A ear-piercing whine drowned out all the commotion that happened around me. All the gunshots, screams and shouts....they were all replaced by the sound that threatened to rip my head apart, yet I couldn’t bring my hands up to block it out. I was frozen to the spot, my entire body rigid, and out of my control.

Slowly, I felt my skin pull away. Gentle tugging at first, but it got stronger and stronger. I could feel it started to run down my chin, and…

I was slammed against the wall.

“What the hell happened?” Pirate shook me by my shoulders, staring at my face. “You just froze up on that….oh my bejeezus what the hell did he do to you?”

I realised that he wasn’t just staring at my face - his focus was directed at my chin. Gingerly, I lifted my hands to that area, and felt little scraps of skin hanging off. It felt waxy to the touch, but as I pulled my hands away from my face, I saw that the liquid wax that I felt was my blood.

That sucking wasn’t in my imagination. That bugger had tried to suck my skin and flesh off.

I pushed Pirate’s face away.

That soldier - or whatever that thing was - lay still on the ground, its torso torn up by dozens of bullets. But its face was still intact, and…..it wasn’t just my imagination. It was an immaculate duplicate of my face, and Sergeant was still standing over it, constantly switching between looking at my face, and looking at it.

“Sergeant….we need to leave this area. There’s something fishy going on.”

“Negative. We proceed down to the landing as planned, and meet the rest of the team….”

We stared at each other, as we realised what was happening.

There were no gunshots anymore, even though this was supposed to be a battle. Instead, there were intermittent screams, but the main sound that filled the air was this….whining noise. The sickening whine, exactly like that sound when my face was being sucked the hell off.

“Sergeant, I don’t think there’s a rest of the team anymore.”

Pirate grabbed his rifle. Sergeant backed off from the body, and looked out the window.

“We need to get out of here. Right. Now.”