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[onehundredbeers]

[Here is Nathan, armed with dual battle axes. The table, though he stared at it long and adamantly, did not give him the machine gun he so wanted deep in his soul. He took the next best thing.

But it isn't just Nathan standing here like a moron. This is Nathan, all of 6'8" tall, armed, and in the middle of combat.

These past few days haven't been good on his temper at all, and he's finally been enabled a way to vent his frustrations, and oh is it fucking awesome.



Strewn around him are already a dozen bodies in various states of death. Some are simply beheaded, some look like they've been chopped repeatedly, some even look like he tossed the axes aside for a single, brief moment, to crack some skulls in.

He roars like a monster and swings his axe, slamming it deep into one of the zombies still standing. His clothes are damp, his face is sprayed with various types of gore, and his eyes? Are no longer their bright and vivid green. They're pure red, and the glow they cast on his face almost give him the appearance of some sort of bestial demon.

Nathan tears through them like nothing until only two are left; he throws an axe square at one with all the strength he can muster, then charges behind it, leaping over the zombie thing moments before he would have slammed into it. On his descent, he grabs his other axe with both hands and brings the blade down into the head of the last one standing (the other having, reasonably, been dispatched by the axe had thrown moments before).


Aw, but now he has nothing to kill. So now he stands there like a moron, his eyes still aflame.]

Brutal.

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[collector]

[Braxiatel pauses, startled most of all by the change in the eyes. Humans showing surprising strength and beating the hell out of zombies is reasonable. Glowing eyes . . .]

Odd question, I realize, but is this a hallucination? Only I can't imagine why I would hallucinate this.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan ADDs from staring blankly at gore to focus on Irving, and he goes from grim serious business to a gigantic grin!]

Hey Irving!

[And the red to his eyes immediately fades.]

Uh, no. No, this isn't a, uh, hallucination. ...Unless I'm a hallucination. I- I don't think I'm one. Pretty- pretty sure I'm me.

[collector]

[Braxiatel isn't sure he should find that comforting.] I'll trust your faith in your ontological status. Do your eyes glow red often, or is that only when you're dismembering the undead?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stands there with a somewhat confused look.]

Huh?

[collector]

Your eyes. They were glowing. You gave a rather good impression of some demons I've met, in fact.

[onehundredbeers]

Helloooooo, Earth to Irving! Eyes don't glow.

[Nathan pauses.]

Unless I'm, I'm a fucking hallucination. Shi- shit, Irving. Irving, man, what if I'm a hallucination?! I wouldn't know! I'd think I was the real me!

[collector]

Well, no, actually, you wouldn't. You would if you were an AI of some sort or a cyborg, but if you were a hallucination, it would be my mind that was creating you. You wouldn't exist to think yourself the real you.

[Then again, Braxiatel hasn't done extensive studies with hallucinations. And he isn't completely convinced Nathan isn't one.]

[onehundredbeers]

Yeah but- okay, see, why wouldn't your mind have me, uh, think I wasn't... me. Because, because I like being me. To be, be a real- to be a realistic me, I'd have to think I was me!

[Nathan seems to be caught up on this, and he is quite possibly disturbed by the prospect that he may not be actually him but be something else.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel steps delicately over the remains of someone's head.]

[cheerfully] That was pretty metal.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan grins at That Guy.]

Hell yeah it was!

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Another zombie comes lumbering up behind Axel. Without even turning around, or losing his smile, he snaps his fingers and incinerates it with such precision that there is nothing left to swing at him when the bones hit the floor.]

Have you heard anything about someone who might've, oh, I dunno, answered a question wrong and got us all stuck here?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan watches with sort of shocked amusement, then remembers to grab his axes.]

Uhhhhhhhhhh, no. Nobody I know was, um, asked anything.

[He awkwardly hangs the axes from his belt, he rigged up a makeshift thing for that, because ugh carrying them.]

Then again, uh, most of the- most of the people I know? Can't come here, because they're fucking- they are fucking dicks who aren't answering their fucking phones.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Oh well.

[Axel's eyebrow goes up.]

I don't think that's them. We are kind of in another dimension.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan crosses his arms.]

Whatever it is, it's fucking bullshit. And this? This is fucking not cool.

Uh, I mean... the stuff that isn't... killing monsters. That's pretty awesome. Everything else, that, uh, that fucking sucks dick.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

My life was exciting enough before this happened. Now it turns out I get to kill monsters on my vacation, too. I mean, I can do it, but I've got a busy schedule. And I want to enjoy popcorn without having some rude zombie stick his hand in it. It just ruins the flavor, y'know?

awesome typo in that last one i wrote but it is gone now

[onehundredbeers]

Oh, dude, I know. I mean, fuck! I have- I have shit to do! Like... go... buy chips. And okay, you know what, I can't fucking buy chips here. I can get them for free but you know, maybe- maybe I want to fucking stimulate the economy! Pay some fucking douchebag three dollars for chips!

[Nathan is inviting you to complain with him, Axel.]

And, you- you know? I don't want to fight shit! I have... I have fucking employees to do that!

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate almost intervenes, but stand back when it's clear Nathan is gleefully holding his own; she doesn't flinch when gore splatters on her trench coat, the skin it doesn't cover, the weapons it doesn't conceal]

Nice. [she still keeps a certain distance, because glowing red eyes signal trouble where she comes from, and he might not be down from that battle high quite yet]

[onehundredbeers]

[He is immediately distracted by Kate, and yeah that glow is on.]

Yeah, it was- it was pretty awesome.

[Because it was.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva is covered in various states of gore as well, but she actually claps her hands together a bit at the display}

Ah, you're really good at this!

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan's eyes cease glowing as he focuses on Diva.]

It was pretty fucking awesome, uh, wasn't it?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Nods, then points to her own eyes}

Ne, but the eyes-thing, is that normal?

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stands there blankly.]

Huh?

[No, really, huh? What eye thing? What? Did he like somehow... bleed... from an eye... maybe???? He doesn't check though but the look of absent minded confusion is on his face even if I don't have an icon good enough to convey absent minded confusion and instead go with this one because HAHA I can. Hi.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Dero, you make me smile ♥}

...You didn't notice? Your eyes, they were just glowing.

[onehundredbeers]

[I enjoy the power of ramble! But then Nathan seizes the narration back from me to go 'oh geez, don't tell me she's crazy or high or something.']

Uh, helloooooooooooooooooooo, eyes don't glow.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But yours just were! Mine do too, but I don't think it counts, since I'm not human, though.