fourteenth rune; frost; video

[respired]

[ HEY HE'S IN HIS DUMB LITTLE CABIN OUT BY HIS TRANQUIL LAKE; IT'S LOVELY, IT'S COVERED IN DUST; THERE ARE BOTTLES OF VODKA EVERYWHERE ]

Are any of you people even still alive?

[ He lifts a dusty bottle. ]

Come take one of these, if so. Congratulate yourself on surviving the apocalypse. We are -- [ he drinks deeply; it is possible he has been doing this for a while. for six years ] -- as gods. Or roaches, perhaps.

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[sadsack]

[ NO. goddammit. Bariyan had immediately legged it for the dark side of the moon but someone's big long fucking legs are faster than his.

He growls as he's yanked back and immediately draws his shoulders together, as if trying to curl up into himself. ]

I would rather not.

[respired]

Why? People are waiting for you.

[ A person. ]

[sadsack]

They've been waiting, uh-- [ Bariyan counts off on his fingers. ] --six years, they can wait some more. And the island looks like quite the party these days. I'm not a fan of parties.