Munday Meme Sprung From My Mind~!

Get to know me anon or not, and as many as you like~

1. Full name? 2. Birthday? 3. Favourite food? 4. Favourite drink? 5. Favourite colour? 6. Best friends or many good friends? 7. Coke or Pepsi? 8. Taken or Single? 9. Preferred Pronouns? 10. Amusing memory? 11. Any tumblr crushes? 12. Blogger picture :3 ? 13. Leader or follower? 14. Pet peeve? 15. Sexuality? 16. Do you fit a stereotype? 17. Ever fallen for a friend? 18. Favourite song? 19. Favourite Animal? 20. Smoker? 21. Pop or Soda? 22. Favourite book/ series?? 23. Opinion on Global warming? 24. Opinion on Same sex marriage? 25. Opinion on legal marihuana? 26. Opinion on deforestation? 27. You’re now on a desert island! What three things do you take? Be realistic! 28. You are holding an infant in one hand and an old veteran in the other from a cliff, but you can save one. Which and why? 29. Fluff or Angst RPs? 30. Fanfic reader? 31. Pets? 32. Siblings? 33. Favourite film? 34. What are you doing? 35. Do you sleep often? 36. Ever had a nightmare? 37. Skype please? 38. Kik please? 39. WANNA be friends?! 40. We should talk more 41. Braces? 42. Preferred career? 43. Are you employed currently? 44. Do you receive pocket money? 45. Bank card? (Any) 46. Do you like iPhone? 47. Rock or hiphop? 48. Heavy shipper or few small ships? 49. Do you love your family? 50. Do I like your blog?

And extra depth: 51. Will we destroy our forests? 52. Will we ever find a renewable, efficient fuel? 53. Optimist, or pessimistic? 54. Malthus’ theory or Boserup’s theory on food relative to population? 55. Are we doomed to drive ourselves to extinction? 56. What will eliminate humans? Disease or war? 57. Are we alone in the universe? 58. Zombie apocalypse time, do you think the evil in humanity will be shown even in children? 59. Could you kill and why? 60. Have you ever wanted to cause a great harm to someone, or felt in the power to end their life in an action? EG in front of you on a cliff?

“Oi carn’t ‘elp it” Pudge said, desperately stumbling backward. Sure, he was immortal, and the most dangerous thing in a thousand miles, but that wasn’t to say getting stabbed didn’t hurt. The last thing he remembered was trying to clear The Library of Karnak, deep in the south of the Hazhadal Barrens. Next thing he knew, he was here, with a desperately furious child next to him. Something had gone deeply wrong...

Staring at the small Keen’s ‘arm’ keeping him facing the Keen, Pudge shrugged mentally, and slashed through the stitches keeping that arm attached to his body. As the blood began to pump from the stump of his arm, Pudge raised an eyebrow at the small Keen, deliberately taking a large bite from the mango in his hand as he did so

The sight of the dismembered arm catches Rizzrack off guard, and he can’t help but let out an appalled yelp. In response the suit drops the limb onto the ground, and if it could, it’d shake off whatever bodily fluids happened to have dripped on its metal fingers. Gross.

Returning his attention back to Pudge, the small-Keen gasps an offended sound as he watches his precious mango fall to pieces by jagged teeth. He bites his lip and inhales sharply, FURIOUS.

“Ahem. Do you want to have a problem with me? Do you?”

“I’ve ‘ad a problem wi’ you fer years” Pudge chuckled, a oddly difficult thing through a mouthful of half-masticated mango. Picking up his arm with a grace that seemed at odds with the shambling, terrifying creature that the Butcher undoubtedly was, he began sewing the arm back on, holding a line of needles in his mouth, passing over a powerful disinfectant when he was done. “Yer insanity’s too loud fer me likes” Pudge said with a grin

For Rizzrack, it never occured to the small-keen just how well-known he is across most parts. Years went with him unaware of how word goes about when he’s in town, and how residents grow annoyed at  having to burn tons of wood just so prices wouldn’t drop to such ridiculously low levels. Of course that’s never been the only problem either.

Rizzrack huffs and pouts, not quite pleased with Pudge’s remark (even less pleased at the loss of a mango) and he ensures his last remaining mango is tucked away deep in his suit where it won’t be snatched away as easily.

“Really now, that’s it? Well at least I’ve only got one noise complaint. You on the other hand, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of odor complaints.”

“Odor?” Pudge said with a hurt look on his face “I spent years working out ‘ow ter weaponise a smell” He said with a wide smile. “It also ‘elps keep me cutlery polished” He said with a grin, handing the small Keen the disinfectant, gesturing for him to use it on the blood on the suit. “Sides” He said, idly beginnning to sharpen his hook, occaisionally swinging the hook, listening to the whistling as it grew sharper and sharper, cutting the air perfectly, “I don’ ‘ang around people enough ter get complaints. See, I KNOW I’m a monster from their nightmares. Seems like ye’ve still got ter learn that” He said, a almost pitying look on his face

Rizzrack grimaces as he holds out the bottle away from his body. He inspects it first, then reluctantly grabs a rag to soak some of the solution in before he begins to buff out the body fluids. Listening to the butcher, he’s quick to get offended. “Learn what? That I’m a monster? Puhlease.” He seals the bottle and tosses it haphazardly back to Pudge. “I’m the one who keeps the real monsters as nothing more than nightmares. And what do youuu do? Hmm? Roam around as some roadside attraction? I’d pay a good sum to NOT see you.”

It’s obvious the keen is still bitter over the loss of a mango.

“Ye wander about wi’ enough blades ter destroy a horde” Pudge said affably “Y’destroy forests, th’ life blood o’ quite a number o’ villages in these parts, screaming about ‘ow th’ trees are out ter get ye” he snorted, a not-inconsiderable amount of venom in his voice. “Ter th’ folk ‘round these parts, yer more a monster than me. Me, oi kill a few o’ them if’n they go ter the mountains an’ oi’m ahungered, but ye? Ye destroy entire TOWNS wi’ yer shortsoightedness.” He said with a shrug

“Certainly, y’kill a few other monsters as well, an’ y’probably terrify enough o’ the monsters ‘ere that were they not bound by one of another o’ the Ancients, they’d flee back ter their burrows or nests” He continued “Me?” He asked, a massive, tombstone grin appearing like magic on his face “Oi ‘unt’s humans, smallkeen, dryads an’ any as gets in me way” he said with a loud laugh. “Oi keeps meself ter meself” he said, a uncharacteristic bitterness in his voice “Th’ people ‘ere only needs ter remember that monsters exist, they don’t need ter see ‘em, somethin’ ye en’t quoite grasped yet” He said with a another massive grin

Ive been told we’re the farmers, after all we got fucking Wales over here (I’ve just heard of us being the farmers.)

Apparently I’m a self satisfied hippy.

(( I’m either a wildling, or in an area where nobody lives... Goddamn, my early childhood makes so much more sense. ))

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