Conversations over a cup of coffee II : Warframe

Ergo picked up the dirty dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher. A few button presses and the machine turned on with a soft purr.

Conversations over a cup of coffee I : Warframe

“Frohd called for a no confidence vote.”

Memories : Warframe

My father did not care for the etiquette and formalities of the Corpus, he spoke what he meant and made sure that his conversation partner knew his intentions from the get go. He was honest, hard working and stood for what he believed.

Which is why the Board assassinated him.

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If I hadn't know Nef Anyo for so long I would believe that the character you see speaking to the other aristocrats is the real him. No, The Prophet of Profit is merely an act.

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When we were mere crewmen, we would often stargaze at the end of our shift, as we had little energy to do else. He would point at the sky and say "Ergo, one day, you and I will be among the stars". It's what kept us both going.

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Reaching the stars left me with a profound emptiness, perhaps that is the reason why I left the Corpus.

"I am not a magpie, you cannot win me over with trinkets."

Text: Rebbie's memoirs #2

I used to love roast meat, until that day.

   Sometimes Raven gets these moments that he just has to make some sort of grand dinner as if we deserve it. Certainly nobody can stop him and you know, I don't mind either. As long as somebody who can cook wants to cook, I'm okay with.

   I am not good with remembering occasions but I think it was a Wednesday. Old man and I just had returned from a trip deep down and Raven was already preparing something. Smelled pretty good. As always, old man had to meddle in but Raven wouldn't let him ruin the good food. What did I do? Well... The usual. I just sat by the table and tried to cause as less trouble as possible while listening to old man's blabbering about things that didn't even happen. I hate his bragging habit but that'd deserve a completely different entry.

Dinner preparations took some time and I managed to empty a cookie box by that time, luckily my appetite was just as good as before. Finally we got to the good part. I helped set the food and other supplies and we began eating. Raven's food is delicious, I guess that's the reason I learned to accept him. Haha... 

Suddenly all hell broke loose.

   You know how in movies really weird shit can happen? This was just like IN THE MOVIES.

Apparently Raven found in his portion... a dead mouse. Those who don't know, Raven is pretty crazy about everything being perfect and he checks everything before work a gazillion times and the though of something not being perfect would send him into a dramatic frenzy. I am not poetic enough to express the things that happened after the discovery.

   Of course it was an overreaction but I am not the one to talk about overreacting. After his freak out Raven did the obvious - he trashed the whole dinner and ran to the basement to get some horrible rat poison.

What happened with us? Well... we had to empty the fridge on our own. Old man stuffed his face with mayo but I continued to eat cookies.

   You know what was strange? Raven didn't manage to find any mice. I guess he just got unlucky this time. Perhaps he already bought spoiled meat? Nasty. I am never trusting merchants ever, hell knows what things they stuff into the products they sell. Absolutely awful. 

The Amazing Rebellion's memoirs

The day when Raven proposed war to all rodents. 

Text: Rebbie's memoirs

I wanted to make a 8.5 PLUS Christmas post, but due to family stuff going wrong I had to put it off, but for some reason I want to make this blog a little bit livelier, so I think I am gonna try writing a short story. I dunno what's with me, friend gave me her original story (a bit weird but I kinda liked it) so I wanna write stuff too. When I get home to my precious shitty compy I will post something decent with pictures and stuff. (Should I draw with mouse, brb experimenting. uwu;;)

Ok, this isn't going to work. : D But at least we know what this is going to be about! Rebbie. (Everyone gasps and awaits the ugly Lionel's memoirs)

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That morning I woke up completely smashed.

   I had no idea what  I had drunk, why did I drink but I know one thing - now I am in the middle of the forest, without my metal limbs. I think I can hear somebody calling my name. Sounds like old man Ralph, I hope he falls down a beartrap before finding me. I can imagine his snarky face when he finds me half dead, half sober and that makes me even more sick than before. 

   A pair of legs appears next to me, brown striped pants, white classy shoes. Oh, that is Raven. He asks me something, I open my mouth to answer but all I can do is let out a beautiful, thoughtful 'fuck'. At least it convinced him about my situation. The butler bent down and started putting back my leg, hell knows where he found it, but you can't question a cursed monster butler. At least I got my leg back. I try to sit up but it's not exactly easy without arms. Those I can't get. I try listening to Raven but apparently, as far as my dazed half brain could catch, my arms are lying somewhere, broken beyond recognition. Why? Hell knows.

Took him some while, but I got carried home. Then I had to listen to old man's annoying voice, I didn't want to pay attention, but apparently he knew, what happened yesterday.

   We had a little party and by little I mean that Ralph carried out from the basement two bottles of wine and forced it down our throats. Of course he, being the genius that he is, started bugging Raven about going to 'that basement'. Raven did what every reasonable, drunk man would do - he took us by HAND through that blasted crow forest into the castle.

   Suddenly I remember this - There were caged monsters which seemed pretty adorable at the given moment and I did what anyone would do in my place - I stuck my arms out in the cage and waved until the monster noticed me. Needless to say that's how I lost my arms. Imagine the sounds of metal grinding against some terrible beast's teeth. Pretty awful, but at least it pissed off Ralph, totally worth it.

   The ear splitting screech (no, not Ralph's screech, metal grinding against teeth screech, though old man let out some nasty sounds too...) attracted a Dragonhead. That explains the huge stitch across my stomach. According to Raven the Dragonhead sliced through me and old man like bread and stopped at him. I must question Raven's butler abilities yet again - he's got two split up corpses and he is half dead himself, but he carried us back and stitched us together. If my head didn't hurt so much I'd waste a little energy to think so I could be even more afraid of him. Ahem. Anyways.

   THAT is how we celebrated. It doesn't get more classy. As I am sitting here and scribbling this in my notebook my sickness becomes more and more noticable, I wish to write a little more since I have not yet covered old man's absolutely atrocious fashion sense in holiday time, but I must rush to the nearest toilet before yesterday's sins are all over my table. 

The Amazing Rebellion's memoirs

The day when my red coat was washed together with everyone's white socks. 

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Meh I am no good at writing. But some ideas I had in my head a long time could get written so since I can't draw that well I can at least write it out. ovo; Though most of this story was made up on the spot HAH

ATM I am inspired so I could write more of Rebbie's memoirs... He is a character I can relate personality wise (snarky asshole) soo I will have lots of fun writing him saying bad things about others. But I can also write other characters. You can always hit me up with suggestions... 

This way I can start a new tag. :D A writing tag.

Okay I'll stop writing crap and submit this before I get embarassed of my crappy writing. :'3