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    1. Darion


      Is all you post is Music?

    2. Honeybee


      What else would I post, weaboo?

  2. Gaylaxy

    • Gaylaxy
    • Honeybee

    Hey Cutey

  3. Honeybee

    • Honeybee
    • MR Pussywhipped


  4. Honeybee

    The Brokers

    -The transmission whistles to life, a hissing static filling the airwaves. A voice filters through.- "Rabbits. 'Slave' is terribly harsh, isn't it? Try not to die." -The speech ends as abruptly as it began.-

    1. Darion


      Trash ❤️


    2. Honeybee



    3. Darion


      HUE HUE fight me half a human

    4. Honeybee


      I fucking will

  6. Honeybee

    Page 9

    i'm gettin me mallet
  7. Honeybee

    Old Man Frequency (Open freq)

    - The boy turns his old mask over in his hands, gazing at the chipped, painted-on grin. He sits upright as his radio buzzes to life -- the line buzzes to life with a shrill hiss before his voice filters through his own radio's static. - I don't see any of us living to a better tomorrow, Old Man Jenkins. I'd bet both my eyes this is the last of us -- humanity has run its course. Still, I dig your philosophy. May as well make our last days more comfortable. Hell, I know I'm only still kicking for the fun of it. Last of the Gremlins, and all that shit. Try not to die too soon. - The sharp whine returns, before abruptly ending with a click. Avery tucks his mask back into his bag, before slinking out of the house. -
  8. Honeybee

    Embla's sketchbook

    It must be done.
  9. Honeybee

    Embla's sketchbook

    Avery's gonna draw dicks over every one of them.
  10. Honeybee


    you called? i'll get my battleaxe ready
  11. Honeybee

    • Honeybee
    • MRS Bradtica


    1. MRS Bradtica

      MRS Bradtica

      EXCUISE ME. You're an ew. 

    2. Honeybee


      :< oh...

  12. Honeybee

    The Blueberries are in town. (88.7)

    *The boy sets his mask in his lap, turning his gaze to his buzzing radio. He picks it up, pressing the transmit button down.* "Didn't we already kick you pussyboys out? Looks like the Gremlins and pals are going to have to bend you over a second time! Brackett sends his regards." *The transmission ends in static.*
  13. Honeybee


    helmet gang gang
  14. Honeybee

    To The Damned

    *The boy fiddles with his old mask; halved by the impact of a wrench so many months ago. His eyes widen at the familiar voice crackling over his battered radio; he sets his mask aside and grasps for the device.* "No fucking way, you're still - I'll see you in hell, you beautiful bastards. Won't be the same without the family - you're the first of them I've heard from. We'd had our disagreements, and done our share of fucked up shit, but I'd fucking die for any one of you. I hope you and Alex manage to keep that peaceful life. You both deserve it, even if you're both murderous nutjobs. Maybe, if we all find each other again, we'll stop by and throw a party at your place. Can't say no to old friends, after all. Merry Christmas." *A grin tugged against the boy's mutilated face before placing the radio back down. He squints out through the wrecked blinds of the house he's decided to squat in, the snow outlining a shambling figure crossing the street. Avery reaches for his sword.*
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