the embers of a fire's gone out

askthegooddoctor:

madscienceoverlord replied to your post: Tom! Tom Tom Tom Tom can you get a dog? Wouldn’t Rock and Joe and the lovely young woman just LOVE a dog? Tom! Tom, can you get a dog? Please? It would be deLIGHTful! Please? Tom!

… is she RUSHing you about that dog?

I admit, I do feel a little RUSHed about it.

Is this a pun?

I don’t understand.

I’m sensing a pun here but I don’t understand it! Thomas, is this some obscure technical term I don’t know? You know you’re not allowed to use them!

askthegooddoctor:

asktheguyinthezerape:

Thirteen dissidents neutralized. 

Not a single one of them stood up, you know. I actually handed one a piece of rebar and asked him to hit me.

“Come on,” I said, “crack me across the face. It’s not that strong. You can probably break the visor.”

He just stood there, staring at me, shaking.

“Look,” I said, and I folded the thing into his hand (he didn’t run, either), “if you can hit me, just once, I’ll let you go. As hard as you can.” 

And nope, he just stood there. Dropped the thing as soon as I let go. I screamed at him. I begged him. I ran at him. Didn’t even try, just screamed back and scrambled into the corner.

Like a rat. 

Thirteen, today. It’s not even fair to call them “dissidents.” They kinda spraypaint things, sometimes they chant in the streets or sing stupid songs but it’s all the same. Second a patrol shows up—hell, even fucking mettaurs, fucking bubble bats, a three year old could take out a bubble bat—and that’s it. They either run, or they scream, or they just stand there crying and then they die. 

They’ve been taught all their lives to be that way. They know nothing else. They don’t understand resistance, or rebellion, or what it means to fight… Albert’s kept them coddled and safe since they were born, and everything that could teach them what to do is kept out.

That’s why they need a leader. Someone to show them how to fight. Someone to stand up first. The rest will follow.

…At least, I used to think that last part, before…

But something has to be able to wake them up. They just can’t do it alone.

Killing them, though, just pushes them back into Albert’s arms, back into the safety he lies about. It won’t teach them. It won’t do anything.

Please, God, you’re breaking them more and more…

Tom’s right. The city is deplorable - Albert’s voice drones on and on constantly. You can’t escape it. To grow up like that, to live like that.

Their weakness isn’t their faults!

askdrunkjoe:

now

some folks are the kind not to let a single thing go to waste

friend doesn’t follow you well, use him to make things go your way anyway

girl doesn’t follow you, kill her, make her death a thing to make it keep going your way

kid blows up your shit, you knew it was coming, turn it into a way to turn them into sheep

kid’s corpse is on your lawn, well, that’d be a shame to let it go

besides

you think it’s funny

don’t you 

just as funny as what you did to her

and what you did to tom

and what you did to the whole damn city

great big metaphor, isn’t it? that’s just how you ride. 

twist it around and kill all pride tell us to forget what it is to be alive

fill us up with steel so we can’t live without it

make us forget

make us dream your dreams in your wheels

but the wheels are a meat grinder and we’re just that to you

meat

Good God, but isn’t this the truth. This is right. All of this is right.

I’m sorry you had you get hurt in the process, Joe. I’m so sorry for what he did to you.

askdrunkjoe:

falls usually break the legs first. bones.

then the spine.

then the ribs.

arms are usually cool.

then the neck.

usually what happens is that the force of the blow liquefies your organs if it’s from enough of a height.

and the inside of your skull. 

but here’s the thing

unlike say a car wreck the body’s usually still in one piece, unless you hit something on the way down. unlike burning to death or dying from an explosion, it’s all still there. damaged and fucked up, missing some parts…

and here’s the funny thing: those robot heads, if you hollow ‘em out and put ‘em on? they protect you as well as any motorcycle helmet. better, even. and what those are made to do is, well, keep your brain safe. keep it from being turned to slush or cracked open when you hit somethin hard enough. i mean you’ll get some injuries but most of that meat? it’ll be fine, even as your liver gets impacted into your damn stomach and it all turns back into a mush of carbon and water and shit. 

Oh… oh god, Joe.

I…

Wily’s Study, 7:35 PM

We’re having a proper dinner tonight

askthegirlinthebar:

Everyone is washing their hands

and sitting at this table I spent so much time fixing and setting up

and we are all eating this dinner of food I have made.

From plates.

With forks.

Regardless of metal insides.

Are we all clear?

That sounds absolutely precious!

Thomas, you better wear your nice shirt.

I will be with you all in spirit, even though I don’t eat!

askladywily asked: A joke?!?! Why, I ought to---- .... Hm. Perhaps you're right. And if it is a joke, it is a badly told one.

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Dear Andrea,

That sounds right. A pity.

Lukewarm Regards,

Emily