Wrath (
garbagechild) wrote2024-12-07 03:20 am
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IC Contact

"... So I just talk? I start talking? .... Now? ... What's the light mean? ... Oh! HI, I'M WRATH, THIS IS MY MAIL VOICE, PLEASE LEAVE A--" BEEP.
[OOC: Want to thread with me but don't have a current post to do it on? Wanna send Wrath a private message? Wanna prank-call him in the middle of the night and then instantly regret it as he dials you back over and over and yells "Hello? HELLO?" into the mic? Pop a thread on here with the IC date and time and let's get playing!]
Delivery x2 - 12/3 and 12/8
["Cerulean! Don't know how they can stand all the water in this weather. Can't see my hand in front of my face. Bought a hat for you, hope it amuses. Vermillion not too far off, see another letter soon. Love, Joker"]
[And, sure enough, less than a week later comes another postcard and box. This time, it's from Lt Surge's Survival Camp, which features a very muscular man roasting some sort of unidentifiable meat over a campfire in the middle of the woods. The gift is small, and is a swiss army knife of some sort.]
["Mate built like a truck tried to convince me to join a survival camp sort of thing. Told me I'd do fine myself. This thing has all sorts of little tools you can use. Ask someone older how to use it right, and be careful not to put out your eye with it. Love, Joker"]
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[The only thing he knows to do with knives is murder.]
[FORTUNATELY HE HASN'T HAD ANY REASON TO MURDER ANYONE IN AWHILE...]