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[drinkuntilidie]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired and absolutely miserable right now.]

Find a gun, come to my room, put it against my head, and pull the trigger. I'd apprecia-[Hang on, he's emptying out his stomach again.]

Appreciate it.

Comments

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Room 2009 in the barracks. Unless the redhead outside let's you in though you ain't getting in.

[dominateartimus]

Then that might pose a bit of a problem.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Thought it might.

[dominateartimus]

Any other ideas on how to get in?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Fly? Hell if I know.

[dominateartimus]

If you're talking about flying through a wall, forget it.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Well damn, that would have been pretty entertai-[URP]

[dominateartimus]

I might have another way in, but I don't know if it'll work.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Give him a second, he's still seeing what he had for lunch today.]

Might as well give it a shot.

[He doesn't have the energy to be witty anymore.]

[dominateartimus]

Alright then. If I don't show up, then I ran in to an issue.