shabadoobie touch to [TEST DRIVE]

[hopediesalone]

HERE WE GO AGAIIIIIN

Here's a few options, ganked from the last one and still as shamelessly stolen from even earlier versions.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU
> Or make up your own

Very nice! Test Strike! FABULOUS!

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text;

[watchthis]

Messages for this phone are being held at this time. When the recipient unlocks their message box, your message will be delivered.

AT&T Wireless

text → audio;

[dualshredder]

Oh, you piece of shit.

[No one freely ignores Houston Laffy, he knows your emergency phone number. Here's hoping that bastard didn't change it..

201-355-9826

The dial tone rings.]

action;

[watchthis]

[Ken takes a pause in his writing, feeling his phone vibrate in his coat pocket, and holds everything a bit haphazardly to pull it out, looking at the number calling him... Before putting his phone right back in his jacket and continuing to write.]

action;

[dualshredder]

...He's ignoring me!




[Oh no you don't, cops can't stop him. Ken is going to answer his question even if it is purely out of disgusting nosy curiosity, not out of practical feeling.

The police stop him from entering the crime scene, 'You're not promoted here, sir' and all that other garbage.]

That's my shop, right over there! [Houston points to an establishment that isn't in fact at all his property, but they don't know that. Thanks to Ken he also knows what limits the police can be pushed...] You will unhand me!

[Marching over quickly to Ken's side, hands going around his shoulders.] Did you get my message?