Curative
She had to be smart and quick on her feet. Neither one was holding back now, both driven by hurt and anger. At themselves, at each other, at the world; anything they could think of. Between them, they had been beaten, tortured, forced to kill others, and feared for their lives every day. That frustration and helplessness manifested into a white-hot rage.
Merle was larger than her, slower, but strong. Laura was considerably smaller, but agile as well as strong. They were evenly matched, relying more on their timing and combat ability. The only advantage to be had was Laura's; she knew a bit more about the benefits of her condition than he did.
Another problem Laura was keenly aware of is Merle had a gun and a sword, while Laura only had her gauntlets as a weapon. She chastised herself for not coming more prepared, but she was in such a rush she didn't think.
She was trying not to think right now as well. React, strike, defend; pay attention to his footing. The more she focused the more frustrated and enraged Merle became.
"Are you gonna' fight or are you just gonna' keep running!" Merle growled. The knife duct-taped to his metal arm thrust straight for her, as she ducked to the side it pierced the cracked window of the hatchback behind her. The tempered glass exploded into small shards with a loud pop.
Laura was furious, blinded by a deep sense of revenge and the need for violence to satiate it. He goaded her into the fight, he wanted to fight something. They had a lot they survived and both shared personal wounds they needed help to work through. Unfortunately for them both, they only had each other right now. Perhaps the worst possible pairing for healing.
Evidenced by the hard swing Merle took towards Laura. She turned to the side, barely missing her shoulder. Laura returned the strike by curling her fingers and slicing towards his chest. His shirt got caught, shredding small cuts into the loose material. Once he felt his shirt pulled by her claws he took a step back to avoid being cut further.
Laura took her chance to strike again. She kicked up dirt as she charged forward, lunging towards Merle with a few quick swipes. They weren't hard to dodge, almost like she was allowing them to narrowly miss. He still had to move out of the way, but even he noticed how easy it was.
"Ain't feeling up to it, huh? You scared of hurtin' your old friend Merle?" He mocked her as he held his arms out to the side. "Or maybe you know I'm right and you're just too chicken shit to admit it."
She snarled at him, "Admit what?" Her tone was incredulous. She was trying to find another angle to attack while staring him down.
Merle's back was to the abandoned buildings, but her eyes were focused sharply on any openings she could find. "Admit you liked it. Come on, lemme' hear it! You couldn't wait to get on your back-"
Laura ran at him as fast as she could with such a short distance between them. She jumped at him, her clawed hands reaching out to sink into his skin. Only Merle had intentionally riled her up for the lunge and was quick to step out of the way.
This led her straight into the post behind Merle that Michonne was tied to. To stop her lunge she tried to grab the post before colliding. Her claws dug into the old wood as Michonne moved away to avoid her.
Merle's one hand grabbed Laura by the back of her shirt, yanking her towards him. Taken off her feet Laura was dragged backward and thrown to the ground in front of Merle. Her lunge was a significant failure and landed her in a worse spot.
Attacking rashly would only get her hurt, Merle was a skilled fighter and wasn't about to be taken out by a reckless jump. Laura quickly moved away the second she hit the ground, putting more distance between them. She had to think through this, she had to be better.
Merle wasn't trying to kill her otherwise he would've brought his gun out. The fight was still between two companions looking to stop the other. Though Merle was looking to taunt her into attacking again as it would make the fight easier for him.
"They cut you up in there, slicin' you bit by bit. They took you apart, left you scarred up. Look like some kid's toy that they stitched back together." Merle's bladed arm pointed towards her, "Can't imagine how my brother gets it up lookin' at a human jigsaw. Ugliest bitch I ever did see." His smirk, his tone, and his posture told her he was just waiting for another blind attack.
Laura knew that was a mistake and instead ducked behind the hatchback beside them. She needed to look around her, find terrain she could use against him. Anything to give her an upper hand on an opponent bigger than her.
When she hid from him, Merle laughed. "Aw, was it somethin' I said?" He couldn't round the car without risking her striking first.
Laura knew that if she charged Merle, she had fake him out. His metal arm was a significant threat to any attacks from head-on. To make this possible, she had to do more than just swipe at him.
Looking up, Laura spotted the case atop the hatchback, it was certainly large enough. She steeled herself before vaulting on top of the car, the noise caught Merle's attention immediately. Laura placed her hands on the car roof, turned around, and used the strength in her legs to kick the luggage straight into Merle.
Merle was forced to the side as Laura jumped off the car roof and skirted behind him. He had taken his eyes off her for only a second, but he knew she was behind him. She kept to his right side as she swiped at his right side, this time it hit.
He jumped forward, reaching his hand around to touch the bleeding wound. Laura held back enough not to cause severe damage, but Merle didn't care. She had struck him because he was too busy taunting her to watch what she was doing.
His grin turned into a scowl as he raised his bladed arm. Merle didn't want to kill her and Laura didn't want to kill him. Yet this fight was about to quickly spiral out of control.
Merle lunged first, the metal arm jabbing towards Laura. She couldn't stop the blade, but she could stop the arm. She ducked under the thrust and uppercut his elbow causing his attack to falter. It gave her enough time to come back up with another swipe. This time the claws shredded the front of his shirt, leaving bloody cuts up his torso.
Instead of trying a new approach, Merle just reversed his previous strike to take her by surprise. His elbow connected to the side of her face then followed up with a much harder punch to her stomach. His metal arm leveraged behind her head, holding her in place for another hit and another.
To stop him, she curled her fingers and jabbed his fist as it came back for another hit. The claws sank deep into his hand, followed by Laura's building rage driving her swipe a rather violent strike to his face. He barely managed to see the hand in time to pull back. The very tips of her claws cut over the edge of his jaw leaving thin lines behind.
Merle backed away, his hand coming up to check the small blood spot. Had he not moved that strike could have been a serious wound. His realization escalated the fight with him pulling his bladed arm back and straight to head.
Laura dropped to the ground desperate to avoid it. That was a kill shot, not even an attempt to hide it. Laura reacted by reaching out for his leg, stabbing her claws through his pants leg and pulling. It pulled him off his feet and he fell on his ass hard.
Continuing the assault, Laura pushed herself on top of Merle. With a closed fist, she hit him only once before she felt his knife stab into her side. "Ah!" Laura cried out, stunned by the sudden pain. Merle's blade just barely had the angle to pierce. Laura tried to reach for his arm, but the metal protected him from her claws.
He pushed hard, sinking the blade in deeper and pushing her off of him. Withdrawing the knife, he brought it back for another stab. Laura rolled to the side, hearing the blade stab the ground behind her. She didn't get far fast enough as Merle grabbed her by her waistband.
Dragging her back towards him, he tried a more direct stab into her chest. Laura grabbed the blunt end of his metal arm, hoping to stop it in time. The blade hovered over her chest, her eyes glancing between Merle and the knife. She had to do something before he put all his weight behind it.
Taking a chance, one of Laura's hands let go of his arm and backhanded him. The force of the hit was enough, her gamble paid off as he relented. One hand still holding his arm she lifted herself up just enough to return the elbow to the face. It hit him on the side of his head, not as effective but it allowed her to free herself from him.
Laura slipped out from under him, her claws scraping on the ground. She felt a greater urgency to the fight. They had been throwing fists, definitely fighting but she had swiped at his face claws out and he just stabbed her in the side. The fight was no longer two people brawling.
"That's enough." Laura's hand pressed against the new wound. She grunted in pain, peeling her hand back from the wound to see her black blood on her palm. "That's... enough." Shaking her head she stood up, she had to stop the fight.
"The hell it is." Merle lunged for her while she was still reeling from the previous stab. His knife sank into her back causing her to cry out. "You picked this fight, you came for my head. We're gonna' settle this." Merle wrapped his left arm around her to hold her to him. He pulled the knife out and sank it right back in the same spot.
Laura reached behind her head claws out and embedded them in whatever flesh she could. She heard him hiss behind her and she pulled. Whatever she grabbed it caused Merle to pull away from her.
She turned on point, swiping mostly to keep him away. Laura was angry for certain, yet she didn't want to progress the fight anymore. She had already made one swipe that could've torn up his face if he hadn't reacted quickly. It was her doing, she knew it, but she struggled to keep it down.
That boiling water still had a lid on it just barely. The more Laura tried to keep herself contained the harder it became to fight Merle at all.
"Your problem is you know it's all true!" Merle spat at her, keeping enough distance so she couldn't reach him. He could see she was holding back and he wanted her to come at him full force. "You got your ass dragged back to that prison and you thought shit was gonna' go to plan. You were gonna' climb right back into bed with 'em like they'd just take you in no questions asked."
Laura rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Of course they asked questions. I'm blue, Merle! I look-"
"Like a biter. 'Cause that's what you are. You're an 'it,' a 'thing,' not a person. Philip was right about ya' all along. Used to get on my case talkin' to you like talkin' to a person." Merle smirked, still ready for an attack. "You act like you ain't thinking 'bout eating all those bastards at the prison. I saw that bite on my brother, right near his neck. I figured y'all were just into some freaky shit; now I'm thinkin' 'bout those men in Woodbury."
Shaking her head, Laura took a step back. "It wasn't like that. It was an accident."
"You used to bite all those men that fucked you, all 'em that would hold you down. Y'know, I used to feel sorry for you. Thinkin' those boys taking this woman by force, making her do all sorts of shit; that ain't right." Merle didn't approach her, but he did take a step to the side trying to round her. "But you're not anything, huh? You're some biter they could take their turns with. I don't blame my brother for takin' his turn."
"It wasn't like that." Laura denied him, beginning to withdraw. "We just- It was fine. He didn't do anything to me."
Merle stopped between her and the sedan, a widening grin on his face. "Ya' really think you had a choice in it? What'd he tell you? Only if you wanted it, only if you want to? Fancy words to convince you not to fight back. Makes it easier to explain to bleedin' hearts like Rick."
Laura's eyes met his, his smug expression sinking in. "It wouldn't do any good if he came back all clawed and bit. He'd have a lot of questions to answer. All he had to do is tell you, what? He liked you? Maybe even loved you. And you're so damn desperate to think anyone would give a shit about you that ya' went along with it."
"I- we love each other. Whatever we do together is-"
"Lyin' to yourself ain't hurting me, I'm not the one so ready to lay down and take it. You lie all you want, I'm just tellin' you how it is." Merle shrugged and took a step forward with each sinking word. "If you'd told him no, he would've held you down anyways. You knew it, so you bit him like all those boys before."
Laura snarled and with a cry, she swung around with her claws out as hard as she could muster. Merle jumped back to dodge it, but it was immediately followed by more frantic swipes at gut level. These were meant to cause irreversible damage.
Enraged and wounded, Laura struck in a blind rage. Her claws hit nothing but air before screeching against the metal of the black sedan. Merle dodged to the side, raising his leg up hard to put all his force behind a solid kick to her side.
The strength kicked her away a few feet, but it wasn't even close to slowing down an enraged Laura. She spun around, back on her feet in one swift twist. She charged at Merle, but to throw him off she jumped onto the truck of the car. Using the leverage from the edge of the car, she jumped onto Merle. Her claws dug into him, her feet braced against his body to hold her up.
Merle lifted his metal arm to protect his head from her claws, her speed and ferocity quickly overcame his size. Holding herself up with one hand she used the other to stab him with her claws. He couldn't defend himself like this, now he had to be the one creating distance.
Taking the jabs with her claws, he pushed against her stomach to shove her off. But as he pushed, she gripped harder and the claws sank deeper. Merle gritted his teeth, fighting through the sharp pain. Changing plans, he swung their unbalanced weight into the sedan hoping to use it to weaken her hold.
The hit to her side did weaken her grip, giving him enough time to shove her off. Laura fell straight back on the ground, but she didn't sit still for a second. Instantly she was back on her feet and jumping away as he tried to kick her on the ground.
Laura circled him searching for her opening and Merle kept turning with her.
"You know that you gotta'. Don't matter what they say, they know what you are. You're dead, worth only what you can give 'em. They don't give a shit what you want, how you feel about them." Merle held his bladed arm up, showing her any lunge now would be met with a knife. "Daryl woulda' fucked you raw no matter what you said. He doesn't care about ya', Rick neither. That's why ya' bit him, that's why you're so pissed off 'cause you know I'm tellin' the truth and you don't wanna' hear it."
Once more, Laura dove for him claws out. As Merle thrust his blade forward to meet her, Laura dropped to the ground making his counter miss completely. She coiled herself tight before jumping around behind him, her claws lifting her onto his back.
Laura was going a bit off the deep end with this fight. Driven by rage and blind to who she was fighting, Laura started to drag her claws embedded in his flesh towards her.
Merle barely managed to grab onto her shirt with his one hand, tugging the material away in hopes to free himself from her. She was getting to him more and more, her fighting emulating that of a cornered animal. Fast, blind, and vicious.
Her shirt began to tear as he pulled, he could hear the material seams popping. It wasn't enough, he needed something more. Escalating the fight even further, Merle reached into his waistband and withdrew his pistol. Laura was tearing him apart and he was ready to give back.
Raising the gun to aim behind his head, Laura spotted the weapon. Alarmed, she immediately let go and dropped. She kept her eyes on the weapon, running away from his aim. Laura ducked behind the sedan as she heard the first bullet ricochet off the metal chassis.
Laura couldn't fight him head-on with a gun, the risk wasn't worth it. She had to lose him or get him in a position the gun wouldn't protect him. Laura bolted from the car towards the edge of the abandoned apartments. It was maybe twenty feet away and gave her plenty of cover.
She heard another shot behind her, but nothing hit her. When she passed the corner of the building she knew breaking line of sight was only the first part. Soon enough Merle would have to either come to find her or use this to ambush her too.
The woods around them had a few walkers now heading their way, the gunshots having attracted their attention. Laura ignored it knowing the only person at risk here was Merle...
And Michonne. Laura paused having forgotten a third person was watching them fight... And hearing everything. She came here to bring Michonne back, not let her get eaten by walkers.
Laura looked up to the building beside her and realized her best position was above her. She used her claws to hold onto the gutter, lifting herself onto the roof easily. She kept low, crawling up to the peak of the roof to peer over it.
She could see between the two cars but didn't see Merle. In the distance, she could see walkers beginning to cross the road. It didn't matter much were Merle was if all those walkers reached them. But Laura wanted to fight him, to cut him down to size.
Her purpose here was to help Michonne and morphed into cutting Merle apart. She wasn't thinking about him or what he said, she was thinking about the pain she felt. And this searing doubt that began to sprout in her head. Her fears and insecurities realized, spat back in her face without mercy.
Laura crouched down to near the edge of the roof and saw Merle holding his gun towards the road. In one swift move, Laura grabbed the edge of the roof and swung herself right over the edge. Merle heard it, but couldn't react in time before Laura's legs were swung with incredible force to the center of his chest.
Merle was thrown backward, his back hitting the glass window into the apartment. The gun went off, hitting Laura in the arm causing her to recoil. Michonne was quick to tuck herself out of the way doing what she could to avoid the brunt of the fight. The walkers were getting closer though, she needed them to sort themselves out fast.
He felt the glass cut into him, his hand bloody with shards of glass embedded. Laura dropped from the roof edge, her shoes crunching the glass below. She pressed her fingers together tightly creating a single sharp point with her hand and stabbed it into Merle's ribs.
"Fuck!" Merle swung his metal arm back and Laura leaned away from the sloppy attack easily. Her claws withdrew, dodged another one of Merle's swings, and her claws sunk right back into his stomach. He wasn't fast enough for her, he didn't have the agility to match her.
But he did have his size and right now he needed that. Rising from the windowpane, Merle used his body size and weight to cover Laura under him. His arms over hers, his towering frame causing Laura to bend backward making her unable to gain balance.
He lifted her up, still holding onto her arms and body, then threw her as hard as he could into the broken window. Her head hit the window frame, dazing her for a moment as Merle raised his pistol to pop a few walkers that wandered too close.
Michonne was thankful, but there were more coming and Merle was returning to Laura. She watched Merle climb through the window as he put the gun back in his belt, he unsheathed Michonne's sword.
Laura began to stand up only to feel Merle's metal arm hit her neck and slam her into the wall. With significant force, he pressed Laura into the wall and began to lift her up. Laura reached forward, her claws leaving deep cuts everywhere she grabbed at.
Merle took it, sweating and lining up the sword. He held it sideways, angled in down, and with all the strength he could muster he sank it just below Laura's sternum. Laura let out a pained cry as he let go and backed away. He watched as her body weight rested on the sword stuck through her and into the drywall behind her.
With a sickening cough, Laura tried to reach for the hilt of the sword. Merle took out a knife, grabbed one of her hands, twisted it, and stuck the knife through her forearm so she couldn't turn her arm around.
Satisfied she was thoroughly stuck, Merle left her in the abandoned apartment hanging on the wall. He climbed back through the window, wincing as the glass in his wounds stuck deeper. He saw the walkers nearing Michonne and made his way over.
Laura felt nothing but pain, her vision red with rage. With one hand stuck to the wall, she had to attempt to free herself with her other. Her hand gripped the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out. Shocks of pain shot through her and she barely managed to move it half an inch before the pain caused her grip to loosen.
She gasped, a harsh growl emitting from her chest. That rage and hunger began to flare, driving her to fight and hunt. She had to get free, she had to find Merle, and she had to tear him apart.
Bracing her feet against the wall, she gripped the handle again. Screwing her eyes shut, she pulled as hard as she could. The blade of the sword was wet with black blood making a sickly sound as it began to slowly pull out of her chest.
The hilt was now too far away to pull, she had no force on it anymore. Laura looked down to see her blood dripping all over her and the floor, she was a mess. Bracing herself, she took hold of the blade itself. The sharp edge cut in between the metal gauntlets, slicing into the palm of her hand.
But it worked, the blade fell free and clanged onto the floor. Her body fell with it, the sudden force twisted her arm and dislodged the knife in her forearm. Laura was finally free and now even more armed than before. Taking the sword in one hand and the knife in the arm it was stuck in before, she went after Merle.
Laura's shoes crunched the glass on the window frame, balancing on the edge as she looked for Merle. Her eyes sharp with murderous intent. Michonne was still beside her and surprised to see her come out, having believed Merle had killed her.
Not too far ahead, Merle was fending off a walker with others dead at his feet. He had to handle them before they could move on which luckily trapped him there with her.
Dropping from the window, Laura brandished her new weapons. Merle stabbed the walker in the head, only turning in time to see Laura angle the sword dripping with blackened blood at him. The thick liquid splattered off the sword as Merle stumbled backward to avoid it.
He watched her turn around for another swing of Michonne's sword. She held nothing back, one wrong move and Merle would be cut in half.
Merle went to reach for his gun again, only for Laura to aim the sword towards the handle and thrust the blade towards it to stop him. He wasn't able to get close to her and he couldn't draw his gun; it wasn't looking good for Merle.
She swung again and again, only missing by inches each time. Merle was growing tired, he couldn't keep it up forever. While he was out of breath and sweating, Laura felt nothing but white-hot rage fueled by the pain of her wounds.
"Hey!" Michonne called out, struggling against a couple walkers heading her way. She kicked one away, but she was defenseless. Laura spun around to see Michonne fighting and Laura was forced to redirect her attention from Merle.
Racing towards Michonne, Laura thrust the sword into one walker's skull. The next she dropped by cutting off the arm that reached for Michonne before angling the sword to cut the walker's head in half. While she did that, Merle took his chance.
He grabbed her, yanked her back, and drove his bladed arm into her back. She was bent backward, coughing up more blood as she saw him. He looked exhausted and pissed off as he drew the blade out and aimed it straight for her head.
Laura couldn't get the sword up to stop him, so she flipped the knife in her hand and stabbed it into his collarbone. He dropped her and Laura released the knife as she regained herself. She brought her hand up to wipe some of the blood from her face, watching Merle reeling from the stab.
"Shit!" Merle pulled the knife out with great effort, gripping it in his hand. "Can't imagine what the hell my brother's thinking. I don't think I could bring myself to fuck you all scarred up and, how many men been inside you? Ten? Twenty?"
Merle was panting, his chest rising and falling hard. He turned his head to spit out blood, holding the knife up as he prepared for the next attack. "You deserve to be used up. Fuckin' biter is all you are, a biter that thinks it's alive, that it matters to anyone. Only one here can't accept it is you."
Laura gripped the sword in both hands as they circled each other. She knew she was about to win this fight, Merle was weakened and exhausted. He didn't have enough in him to keep fighting.
"You ain't shit here, you ain't shit to my brother, to that cop. All those other bastards got the right idea, askin' why they even let you in. When my brother's done usin' you up and they get tired of you, they'll throw you out like the trash you are."
Laura wasn't even really listening anymore. Merle's remarks fell on deaf ears as Laura stalked towards him. She didn't lunge, charge, or dodge; she just walked towards him.
Seeing his opening, Merle stuck the knife into her ribs... but it didn't stop Laura. He pulled the knife out and stabbed again, using his bladed arm to stab under her opposite side.
But Laura just stood there, glaring with hate radiating from her. She drew back her hand and punched him in the jaw. In his exhaustion, Merle fell like a sack of bricks, the fall knocking the wind out of him.
Laura stood over him, expressionless, before dropping to straddle his torso. One hand gripped his neck as he made another much weaker attempt to stab her, the knife didn't reach Laura's head. It sank just between her shoulder blades.
Drawing back, Laura hit him again. She drew back and hit him again. Switching hands, she drew back and her metal fists kept connecting to his jaw.
She was angry, so violently angry. She wanted him to feel how badly it hurt, how terrible she felt hearing all the things he said, and all the things that were done to her. Woodbury was her hell, those people torturing her deserved anything she gave them.
And Merle was one of them. Spouting hateful things that cut deep, her trauma she was working so hard to heal from reopened and raw. Everything hurt, from her body to her brain. All she could think was pain, listening to Merle and Philip, being strapped to the chair, learning that Rick and Daryl were giving Michonne up to be tortured too just to save themselves.
Laura wanted to hurt them all, she wanted them to know. The longer she went the more she realized they had no idea how she felt, the reality she lived. If they had understood they wouldn't have tried to subject Michonne to it. They were guilty, Philip was guilty, and Merle had blurred the lines between them all.
The larger man was bloody and beaten into the ground. He didn't have the fight left in him to resist her. Her strength, her lack of fatigue, and her fiery rage overwhelmed him. She hit him again and again, but he was already too dazed for it to matter.
"Laura?"
Her head shot up, turning to find the source. She was immediately shocked to see Daryl standing nearby, his crossbow in his hands. She had no reaction to him, but she knew this didn't look good. As it was though, Laura could not care less about how it looked.
Laura looked back down and felt Merle's hand weakly grab her arm. She had beaten him into the ground excessively. The fight didn't call for his death, they didn't even need to fight. With significant willpower, Laura shoved him back into the asphalt.
With a deep breath, Laura stood from Merle and stepped away allowing Daryl to approach. Her eyes fixed on him as he watched her. Something was wrong and he didn't understand what. "Are you alright?" Daryl's voice was quiet as he looked over her. It was fairly clear she was not alright.
Daryl looked over her, seeing wounds and blood pouring from her. He looked concerned and as he reached out for her for comfort, Laura recoiled as if he was about to strike her and shoved his hand away. It surprised him, her anger and rejection of touch was unusual.
"You should go check on your brother." Laura did not respond to his question, only staring him down with a stoic expression. Though Daryl wanted to know what happened, he had to see to his brother who was laying bloody on the ground. One problem at a time. When they back at the prison, somewhere private, he assumed they would talk.
As Daryl went to Merle's side to see if the man was still alive, Laura left them there. She leaned down to pick up Michonne's sword, brought it up as she neared Michonne herself, and cut the cord tethering her to the post.
Michonne didn't speak, she just looked at Laura. The death in Laura's expression told her enough after all the things she had just heard. She didn't want to talk about anything, she just wanted this whole day to be over. Michonne got that and didn't press her.
Cutting the wire around Michonne's wrists, Laura handed her sword back. The fight was over and they were going to head back to the prison together.
As Michonne and Laura returned to the brothers, they watched Daryl helping his older brother up. The man was a mess and Laura felt no sympathy for him.
It was going to be a long walk back to the prison.
Gemini's Revenge:
I'm glad! I didn't want it to be too much! I just really enjoy talking to readers, it 100000000% keeps me excited to write!
Yes, brachy dogs are just... terrible. Any time breeding a dog starts to generate more health issues or generally a less healthy breed at all, then the breeding should stop or be changed. The EU is banning some now, hopefully, more people will follow suit!
Haha! I feel that way a lot too. Technically I only need distance glasses, but even my monitor at an average distance is starting to get more and more blurry. Soon I will require glasses all the time.
Yessss any story I can get immersed in I'm happy with! It's like, I don't care if something is technically "good" or not, if I like it then I like it! That's all I need to be happy :)
PC gaming is super fun and flexible! I build PC's on the side for fun, it's super easy! Literally it sounds like a lot to most people, but it's 100% just a plug and play. Super easy to set up even if you have no prior knowledge at all. I built my last 3 PC towers and cannot imagine not building the next. The only problem is the price tag. Most people aren't okay with paying $1,000 for a good system.
Because when you buy a PC that can do normal office stuff, it's like what, $500/$800 max? But a gaming PC is capable of SO MUCH MOORREEE
My PC right now retail is worth $3,000 but I built it all for $1,200. It's all about finding the parts, sales, and watching local centres for deals. It's possible to make a pretty penny on it too!
The Isle was fun once upon a time, but the devs kinda suck and are really nasty to their community. So I stopped playing it.
Oooo I don't know those artists I will have to look them up!
OH NO I love spicy food the most. I want it so hot I DIE. But you're right, it does send pain signals to the brain... I'm highkey sadomasochist as evidenced by my need to abuse my OCs lol
Oh no, 20k sounds awful. I'm glad the length for Curative is working. This chapter falls a bit shorter than the usual, but it's unusual for any chapter to be shorter than 6k so I feel ok publishing that as short chapters
1.) Right now I'm super into an artist named Sam Yang, I support him on and have been using his tutorials to help me expand my own art skills.
As for music, I agree it's difficult. Sometimes I want something modern, sometimes I want classics, soundtracks, etc. etc. so it's really hard to pick!
2.) Curly and A LOT OF IT. There's so much hair it's so much omg help me
3.) I have not, I've actually never played any Metal Gear games! So feel free to talk about it!
4.) Genre? Probably RPG, anything that lets me create my character and gives me freedom to choose my path. But recently I've been obsessed with Death Stranding, Alyx, Walking Dead: Saints & Sinners, and soon I'll be playing Cyberpunk!
5.) Oh man, hmm. Well, if I wanna be thematic I'll just say a walking dead game lol
But I guess it depends on what I am in that universe? If I'm just me than hopefully something normal because oh boy I cannot fight and I'm a giant scardy cat!
Questions for you!
1.) Do you draw or what's your preferred creative outlet?
2.) What console games do you play? Single player or multiplayer? PvP or PvE?
3.) Have you ever dyed your hair or wanted to dye it to something strange? I've dyed mine red with gold to white ombre. Lasted like maybe 8 months lol
4.) Have you been horseback riding? It's the best I'm obsessed with it.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you soon :)