REVOLUTION. ( autoplay. )

panic! at the disco; starter sentences.

“Good, good, now we’re making some progress.”

“I won’t cut my beard and I won’t change my hair.”

“I don’t wanna hear you’ve got a boyfriend.”

“If you love me let me go.”

“Isn’t she a dream come true?”

“Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention.”

“I’ll still be here, wishing and waiting for you to come home.”

“What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.”

“If you’re gonna be the death of me, that’s how I wanna go.”

“Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain.”

“Back to the street where we began.”

“Say what you mean.”

“I’m wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.”

“This was no accident.”

“Will you come with me or just leave?”

“Tonight we are victorious!”

“There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for.”

“Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!”

“May your feet serve you well; And the rest be sent to Hell.”

“I don’t think I can take the way you make me out to be.”

“We sure are in for a show tonight.”

“I’m a disappearing act done poorly.”

“I think I’ll figure it out with a little more time.”

“I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak.”

“Make room! We’re taking over here.”

“It’s just the end of the world.”

“I don’t love you, I’m just passing the time.”

“Are you worth your weight in gold?”

“I guess that’s how it’s gotta be.”

“Let’s kill tonight!”

“We were busy writing songs for you.”

“You remind me of a few of my famous friends.”

“Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.”

“I wanna be free, I wanna be loved.”

“I meant everything I said that night.”

“You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat.”

“You’ve got these little things that you’ve been running from.”

“Just stay where I can see you.”

“You’re guaranteed to run this town.”

“Boys will be boys.”

“It’s time for us to take a chance.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Your eyes are the size of the moon.”

“Show them all you’re not the ordinary type.”

“Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.”

“It sure as hell ain’t normal.”

“Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.”

“Haven’t you heard that I’m the new cancer?”

“You’re a regular decorated emergency.”

“If the clouds were playing a song, I’d play along, wouldn’t you too?”

“Just sit back and relax.”

“Is it still me that makes you sweat?”

“Where is your posture?”

@fxtzroy​ | liked for starter

          Miles emerged from Vault 81 with the rest of the residents after a report of a major ‘radiation leak’. Sounded extremely odd but nevertheless he and his fellow vault dwellers now had to face the wasteland since their precious vault is no longer livable.            Like most of the vault dwellers, he had no idea what to expect from the outside world. Sure, he’s heard stories or gossip about what it’s like, but of course he never actually experienced it. Now he had to face it without preparation. 

          Miles first tried to go off with a group since he knew it would be safer- but their attitude towards him rubbed him the wrong way so he decided he’d just try and venture off himself. If the worst happened, then he won’t try and fight it since death seemed like the only reasonable option. 

         His first order of business- now that he was on his own- was to find some sort of civilization. Possibly a city or a group of nice scavengers, which sounded completely impossible.           The ex-vault dweller walked down a small path that seemed to lead to a city, unknowing of the amount of creatures that infested the wasteland. He pushed past some branches in his path to reveal an extremely large roach just simply sitting in the middle of the pathway. Holding his breath, Miles took a step back, being careful not to make a sound to startle the bug. But of course he found a way to step on a couple of twigs, making a loud enough cracking sound to startle the roach towards him.  

        Now Miles was at full speed running in the opposite direction trying to escape the roach that was chasing him- possibly screaming a little feminine too. 

              A PIERCING SCREAM  shook the lithe gang member from cryptic thoughts, her slender body instantly turning to face the call for help in curiosity. Not wanting to miss up on an opportunity of a supposed damsel in distress, it took mere seconds before daisy was sprinting in that particular direction, with little to no care nor worry about her dangerous surroundings. She’d either have just enough time to loot the corpse before anyone else got it, or perhaps, if she was lucky, find this unfortunate individual alive and hold them for random. One way, or another she’d earn a couple of bottle caps to help her along.

              Rumour had it a nearby vault had been forced to open it’s doors, and perhaps if this person was from there, they’d have some family that eagerly wanted them back      And would do anything to have them safe and sound ... incredibly beneficial for a crook such as the one currently navigating herself through the wasteland. It wasn't hard to find the location from where the screams were coming from, and the causation behind them. But the person, in particular, a large man, much larger than the lithe female, triggered a large giggle to escape her lips. She couldn't help but stand and watch such a large, and seemingly strong and capable man run away from a roach of all things. It was almost comical. Deciding that perhaps his torture had over-estimated it’s time-frame, a simple handgun was removed from it’s holster, and with a few shots, the roach twitched and fell to the floor with a slight omph. 

"My world is fire. And blood."

"I tell myself, they cannot touch me."

"If you can't fix what's broken, you'll, uh- you'll go insane."

"And he was perfect! Perfect in every way!"

"As the world fell, each of us in our own way was broken."

"Out here, everything hurts."

"You wanna get through this? Do as I say!"

"Everybody has gone out their mind. You're not the only one."

"I live, I die. I LIVE AGAIN!"

"I thought you weren't insane anymore?"

"You know, hope is a mistake."

"How much more can they take from me?!"

"It will take hold of you, and you will resent its absence!"

"We could start again, just like the old days!"

"It's got everything you need, as long as you're not afraid of heights."

"He looked at me. He looked right at me!"

"No. I suggest we go back the same way we came."

"Hey. What's your name? What do I call you?"

“You’ve gotta be shitting me….   And for how long shall I do that,hm? a day? a week? A MONTH?”

   “I ain’t some type of magician who reads minds, and I’m not interested in readin’ yours. You wan’ somethin’, enlighten me then.”

❝ books, mostly. trap a girl in a tower for nineteen years with nothing but books and spare time and she learns all she can  get  her  hands on. here – it’s fixed. ❞           with that, and with a satisfied smile, she hands daisy the repaired gun.                ❝ how’s that knife wound treating you? ❞

“You’re a piece of work.. for not sayin’             somethin’ else.”

“What else you want me to do, huh?     give you guns by some magic shit? Nice idea.”

   “Absolutely, Miss Fitzroy. I’m almost tempted to ask what else you think it might be, this city.” His mouth feels very full for a moment, pausing in his speech before continuing. For a passing moment, he stares hard at her, concentrated as if she’s the only other person in the room.

“RAPTURE  is exactly as I’ve intended. With our ideology in place, so long as we follow it dutifully and carefully…then our answer will always be yes.”

buT I DON’T HAVE ANY FRIENDS TO BUY PRESENTS FOR

DON’T MAKE ME Go out in puBLIC I DOn’T liKE PeopleEE !!

“God dammit…. I told you, Chen Lin was already dead when we got there.                 I looked for him. I did my part of the deal. Now do yours…”