waffles’ adventures in Minecraft #1
-crashed 3 times
-stared into corner for a while
-reeled drunkenly about
-was given a dirt block, conscientiously placed it back where it came from
-punched a hole in the side of fiona’s house
-stumbled off into the night and was murdered by some green asshole in purple pants
If I see that gif of Loki the Sparkly Ice Princess and her magical matter-transcending hair one more time today I’m going to go out into the streets until I find a kitty cat
and im gonna pet the fuck out of it
because cats don’t have fights about cartoon hair on the internet.
Downstairs, in the hotel’s deserted business lounge, a furious conference was in progress. Amid the empty armchairs and the glass-topped tables honey-gold with reflected light, at the centre of a rough circle of cushions and debris that had been slowly drawn there by the accumulating magic, Pearl stood still and stiff-backed. Before her, on the wide central wall that split up the lounge, the large flat-screen TV which was usually scrolling with feeds from Dow Jones, Nasdaq, Fox and BBC World, showed a bright glare of white and gold and pastel, a window into another world.
The long table, an array of stately fluff and glitter, the Council in all their glory. Lily sat at the centre, studying the memo pad between her carefully-placed hands. Two seats down, a put-out, frozen bustle of blue and seeded silver, Saffron was holding the floor.