Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

[hadrielmods]

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Rage event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 15th-December 20th
Warnings: None! Well, potentially rage-induced destruction and fighting and maybe a tiny bit of murder? So, nothing out of the ordinary.

December is usually a time of festive holiday cheer... unfortunately, Hadriel isn't the sort of place that respects holidays. Rage has decided that it's time she's given her due and has put on another event! Unfortunately for everyone in the city, this event means that all characters are given a particularly aggravating pet peeve that entirely sets them into a flying rage.

See someone sleeping? They're now the object of your ire. See a tall building with a bunch of windows? Suddenly, all those windows need to be smashed. Fights are breaking out with depressing regularity, and a couple of them might be severe enough to injure someone in a bad way.

Look out for your fellow prisoners in Hadriel, and do try to figure out the categorizations of each person's issue fast- falling into these cycles of anger isn't good for anyone and is bound to make someone mad if you treat them wrong. Conversely, instead you can just find someone who has the same loathing as you and let your feelings amplify one another; after all, the best sort of friendship is one that's formed by mutual hatred!

► This log covers December 15th-December 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get too caught up in your feelings and start a fight only to see that the person who pissed you off was really good at fighting, or if someone blew up the building you were kinda living in, please let us know here!
► As a final note, if you were not sorted and you would like to be, then please let us know in response to this post!

Comments

[murderpotato]

[Gren swings and, very abruptly, Sans isn't occupying the space that Gren is trying to hit anymore. He's doing that weird probably-magic dodge thing again, and now he's out of reach. Gren grinds his teeth together so hard it's probably a miracle that he doesn't break one.]

[He whips around and chucks the can in the direction of Sans' annoying skeleton voice, even though he knows that he's probably just going to dodge it. There's nothing more frustrating than a target that he can't hit, and somehow it's impossible for him to hit this asshole. He can't dodge forever, though, right?]

If you say a fuckin' can't opener, I swear to whatever fuckin' god you believe in, I'm gonna find a way to punch you.

[Gren is motivated by spite, liquor, and anger, and he can be surprisingly persistent.]

[skelebro]

Aw, c'mon. it ain't funny if you steal the punchline.

[He's got the gall to sound falsely indignant. Another swing, another miss. But hey, ain't it like they say? Can't keep dodging forever.

Yeah. He really can't. But for this asshole, he'll make an exception.

C'mon, Gren. Let's have it.]

Hey, batter batter swing!

[murderpotato]

[Well, Gren's out of cans now, so he's just gonna start slinging debris. Apparently everyone's going to throw pieces of his house around now, this is a thing that's happening. He wishes that it wasn't, he just wants to be left alone to drink in his unfortunately empty former bachelor pad.]

[Clearly he's not going to be left alone today to slowly lose his battle with alcoholism.]

Take a fuckin' swing at this!

[He's chucking a piece of glass at Sans like it's a tomahawk. Nothing is being accomplished here, unless making an even bigger mess is an accomplishment.]

[skelebro]

[Whoop. Swing and a miss, as per usual. Better up your batter's average, Gren. Sans looks entirely too smug for a guy who's dodging pieces of flung glass and debris like this is a rousing ol' game of hitball. But he always looks entirely too smug, period, so it ain't like he's being more inflammatory than usual.

Well, 'cept for the whole bit where he broke all of Gren's windows. Whoops.]

Me? I guess swing music is okay. Got a nice rhythm to it, y'know?

[murderpotato]

[He's not the batter here, he's the pitcher. Sans is the one who's dodging instead of taking a swing.]

[And he's going to keep throwing chunks of glass at Sans, for lack of anything better to do at this point, really. He can't catch this asshole to beat his face in, so the only choice really is to throw stuff at him until he messes up. He can't dodge forever.]

Fuck you and fuck your fuckin' puns, at least stick to a fuckin' theme!

[If you're going to make baseball puns, at least have the decency to stick with baseball puns.]

[skelebro]

[That's what they all say. And hey, that's what did him in eventually. Caught up to him in the end, the same way the pink venom of KARMA catches up to everyone.

The trick is to slip outta the area before things escalate any further. Which he's kinda on the verge of doing, once this gets unsustainable.]

Stick to a theme. Heh. That one was good!

[Sorry, were we not doing music puns? We should absolutely be doing music puns.]

[murderpotato]

I wasn't tryin' to fuckin' pun!

[Gren is not doing any puns, musical or sports-related or otherwise. No puns, exactly zero puns are coming from Gren. He is a pun-free zone.]

[But Sans is probably going to shave a few years off of his life from all of these blood pressure spikes that he causes. Every time Sans shows his skeletal face, Gren's blood pressure goes through the roof. Give him a heart attack one of these days.]

[skelebro]

But you did. And it was pitch-perfect.

[Honestly, the fact that Gren's so easy to rankle makes him prime pranking material. But, uh, the bottom line here is that if he keeps this up then Gren's gonna get a lucky shot in, or somethin' along those lines. It really don't take much to knock Sans outta the park.

He blips up onto a roof, two fingers to the crown of his skull in a pseudo-salute.]

Well, it's been fun. Thanks for the workout.