So there I was, playing TF2 with the curtains closed and windows open, when I suddenly spotted a daddy long-legs on my wall right next to me, spying on what I was doing. I thought 'fuck this' and squashed the bugger. Well, at least I thought he was.
He had managed to fall into an unused glass and was squirming about after I must have broken a few of his legs. While he was attempting this magnificent escape, I managed to grab a plastic bottle and put it on top of the glass. I interrogated him all night, but he said nothing.
Maybe I have an evil tendancy today:
So I wake up today and shake the glass a bit, to find no movement. Either he was dead, or it was a trap. And thank fuck I didn't lift the bottle, because only a few seconds ago he started moving again.
What should I ask him?
He had managed to fall into an unused glass and was squirming about after I must have broken a few of his legs. While he was attempting this magnificent escape, I managed to grab a plastic bottle and put it on top of the glass. I interrogated him all night, but he said nothing.
Maybe I have an evil tendancy today:
So I wake up today and shake the glass a bit, to find no movement. Either he was dead, or it was a trap. And thank fuck I didn't lift the bottle, because only a few seconds ago he started moving again.
What should I ask him?
Last edited by kptk92 (2008-08-07 03:49:46)