[Erika laughs loud, harsh, a dull smack as she slams the jar of bug butter into her hands. Her fingers grip it tight, plastic denting inward, and grins. Did those bastards ever think about the name meanings, or did they choose whatever was conveniently alphabetical?]
That's me, Erika, eternal ruler of the dead wastelands. Need something broken, that's my domain.
[The plastic nearly splits before Erika relaxes her grip and slams the jar on the counter.]
no subject
[Erika laughs loud, harsh, a dull smack as she slams the jar of bug butter into her hands. Her fingers grip it tight, plastic denting inward, and grins. Did those bastards ever think about the name meanings, or did they choose whatever was conveniently alphabetical?]
That's me, Erika, eternal ruler of the dead wastelands. Need something broken, that's my domain.
[The plastic nearly splits before Erika relaxes her grip and slams the jar on the counter.]
Hero, huh? What kind?