@Everyone

[thegreatexperiment]

[Sam's put a lot of debate into this text. Like, a lot a lot. To the point of obsession, really. And there are a lot of ways she could go about doing this. But with only 140 characters and about thirty eight rewrites, she finally settles on blunt. It's her brand. Not like it ultimately matters, right? She's coming to terms with that.]

Fuck it. Hi. I'm a vampire.

Yes I drink blood.

No I don't want yours.

Yes I'm probably gonna starve to death soon.

No I don't sparkle.

Comments

[thegreatexperiment]

Your pick. Where ever you feel safe

Also, garlic and crucifixes? Really?

[freightcars]

I'm room 2. My calendar is open.
Just because I'm bad at them doesn't mean I'm going to stop making them. They'll get funnier or you'll eat my brains out, either way it's a win.

[thegreatexperiment]

No, no. It's zombies who go for brains

I'll head over

If that's OK

[freightcars]

Sure. It's open.

[thegreatexperiment]

OK

[There's no way this can end well, but Sam rides the bad-decision pony like it's a carnival ride.]