If Riot Games ever wanted to kick Warhammer Fantasy out of business, they could probably do so within secondsĭon't get me wrong, 40k and the entire Sci-Fi aspect of it, is iconic at this point and so long running it essentially counts as a cross-generational hobby now. “We must’ve got a good few punches in there.” “Because we kicked their asses as badly as they kicked ours,” This time it was Nel who spoke, her head poking between them as she leaned forward. “What makes you so sure? Did you miss the questionable morals part?” “They won’t do anything whilst we aren’t there.” “The best thing we could have done was leave town for a couple of days,” Jo spoke up, though her words lacked their usual bravado and certainty. “A cross country, actually,” Theo piped in, his dirty blond hair popping over the seat as he sat up, his attempt to nap on this six hour bus journey now deemed fruitless with the two of them bickering behind him. “We have a pack of rabid werewolves with questionable morals back home and you want to, what? Run a marathon?” “The fact we are on this fucking bus astounds me,” Scout scoffed, shifting in her seat because it was practically impossible for her to sit still.
Warnings: mentions/attempts of suicide, violence, blood, gore, swearing (if you’ve watched motel California from season three of teen wolf then you know💀) Word Count: 11.6k A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU FUCKING WHORE MY NUMBER ONE FRENEMY❤️I HOPE THIS MAKES YOU EXPLODE!!! masterlist What can really go wrong? Well, for a bunch of teens who have been dealing with supernatural nonsense for the better half of their high school careers, a lot apparently. What the hell is a matilda? | tmnp Summary: One night in a motel.
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