[A: ain't no rest for the | Garden] [....Okay. Waking up in a strange garden after yelling at that hot chick and the vault hunters. Okay. This is... it's fine. He's fine. Nevermind that Jack is now decidedly a bit more devilish. His clothes changed to match with appropriately muted colors.
It's not a bad look as he runs a hand through his hair, just passing the new rams horns sprouting from his temples.]
What the... Hey, whoa-!
[Wack goes a nametag against his chest from a... winged sheep? Weird.
"HI, MY NAME IS JOHN"? Oh Heeeeell no.]
Nooo, nononono. Hey! Asshole! Get back here! [But they're already gone, and now you're in the way of a very blue man.] Hey, dumb-dumb. Either get out of the way or show me the nearest exit. I've got real important business with a couple of attempted murderers.
[B: Grab a moxx-tail | Hell] [He's not dead. Heroes don't just die, and they certainly don't get sent to hell.
Fortunately, there's plenty of distraction from those annoyingly biting thoughts. He can't get into the greater Hell City, but there's still a club or two - Sure, they're no Up Over Bar, but there's some good liquor, and the locals keep looking for a fight. Almost like Pandora but slightly less shitty.
Jack stumbles out a door. A drink in one hand, and a imp's neck in his other. The poor little vicious thing flails as Jack laughs to himself.]
Oh, frickin hilarious... [Oh, someone else.] You gotta try this. These little psychos keep trying to pick a fight, and they do not know how to quit.
Handsome Jack | Borderlands | Hell-raised
[....Okay. Waking up in a strange garden after yelling at that hot chick and the vault hunters. Okay. This is... it's fine. He's fine. Nevermind that Jack is now decidedly a bit more devilish. His clothes changed to match with appropriately muted colors.
It's not a bad look as he runs a hand through his hair, just passing the new rams horns sprouting from his temples.]
What the... Hey, whoa-!
[Wack goes a nametag against his chest from a... winged sheep? Weird.
"HI, MY NAME IS JOHN"? Oh Heeeeell no.]
Nooo, nononono. Hey! Asshole! Get back here! [But they're already gone, and now you're in the way of a very blue man.] Hey, dumb-dumb. Either get out of the way or show me the nearest exit. I've got real important business with a couple of attempted murderers.
[B: Grab a moxx-tail | Hell]
[He's not dead. Heroes don't just die, and they certainly don't get sent to hell.
Fortunately, there's plenty of distraction from those annoyingly biting thoughts. He can't get into the greater Hell City, but there's still a club or two - Sure, they're no Up Over Bar, but there's some good liquor, and the locals keep looking for a fight. Almost like Pandora but slightly less shitty.
Jack stumbles out a door. A drink in one hand, and a imp's neck in his other. The poor little vicious thing flails as Jack laughs to himself.]
Oh, frickin hilarious... [Oh, someone else.] You gotta try this. These little psychos keep trying to pick a fight, and they do not know how to quit.