“He likes her.""Yuri, no!" Vik said. Yuri turned redder, confirming it. "Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried. Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts." "Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!" "I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!" "It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said. "Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground.Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature.”
―
S.J. Kincaid,
Insignia
“Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted."That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!"Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time!” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“It’s terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other. Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out."Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform.""There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat."What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine.""You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude."Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?"Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before.""Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing.""That's not what I said! ” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me.""You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Die slowly, Tom.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere.""Close. I was with Blackburn.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?"Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Vortex
“Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time."Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted."That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!"Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time!” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“It’s terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other. Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out."Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform.""There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat."What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine.""You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude."Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?"Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before.""Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing.""That's not what I said! ” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me.""You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Die slowly, Tom.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere.""Close. I was with Blackburn.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?"Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
“If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.” ― S.J. Kincaid, Vortex
“Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time."Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function?” ― S.J. Kincaid, Insignia
“Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.” ― S.J. Kincaid, The Diabolic
