Etc from the roll20 campaign, sparsely and sporadically added.
"I'm not like... smart. I'm kind of a dumb guy, honestly. That's not the worst thing to be? But when you're kind of dumb, it means that when you try real hard it still don't get you extra points."
— Kevin to Grace before a big, dangerous plan.
BEATRICE: "Kevin..." she looks, very briefly, sad. "We're not saving the day. But fine. Let's go try and keep some heads above the tide."
KEVIN: "We are for a couple people, man. That's enough for me."
Kevin tries and fails to diagram all the plot threads (and to spell Tzimisce)
KEVIN: "So far it seems like everyone else we've tried to get on board with [trying to solve the apocalypse] has been pretty unhelpful."
SASCHA VYKOS cackles in tritone.
KEVIN: "...Like that, actually."
KEVIN: ...I need to get a new skateboard. And surviving the end of the world would be pretty dope too I guess.
[Kevin is internally semi-convinced it's his fault because things being his fault is a night in the unlife of Kevin.]
KEVIN: Look, I'm not a good vampire? Which is probably not the coolest thing to say here, but... I should probably not be in charge.
KEVIN: So like... on a scale of one to super, about how dead do you think we are for this?
[ After Kevin's twitter account was discovered ]
LEANNE: Kevin, how are your memes?
KEVIN gazes worriedly into his phone.
KEVIN: My memes are... happening. A lot. Fast.
"Look, I'm not a good vampire? Which is probably not the coolest thing to say here, but..."
"I should probably not be in charge."
"Dude, like... Setting shit on fire is kind of not a good thing to maybe be doing."
"I don't... knowing things is not what I do here."
"It kinda turns out that we are all, probably, in very very big trouble."
"...So like... there's no chance we can tell them that we're the Ghostbusters."
"So like... on a scale of one to super, about how dead do you think we are for this?"
"You know, this is probably the least terrible time I've ever been around cops?
"I sure hope you guys know what we're doing, cause like... I'm me, man."
Kevin takes a moment to post a tweet on his twitter feed. The tweet, in its entirety, reads: "Well, shit"
"ok but please don't set swords on fire for sick stuntage unless you got a fire extinguisher."
Kevin: "I'm..."
"I'm not like... real tore up about being dead, I guess."
"I mean final dead. Not this dead."
"I just want to like...fix something, before I go, you know?"
"Feel like I made up for it."
Leanne: "You're all so nihilistic. I think a healthy amount of fear is very good to have in these times."
Kevin: "I'm dead already anyway, it's whatever."
"Real talk, man, I'm kind of not in favor of the people dying for my sake thing."
Leanne: "Kevin, how are your memes?"
Kevin, gazing worriedly into his phone: "My memes are... happening. A lot. Fast."
"This is not how I wanted to get all these youtube views."
"bbl guys c u if i don't die"
"I just mean I'm scared of all the dudes in arm's reach that could probs break me in half."
"i don't even know what all that means but I'm like three times more worried about this shit than I was a minute ago."
"I don't wanna get him torn to little pieces. He seems alright."
"Look man, the whole way I think I'm still kicking around is just cause I'm good at keeping my head down."
Kevin makes a seesaw motion with his hand
Kevin: "Memes give, memes take away."
"You know what's radical? Being chill for five minutes."
"Everyone's asking me stuff I can't answer. Except the stuff about skateboards. I got that shit on lock."
"I mean like.... If you can fix the problem before somebody figures out you lied about it not being a problem, then is it a problem?"
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