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2 mos ago
Current I saw a one-legged man at the ATM. He was checking his balance.
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4 mos ago
Where do bad rainbows go? To a prism. It's a light sentence, but it gives them time to reflect.
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4 mos ago
@LG aw hell yeah! Keepin my eye out for it for sure!
4 mos ago
How do you find Will Smith in the snow? You look for his fresh prints.
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5 mos ago
tfw the colonies have better healthcare than the mainland
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@Venus I present man #1


Oh, having a deadline for our sheets is


in all seriousness, I'm already halfway through mine so here's to hoping it'll be up by tonight or tomorrow (if I'm not too exhausted tomorrow hehe)


I'm back on my bullshit!


We love to see it
Here's my first of potentially two reservations.

Harvey Nathaniel "Nate" Blake || FC: Grant Gustin || Spring Green/#00ff7f
Benjamin Clyde Cross || FC: Shiloh Fernandez || Royal Blue/#4169e1
Y'all it hasn't even been 20 minutes and the scale's already tipping over to one side 🤣🤣🤣🤣

2 more female claims and it's a temporary cap.


ABANDON SHIIIIIPPPPPP!
Yeah I dont know who I'm using, but obviously im in.





As the diluted sounds that emitted from the town and the fireworks that exploded up in the sky were muffled through the walls of the mess hall, Wesley could hear it all. It sounded like everyone was having a good time. Even those who were at camp probably were gathered together in some way and were enjoying the company that they kept.

All except Wesley. And it was by choice, obviously.

Okay, that's a lie. The choice was rarely something he ever had, but he didn't know how to be the kind of person that would socialize with others like him. Sometimes he didn't even think he was like the other kids, or that they would like him. Between the energetic ones and those who almost frightened Wesley, part of him just wanted to stay close to his vest until he went home, but the voice of his brother always seemed to echo in his mind whenever he felt those feelings consume him.

Make friends, it would say to him.

Don't isolate yourself.

Sure, there have been moments when Wesley tried to come out of his shell and not fall back into the same habits he always had, but it was difficult. He was the one his father put all of the expectations on and that often led him to spend a lot of time alone. And sometimes, in his solitude, he'd find comfort in the photos he was taking. The photos he was looking at right now.

Wesley moved by the window and heard the sounds. He took photos of the sky. First with his phone. He wanted to snap some test shots before he used his actual camera, the one with polaroids. He wanted to get the angle right so he didn't waste a shot.

But as he was aligning his phone with the sky, an alert came up from his E-mail. It was from someone named Jericho. They were talking about something that he had no idea about.

No, maybe he did? It was such a blur to him. Dreams of something he was convinced by the adults that he fantasized. "It was over six years ago, right?" Wesley thought aloud. That sight of two monsters. The sight of a red dinosaur and a giant preying mantis-looking creature. It was something that visionaries in the movie industry would think of. So surely it wasn't something that actually happened...Right?

Wesley shook his head as he closed out of his email and went back to his camera. He had the shot of where in the sky, so now all he had to do was take the shot with his actual camera.

But just was going to just that, his phone stopped working. Not in the way that apps typically failed. It completely stopped working. It shut off without warning and that stood out to Wesley for a myriad of reasons. The biggest one, thought? He had just finished charging it back at the cabin. So why did it completely shut off.

He tried to turn it back on, but after a few failed attempts, the mystery just got weirder and weirder. He was just grateful that his camera wasn't digital. A classic camera that could take normal photos.

I wonder if anyone else had this trouble...

That thought stayed in the back of his mind for a few moments until it weighed on him and then it weighed heavier and heavier until he couldn't take it anymore. As he gathered his things, he stepped outside. The sounds from the city became even louder and Wesley just looked around for...anyone who might've been experiencing the same thing.




In the past several months, a new crime syndicate has been taking the Pokemon World by storm. With the downfall os groups like Team Plasma, Team Rocket, and the respective Teams Aqua and Magma, what was once theirs was now ripe for the taking for Team Core. Not much is known about this group of evil-doers nor do they make it easy for vigilantes and the police, as well as other law enforcement agencies.

But the one thing they all seem to have in common is the mutual fascination with ancient artifacts long thought to be lost to the world until one brave researcher found the location of the lost pieces of The Arcaeus Statue. This statue, which is said to hold one of many keys to solving not only the mystery that surrounds the origins of the most ancient of all of the legendary pokemon, but also the answers to every question that any researcher could have. Though some of his former associates and assistants may describe him as "eccentric" and "overzealous", he has spent over twenty years in search of this.

But Gary Oak's adventuring days are long past him.

If he were younger, he would have loved nothing more than to make the journey to Mount Coronet in the Sinnoh REgion. The most he can do, however, was finance an excavation and hire two extremely talented trainers. His hopes would be they were nothing like he and Ash were when they were younger, though with how arrogant Gary was and how Ash always did have a certain effect on him, those hopes that Gary Oak had might be dwindling.

But it didn't matter. They were his only chances. He had to entrust this task to them, which he tried to appeal to their unique personalities. He promised one a difficult task that was hard to turn down that appealed to their sense of adventure and testing themselves while another valued redemption (as well as a promise for a spot in the next Indigo League) and, to his surprise (sarcasm), they asked for a hefty bonus upfront. Both admirable reasons and fair, given the circumstances. Gary had both the charisma and charm to sell the pitch to one, as well as the humility (shocking, right?) and the wealth to match any asking price.
1x1 between myself & @NeoAJ
Sorry, way busier than I thought I would be. So I won't be able to participate in this one.
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