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STATUS: If you get a bigger bed you will have more bed room, but less bedroom 4 yrs ago- Last Seen: 3 mos ago
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If you get a bigger bed you will have more bed room, but less bedroom
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5 yrs ago
So you open the door and enter your bathroom,wash your hands for 20sec then close the door when u leave.Right, you touched the doorknob before and after the washing.The faucet too. It's all pointless.
5 yrs ago
Exactly. You should reply with "I'm very interested, let's move this over to skype ;)" Anything less and it shows you're not fully committed.
6 yrs ago
Huh...was just watching some hentai as per usual when,amidst all the moaning and squelching sounds"Anastasia - Once Upon a December"violin version started playing.Well it was kinda emotional decision.
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6 yrs ago
I've read too many Isekai game-like novels. So I'm always spamming crappy jokes with the hope that with time my Humor Skill will level up and I'll start spitting good ones.
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The only thing I'm "sad" about is that the way my life is going, it's going to be a hellride with a disappointing and unfulfilling end. My road is set ahead of me and I feel powerless to achieve what I desire or even have peace of mind. Time is taken from me whilst my by the day depleting will for change and something better is draining away with it.-Someone actually wrote that.
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Slamming the glass down after downing his second shot he got up moving the chair backwards, tipping it over. Better not to get wasted else he become easy prey to these cannibalistic attacks. He already had a gun under his jacket but should he tell them? Him having a gun would either put him in front shooting everything down, clearing a way for the others or be knocked down with someone stealing the gun from him. It's like having the only piece of bread in a village full of starving people. He had to decide if he trusted them enough to use it freely or just keep it on him in case of emergencies. I mean, it was the literal apocalypse for all everyone knew, if you couldn't trust your fellow living, who could you trust?
Only himself. He decided to keep the gun hidden and only use it if it was the last option. That is until everyone got an actual gun of their own. Paranoia in these daring times could lead to a premature death...
The bar was full of people. People which he didn't even bother to look at twice. They were all the same to him, uninfected. He would get a closer look at their true self in the face of danger. Everyone showed their true colors while in danger of imminent death.
Leaving for the door he turned to everyone:"Ready to go?"
Only himself. He decided to keep the gun hidden and only use it if it was the last option. That is until everyone got an actual gun of their own. Paranoia in these daring times could lead to a premature death...
The bar was full of people. People which he didn't even bother to look at twice. They were all the same to him, uninfected. He would get a closer look at their true self in the face of danger. Everyone showed their true colors while in danger of imminent death.
Leaving for the door he turned to everyone:"Ready to go?"
Hey, for anyone interested in how hell would look like check the Agony game screenshots or game-play. Been waiting so long for that game.
Oh and hi Leslie.
Oh and hi Leslie.
Exact portrayal of our scenario.
LOL. Lucy be with the camera like "Don't move." *snap* *snap*
All throughout the briefing a sense of dread had come over him. "Impending doom" were the perfect words if you were to describe it. This feeling inside his very being that screamed danger within him. He caught something in the left corner of his eyes. A shadow? He didn't get a good look at it, it could've been anything. Well some children had illusion powers, they were probably playing a prank on him or on one of the guards. Nothing out of the ordinary. That would be if he wasn't nullifying every ability. Could it be Alpha? Maybe he caught a glimpse of her po..there, again. Now on the right side. Just as he goes to focus on it, it disappears. He was beginning to sweat, his heart rate having increased from the usual 60 to 100. What was this thing...
Now he felt a sudden presence behind him. Something was pacing back and forth out of his vision. He could feel it going left and right, walking slowly in a static loop until it stopped right behind him. More panic. His eyes were starting to tear. Was this...fear? He didn't want to look behind, he didn't want to see what it was, or worse, if there was nothing to be seen. Slowly turning his head, the thing always on the edge of his vision until he took a sharp turn only to find guards. A row of guards stretched behind him, weapons on hand and standing on attention. Seeing Cipher look back, one of the guards gave him a condescending look before looking forward once more. Cipher did the same. He didn't feel it when he looked back, but now it was like a looming dark shadow ready to engulf him at a moment's notice. Closer and closer until he felt a tingle in his neck which sent all his hair on end.
"All Children are to report to their allocated Gates in a prompt and civilized fashion. Non-compliance is not an option."
"Non-compliance is not an option."
"..not an option."
"..not an option."
The message repeated itself multiple times until one of the guards warned him to get up from his chair or be forced up. He suddenly woke up from his dazed state, wiping the tears and sweat from his face he looked around once more, nothing. No more presence, no more fear, no more panic, only calm. Nothing to worry about after all. Silently he took the equipment he was provided, wore the light body uniform, took his hand gun, his com link and other accessories and headed to the designated gate.
Mission, they were given a mission and he didn't hear about it. He didn't even know who was in team with him. Well he would know soon when everyone was gathered and ready to depart.
Now he felt a sudden presence behind him. Something was pacing back and forth out of his vision. He could feel it going left and right, walking slowly in a static loop until it stopped right behind him. More panic. His eyes were starting to tear. Was this...fear? He didn't want to look behind, he didn't want to see what it was, or worse, if there was nothing to be seen. Slowly turning his head, the thing always on the edge of his vision until he took a sharp turn only to find guards. A row of guards stretched behind him, weapons on hand and standing on attention. Seeing Cipher look back, one of the guards gave him a condescending look before looking forward once more. Cipher did the same. He didn't feel it when he looked back, but now it was like a looming dark shadow ready to engulf him at a moment's notice. Closer and closer until he felt a tingle in his neck which sent all his hair on end.
"All Children are to report to their allocated Gates in a prompt and civilized fashion. Non-compliance is not an option."
"Non-compliance is not an option."
"..not an option."
"..not an option."
The message repeated itself multiple times until one of the guards warned him to get up from his chair or be forced up. He suddenly woke up from his dazed state, wiping the tears and sweat from his face he looked around once more, nothing. No more presence, no more fear, no more panic, only calm. Nothing to worry about after all. Silently he took the equipment he was provided, wore the light body uniform, took his hand gun, his com link and other accessories and headed to the designated gate.
Mission, they were given a mission and he didn't hear about it. He didn't even know who was in team with him. Well he would know soon when everyone was gathered and ready to depart.
Opening his eyes a sudden painful feeling hit him in the head. Hangovers never change. Opening his eyes and looking around he wondered where had his tipsy mind carried him when he was in a drunken state. White walls, white sheets and only a door. Looking down at his clothes...the same, but something was missing, his locket. It had a picture of him and his daughter. Those bastards dared take that away? Who were they anyway? Another wave of pain crashed through his head as he remembered...remembered going somewhere, signing something then falling flat on the floor, passed out.
*Sigh*
He had to get out of here. Getting up he went for the door only to see it was locked. Did he sign up to be a prisoner? Hitting the door a few times, it was sturdy. A console placed on the side containing numbers. Seeing that they also allowed him to open it from the inside they must have left a code somewhere. He searched for half an hour. Numbers were scribbled below the bed, there was a very complicated rubric's cube sitting on the floor which only worsened his headache just by looking at it and a note below his pillow.
"From the smallest to the biggest
everything obeys an order."
Smallest? Biggest? Order? Numbers? A damn rubic's cube?
Nothing. He had better chances going to sleep and waking later to see if they opened the door for him. Out of frustration he hit the wall. Only his hand suffered damage. Now red and throbbing in sync with his head he sat down on the edge of the bed. An idea hit him.
He started knocking all across the room in every wall until he got close to the door. Right there was an empty spot. Maybe a clue to get out of here? He knocked around some more until he had the general layout of the thin wall, he took a few steps back and charged for the target. He went right through the wall, crashing outside of the room. What the..
He looked around, a long hallway. He looked back to his room, right behind the door which was supposedly the only way out, a thick wall stood there. Hell, even if he opened the door he wouldn't get out that way. Damn sons of bitches would put random ass fake clues just to waste his time. And it would've worked if he wasn't so wasted and if he wasn't suffering from such a painful headache he could barely stand to look at numbers.
Now, where to next...
*Sigh*
He had to get out of here. Getting up he went for the door only to see it was locked. Did he sign up to be a prisoner? Hitting the door a few times, it was sturdy. A console placed on the side containing numbers. Seeing that they also allowed him to open it from the inside they must have left a code somewhere. He searched for half an hour. Numbers were scribbled below the bed, there was a very complicated rubric's cube sitting on the floor which only worsened his headache just by looking at it and a note below his pillow.
"From the smallest to the biggest
everything obeys an order."
Smallest? Biggest? Order? Numbers? A damn rubic's cube?
Nothing. He had better chances going to sleep and waking later to see if they opened the door for him. Out of frustration he hit the wall. Only his hand suffered damage. Now red and throbbing in sync with his head he sat down on the edge of the bed. An idea hit him.
He started knocking all across the room in every wall until he got close to the door. Right there was an empty spot. Maybe a clue to get out of here? He knocked around some more until he had the general layout of the thin wall, he took a few steps back and charged for the target. He went right through the wall, crashing outside of the room. What the..
He looked around, a long hallway. He looked back to his room, right behind the door which was supposedly the only way out, a thick wall stood there. Hell, even if he opened the door he wouldn't get out that way. Damn sons of bitches would put random ass fake clues just to waste his time. And it would've worked if he wasn't so wasted and if he wasn't suffering from such a painful headache he could barely stand to look at numbers.
Now, where to next...
A silent scream painted her face as they grabbed the receptionist by the throat and drained her vocal capabilities. Any skill and knowledge that she had in language communication now they had. Then they saw a black man pointing a green ringed finger at them, as if to threaten. That item must have some magical properties. Maybe they would get around to collecting it, with time...
He started speaking, the receptionist's voice and way of talking could be heard coming from the jester. It was as if the receptionist was under the mask and costume talking.
"I mean no harm and I really didn't mean to do that to her. I mean like, she can't speak anymore now after the spell but it's not like she can't get a voice but I still needed a way to talk to you all."
This voice was obnoxious. Did she talk like this normally? Maybe while in high school? They were most likely stuck with he way she spoke when she was a teen. And it was messing with their head, mixing their words to give way to this crappy way of talking. But a voice was all they needed. Grading the voice, deepness, tone, frequency they achieved an equal, androgynous emotionless voice. They also started using only the most crucial words that they needed to convey what they wanted and nothing excessive.
"As I was saying, I mean no harm to you or your people. I come from another place to warn you of a dangerous creature that escaped from our world. One look at them and people cease to live. Being near them causes mass hysteria and terror. I lost track of the thing an hour ago. It seems to have gone into hiding. I need your help in finding it. For your world's sake."
He started speaking, the receptionist's voice and way of talking could be heard coming from the jester. It was as if the receptionist was under the mask and costume talking.
"I mean no harm and I really didn't mean to do that to her. I mean like, she can't speak anymore now after the spell but it's not like she can't get a voice but I still needed a way to talk to you all."
This voice was obnoxious. Did she talk like this normally? Maybe while in high school? They were most likely stuck with he way she spoke when she was a teen. And it was messing with their head, mixing their words to give way to this crappy way of talking. But a voice was all they needed. Grading the voice, deepness, tone, frequency they achieved an equal, androgynous emotionless voice. They also started using only the most crucial words that they needed to convey what they wanted and nothing excessive.
"As I was saying, I mean no harm to you or your people. I come from another place to warn you of a dangerous creature that escaped from our world. One look at them and people cease to live. Being near them causes mass hysteria and terror. I lost track of the thing an hour ago. It seems to have gone into hiding. I need your help in finding it. For your world's sake."
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