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7 days ago
Current V. II Snail is a bitch and he should burn in mech hell
19 days ago
I didn't know the enter key works on the status bar
1 mo ago
I'm gonna pre-load the bath with salts.
1 mo ago
It's not really cold until it hits, like, 20 F. And even that's gentle. It hit -14 F once.
2 mos ago
Oooh, Burger.
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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

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Depends, really. Method makes a world of difference.
@Lunarlors34 Because existing is not a nebulous ordeal. As physical entities, they must exist somewhere specific. Not a silly question. Just because no one knows where they are doesn't mean they're nowhere.

Karn is too pretty. :/
@Cherrywitch
Everywhere and anywhere while also being nowhere all at the same time.


Unhelpful. *bops*

I think he means for you to do that, yes.
Yaaay I posted. Finally. Jesus.
Private Durandal

Had her senses been dulled from all the gunfire? Had she let her guard down, letting an attacker sneak up on her? Or, perhaps, it was not something she could have perceived, after all? Whatever the reason, Regan found herself face-first in the dirt, pain radiating in her body. Her eyes rested on the armor protecting her wrist and forearm, and she felt thankful. But... what was she doing again? She was fighting... right. Recks and Houzer and Ladmour had reported in from scouting the last location for Imperial ambush. They were on their way back to base, and they hit a mine that hadn't been there before. Humiliating... they had been ambushed, when they specifically were looking for ambushes. All but herself had perished... Another squad picked her up, and here she was. She wasn't ready to die here.

"Nng..." Sword... check. Gun... check. Hokay. Time to get up She took a breath, carefully, and began to push her hand into the ground, rolling herself enough to one side to bring up a knee. She paused, catching her breath before she repeated with her other hand and leg, and then she pushed herself upright. "Aahg. Gah." Little more. With effort, she swung her mortar lance around and used it to push herself to her feet. She could hear Jatmoore... She followed the voice, pushing herself to relative safety where she would collapse. "Nnn..." She coughed a few times, ending with a bit of blood. "Ooh... that's... not good."
That's okay. In other news, Caits, you have so many dragons.

I suppose that does give Trinity a nice ace up her sleeve, huh?
Buuurth, Mayt missed all the Energy Make.
She'll probably play more than one, after she goes to all the trouble of summoning instruments, but that'll be in there.
Ah yes. No, not quite right on that one. Close enough, I guess.

I gotta go find a song for Trinity to play at the ball. Ooh, I think I know...

Start with Swing de Choco?
Heh, true.

Who's Energy Man?
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