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    1. Corporal Lance 11 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them.
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7 yrs ago
Burn the land, boil the sea... K-I-S-S-I-N-G?
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7 yrs ago
"I wonder why my shirts have holes toward the bottom?" I think to myself, wrapping my shirt around another twist-off bottle cap for leverage.
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7 yrs ago
Feelin' like a newb again
9 yrs ago
Man, Zelda can be SCARY when you learn how to use her. Dem heels doe...

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I'll see about adding to the narrative tomorrow, but for now? No time to do so.

Malmo, if you want to go first then by all means, but if not I'll try to get something worked on as soon as I can.
I am fighting ever fiber in my being to put up a squall CS


Trust your instincts, Archangel! Give in to the urges...

It may have been quiet in the OOC for a little bit, but myself and @A Common Hero have been plotting together about cameos within each other's worlds. It's getting there, really exciting stuff!
In Ascension 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Sorry, scratch that, it'll have to be tomorrow. I've got a uniform inspection tomorrow and I didn't anticipate having to cut a new belt for it, so I won't have time tonight. After Thursday I'm off until Sunday morning, though, so there's that.

I saw the "Burned Out" condition. Figures that Hope tried to extend herself too far. It's gonna happen pretty frequently. She's even going to attempt to use her abilities in my next post even though she can't.
In Ascension 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Awesomsauce! I'm on my phone at work, but I'll see what I can add when I get home.
In Ascension 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
That's alright. I just wanted to be sure that you were still here. If you can't think of anything, just take your time. You'll think of something.
In Ascension 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Just giving a friendly bump. If you're busy, no rush, just haven't heard anything in a bit.
So we got a new Marine that I had to help check in, so I didn't get as much time off as I'd hoped for, but I put something out. Hopefully it's worth a damn, sorry for taking so long.
I'm holding my hands over my eyes as I hyperventilate and panic. It makes the world seem smaller. Safer. Like I'm not going completely fucking bonkers right now and about to get checked into a psych ward and have my life ruined and no job options when I get out so no way to support my family with a stigma to carry for the rest of my life. I kept my eyes closed to avoid seeming my hands and all the colors they were. Not so much colors, but cell shading. Just like a Japanese anime show. It made me want to cry, but it was impossible through the shear sense of mind-numbing anxiety and fear. This was it. My life is over. I've lost my marbles and they ain't coming back, not after this. I lose control of myself and start coughing through my harried breaths as it becomes harder to reign myself in.

I can hear the footsteps pounding in the hallway, and it makes me more uncomfortable. I never liked the sound of frantic activity. It makes me nervous. It usually means that shit's about to happen and I'll get dragged into it. This time it's the really sour kind of shit that I don't even want to be near, let alone involved with. The steps stop right outside my door, where the other two guys converse for a little bit. Aaaaaaand here it is. They're gonna take me away now. Goodbye future, hello white walls and 24/7 supervision. One of them knocks on the door and opens it slightly... but he doesn't come in. He offers me a soda instead. Of all the ways to deal with this sort of situation, that might've been one of the last ones I would expect. I take the soft drink because why the fuck not, and focus on getting my breath long enough to take a swig and not choke on the damn thing. The cold sensation is familiar, and so is the taste. That slight chill of a drink that's not-quite room temperature, but certainly isn't ice cold anymore. The flatness of having been sitting around for a while. A syrupy and disgusting taste like cough medicine that hung around in your mouth for a while. Diet... something. Maybe Coke. Or rootbeer. Do they even make diet rootbeer? If they do, I'd rather drink rubber glue. I start to chug the whole thing anyway. My mouth gets dry when I sleep, and it was soothing on the throat. Especially after my freakout session.

"*cough cough* Ha- *hack* ha, ahaha. Haha... ah," I chuckle. The absurdity of the situation was pretty hilarious. Hey, this guy's going absolutely apeshit in his room, let's get him a fucking soda! It's funny as hell in a cosmic sort of way. Probably doesn't help me look any more sane than I'm not, though. I laugh a little more and crush the cup in my hand, throwing it among the clutter of my destroyed room. Carefully, I stand up and lock the door again. I'm shaky from my panic attack, but I can still function alright so I lock the door again. Time to face the music, might as well get going. The soda made me aware of my other needs. I used to be thirsty, now I was kinda hungry, and if I didn't get a cigarette in the next 10 minutes I was going to slit someone's throat. Wasn't anything I could do at this point but start moving. I lifted my nightdress over my head and callously tossed it with the other clothes on the floor, stepping into my tracksuit. In all honesty it was probably my Marine Corps one, but I couldn't give a fuck if I tried at this moment. Sorting through the sandals and pairs of penny loafers, I found a pair of pink tennis shoes. Decent quality, unlike the ones I have that are beat up with holes in them. No socks. Some things never change. Eventually I find a few pairs, none of them good. Dainty ankle socks with some fringe, stockings, and some kind of rainbow patterned ones. I pick the rainbow ones for comfort, slip my shoes on, and head back to the door.

I'm insane, and I'm worried about what socks I wear. This is my life now. My wrist throbbed slightly, making me aware that it was still there and still twinged at me angrily. I'd have to have it looked it, I really hope that I just twisted. A broken wrist is one more thing on my list of shit that I don't want to have to deal with. The two guys at the door are at the top. The cell-shaded craziness is a close second. Casually, I open the door and jam my hands in the pockets of my jacket. My face reflects exactly what I expect, and if they eyes were windows to the soul then anyone could see that mine is in definite need of some Gorilla Glue because it was just fucking shattered. Blank-faced, thousand-yard stare, I look past the two guys who I happened to assault earlier opposed to looking at them. I didn't want to see their cartoon faces right now. Or any cartoon face. Or any cartoon. I wanna go back to fucking bed and wait for the crazy to wear off.
"...Do either of you have a cigarette I can steal...? I croak emptily. After this, I fucking need one.
Wicked sick! I'll go ahead and transfer my sheet over as soon as I can! Looking forward to expanding/rewriting Freya's story, hopefully we can get a few more in the game to make a time of it.
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