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7 yrs ago
WHO DAT BOY, 911
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8 yrs ago
Stop and frisk me, daddy. Unf.
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9 yrs ago
Organize a strike in your school or workplace on the grounds that it does not satisfy your need for indolence & spiritual beauty.
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Carantathraiel said Well, we don't bite here.
Er, well, okay, we do, but only in the throes of passion. c:
Oh! That's cool with me actually, biting makes it all that much hotter.
HylianRose said I'm sorry guys. Was planning to get some stuff done RP wise today but my parents decided to let me try dry wine and it has given me a pretty bad headache. So, I'll just be hanging out and around today. I'm up for chatter just not looking over CS and such as that. I apologize. ^-^
Got way too turnt up, huh?
I'm listening to this weird witchouse/jazz fusion right now, and it really is better than any sugar high. It may become a new addiction, but I'll risk it. I've been roleplaying here for years, but I never really got into the non-rp threads, so I figured "they can only burn you at the stake once" and jumped into the nearest thread with a quote from hip-hop greatest artist.
I'm alright. Still sentient and not dead.
I'm alright. Still sentient and not dead.
Cryptiic said I've just realized though, that we have no Ibilian or Aquian characters so far...
That's probably for the best, Ibilians seem like the most overpowered race. Although I am sad about no Aquians, they're basically Argonians and those guys are chill bros--
Cryptiic said We better get some soon, or else the Humans and Wildborn might start taking over! D:
Ahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
Sure buddy.
ProfessorNV said nope, esquen ftw
*high fives*
chukklehed said Darcs, why havn't you been correcting me? I've been misspelling your name this whole time!
Welcome to shrug city, C.
I guess I figured I COULD have, but that would've been the perfect waste of potential hijinks and shenanigans that would've occurred because of mistaken names. My moral code prevents me from making such corrections.
Carantathraiel said Really homies smoke smarties. *throws white girl gangsta sign*
Whoa, you puff on that smart-ti-ti?
I'm what you would refer to as a casual sugar user, sure I'll have a soda and fruit juice binge when I'm out with my friends every now and again-- and sure, I might pop a skittle or chew on some gum if it's been a slow week, perhaps even have a few lines of sugar, but I've never gotten into that hard smart.
You're my new role model, sensei.
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Forum: Nation Roleplay
LancerDancer said silenced .22 SMG
aww ye
VATROU said Yeah I stay away from any mind or body altering substances. Never smoke, or used drugs. Though my Boss calls me the most boring person he knows, at least I'm in my right mind, the gutter.
viktor said as for substances, I was a bad boy in my youth. tried everything I could get my hands on, with one notable exception. Ecstasy/Molly(which I'll rectify new years weekend). I still occasionally smoke a little weed to take the edge off, but I have pretty solid self control.
Carantathraiel said Ooh, on the drug talk, are we? XD I drink in rare spurts, again, because migraines are awful. Pretty sure the drugs im on to prevent migraines give me migraines if I drink...I smoke on rare occasions, and my family is pretty big on pot, so I've tried that, like, twice. The heavy smoking my folks did while I was growing up [news flash, even if you smoke in different rooms, the air vents carry it to your kids' rooms] gave me a pretty high tolerance, i guess, so i almost never indulge. My mom kept bugging me to try because it supposedly helps migraines.every other drug, never tried. never saw the lure of it.
You'll Cowards Don't Even Smoke Crack.
"Well that answers that. They're dead. They really shot themselves in the foot this time. Thank God there are other ships"
Tyler could only silently process all the information as it was given to him, he was having a hard enough time dealing with waking up. That he had apparently been in stasis for over 200 years was easy enough for him to swallow, but it did have horrifying consequences to life on earth, if it was true. Thrown on top of the escalating severity of bad news that was presented to him was now that apparently most of the people who shared his satellite with him in stasis, for whatever technical reason, and that only he and a select other few had even managed to survive. Still-- maybe this was the only pod that had any deaths? Maybe everyone else went back to earth 150 years ago? That didn't seem ideal, but it was certainly preferable to some alternatives. Maybe all the other satellites were okay? There were plenty of other satellites... right?
Seeing where the man went, and taking the cue to look out of window close to his Cryopod, Tyler observed what at any other moment would have been a majestic sight of a lifetime. After 200 years of dreaming he was above the 4th rock from the sun he could never imagine this vibrancy this... life... coming from it. But that was the earth. While he couldn't confirm the status of every satellite attached to theirs, he could clearly see the damage to the one he was in-- and the copious debris floating in the space between him and the Earth did not bode well for the others.
"...Christ..." Tyler found himself muttering as he processed the sight, another tragedy, more and more he wanted to just go back into his Cryopod and sleep until it ran out of power. He knew he couldn't, but he didn't want to feel this- this all consuming dread. No actions came to his mind that would relieve his despair, for now, he just had to feel it.
He made his way back his Cryochamber, right around where the newly formed group was meandering, he felt sapped. He leaned up against the glass and slid to the ground, cradling his head as he sat. Another realization came to him. Even if the function the to descend back into Earth orbit works-- it's been 200 years, the projected landing spot would be in a completely different place, there would probably be no operators to help with the landing-- this is assuming the heavily damaged can even survive reentry. And on top of all that-- it woke them up BEFORE going back! Were their bodies really prepared to handle those G-forces? They'd surly have atrophied much more than NASA had calculated.
Tyler sighed. He was over thinking things. He didn't need to do that now, he needed a plan, what should he do if the craft returns to earth? What if it doesn't?
The man who had been observing another satellite window returned to 'the group,' "Well, the fact that the ship woke us up must mean somethings working. I guess we'd better just wait until something happens" he said, "I'm Thomas by the way."
"Tyler," he responded to Thomas, from his sitting position, 'just wait?' Something occurred to him. What about being cryostasis 150 years longer than expected? He spoke up, "Is everyone here feeling okay? The muscle and bone atrophy might be much more than NASA accounted for... Don't stand if you don't need to." He closed his eyes and leaned against the Cryochamber, "We need to conserve our energy. Especially if we'll be experiencing normal gravity soon."
Tyler could only silently process all the information as it was given to him, he was having a hard enough time dealing with waking up. That he had apparently been in stasis for over 200 years was easy enough for him to swallow, but it did have horrifying consequences to life on earth, if it was true. Thrown on top of the escalating severity of bad news that was presented to him was now that apparently most of the people who shared his satellite with him in stasis, for whatever technical reason, and that only he and a select other few had even managed to survive. Still-- maybe this was the only pod that had any deaths? Maybe everyone else went back to earth 150 years ago? That didn't seem ideal, but it was certainly preferable to some alternatives. Maybe all the other satellites were okay? There were plenty of other satellites... right?
Seeing where the man went, and taking the cue to look out of window close to his Cryopod, Tyler observed what at any other moment would have been a majestic sight of a lifetime. After 200 years of dreaming he was above the 4th rock from the sun he could never imagine this vibrancy this... life... coming from it. But that was the earth. While he couldn't confirm the status of every satellite attached to theirs, he could clearly see the damage to the one he was in-- and the copious debris floating in the space between him and the Earth did not bode well for the others.
"...Christ..." Tyler found himself muttering as he processed the sight, another tragedy, more and more he wanted to just go back into his Cryopod and sleep until it ran out of power. He knew he couldn't, but he didn't want to feel this- this all consuming dread. No actions came to his mind that would relieve his despair, for now, he just had to feel it.
He made his way back his Cryochamber, right around where the newly formed group was meandering, he felt sapped. He leaned up against the glass and slid to the ground, cradling his head as he sat. Another realization came to him. Even if the function the to descend back into Earth orbit works-- it's been 200 years, the projected landing spot would be in a completely different place, there would probably be no operators to help with the landing-- this is assuming the heavily damaged can even survive reentry. And on top of all that-- it woke them up BEFORE going back! Were their bodies really prepared to handle those G-forces? They'd surly have atrophied much more than NASA had calculated.
Tyler sighed. He was over thinking things. He didn't need to do that now, he needed a plan, what should he do if the craft returns to earth? What if it doesn't?
The man who had been observing another satellite window returned to 'the group,' "Well, the fact that the ship woke us up must mean somethings working. I guess we'd better just wait until something happens" he said, "I'm Thomas by the way."
"Tyler," he responded to Thomas, from his sitting position, 'just wait?' Something occurred to him. What about being cryostasis 150 years longer than expected? He spoke up, "Is everyone here feeling okay? The muscle and bone atrophy might be much more than NASA accounted for... Don't stand if you don't need to." He closed his eyes and leaned against the Cryochamber, "We need to conserve our energy. Especially if we'll be experiencing normal gravity soon."
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