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I can't believe that we already have 5k posts on the OOC within two months.
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What the hell man, you can do better than this. The Hunger Games? Really? Isn't that too mainstream for you?
Unfortunately, there's nothing more mainstream than the MCU (proof that being mainstream doesn't mean I won't ingest it). While the source material is still rather niche, the media that fuels the people that are attracted to these fandoms tend not to be as geeky or outsidery as television would suggest. I read The Hunger Games in middle school. I liked it. I also found the sequel mind-numbingly boring and never bothered reading it. Probably never will.
Edit: Honestly, if you refuse to enjoy something simply because other people do, you're a poseur.
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This is veering past the line of jabbing, so uh, no.
I'm still not convinced that Inkarnate is the same Gowi that grew up on Sonic RPGs.
S T A B B I N G
Hello there and welcome to STABBING. I'm your host, REDACTED, and I'm hear to talk about Songs That Are By-far Better If Not Glossed-Over. You can call me Nightrunner, Night, or NR. You can expect to find articles about the best, worst and most important songs that I've ever heard here. You're free to tell me I'm wrong as long as you preface it with an acknowledgement that you're full of it. Shall we?
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I don't know what any of this means and I don't think I want to know what it means.
Essentially it means that they weren't random drummers.
Edit: If you don't know what the product is, the product is you.
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Are you going to keep making references to random drummers in all of your posts? Asking for a friend.
Have I done that before? I was just gonna let that be a recurring motif in that post. Don't really care much for Korn, I did like Never Never when I was fourteen though. On the other hand, I do luv luv luv Incendiary.
Edit: The short answer is "Probably not".
Nine posts deep and we're about to finish this origin story, kinda.
The Weapon X Facility, Canada
The Summer of 2018
Doctor Cornelius types away on his computer, his fingers skipping about the keyboard as a young girl would a concrete in a a game of hop scotch. Cornelius had the same excited air about him as that sort of girl, also sharing that gratifying chill of a joyous sweat, and his heart was charging like a drum kit with David Silveria sitting at the throne. Then he rung his boss on the telephone.
"Professor Thorton, have I got news for you! The new patient we've been working on, Patient Ten, he absolutely destroyed his predecessors in that labyrinthine Hunger Games-esque thing we put him through."
"Hmm.." Thorton meditated, leaning back in whatever rolling chair he was probably sitting in, "How much of that do you chalk up to him being under direct control of the staff versus his innate ability and instincts?"
"Poppycock! The boys at the controls we're completely incompetent. So much so that I had them terminated this afternoon."
"I see," Thorton hissed. As he drug the letter S sound out, Cornelius imagined that he was coiling like a Cobra and preparing to lurch directly at his throat through the phone line.
"As far as I'm concerned, Weapon Ten is Weapon X. He's reactive, dangerous and damn near unstoppable."
"So be it. It's time to get this show on the road then." Thorton hung up his analogue telephone with a metallic click before snatching right back out of it's nest, his heart charging as though it were a drum kit with Dan Lomeli on the throne. "Romulus, my lord: Weapon X is ready."
"Splendid. Execute Order 180."
The labyrinth, a place of darkness and confusion, which Patient Ten had stormed through hours before, was screaming with the echoes of hushed voices. Only footsteps haunted the place as a rather plain looking old man waded through the carnage. In spite of being massive and sprawling, he couldn't help but feel claustrophobic as the bloodstained walls threatened to squeeze the life out of him like he were a human ketchup bottle.
Finally, he came across Weapon One. He'd once been a handsome young man, Thorton had recruited him himself.
"See what that smart mouth got you? Wasn't much use when you were against someone stronger and faster, huh. Well boy, you're about as dead as a door nail, but soon you'll only be as dead as a half-decent attack dog."
The head was trashed, so Thorton sawed it off, swatting the flies away, depositing the corpse into a thick plastic bag and sneaking into the cramped, smelly darkness.
When I really felt like Sonic's fandom was dead then I realized it was a good time to be a part of it.
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