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STATUS: Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever. 1 yr ago
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Rest In Peace Akira Toriyama. A huge part of so many childhoods. His legacy lives on stronger than ever.
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Better yet, make a new game somehow bringing Halligan and Briggs from Limbo of the Lost together
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Baldur's Gate is my absolute jam, but I'm having trouble getting on board with 3
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"I'm bleeding, making me the victor."
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Well, I'm off to pet one or both of my cats!
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Realization struck Quinn like a sucker punch to the nose, or perhaps it was an instinct, or just some freakish unexplainable sixth sense. Whatever it was moved him before he could think about what he was doing. As Celty's hand closed around one of the tins his arm closed around her waist and using the weight of his entire body he wrenched her off her feet. As they fell he pivoted around to cover her with his mass, his arms copping the brunt of the impact as their forms hit the floor with a thud.
A roaring blast filled the air, and he felt intense heat and concussive force slide over his back as the removal of the can triggered an explosion.
One only narrowly avoided.
Quinn coughed and spluttered, his ears ringing and the world around him spun in kaleidoscopic pandemonium.
In a few moments that felt like an eternity, things cleared and his senses returned to him. He managed to rise and offer Celty to her feet.
"Probably a claymore. I'll bet my good eye those cans were fakes."
A second realization hit him even harder than the first.
"We have to move, now! If there any Blood Army nearby that blast will draw them in like sharks. Come on!"
A roaring blast filled the air, and he felt intense heat and concussive force slide over his back as the removal of the can triggered an explosion.
One only narrowly avoided.
Quinn coughed and spluttered, his ears ringing and the world around him spun in kaleidoscopic pandemonium.
In a few moments that felt like an eternity, things cleared and his senses returned to him. He managed to rise and offer Celty to her feet.
"Probably a claymore. I'll bet my good eye those cans were fakes."
A second realization hit him even harder than the first.
"We have to move, now! If there any Blood Army nearby that blast will draw them in like sharks. Come on!"
Woohoo! I have internet again!
I want to also reiterate how keen I am to keep this boulder rolling.
There's still so much of these characters I want to explore and I've come to love each and every one of them so much.
I want to do so much with Vex. I want him to be like The Governer and Negan combined. Or if you don't watch Walking Dead, like Cersei and The Mountain combined.
I want to also reiterate how keen I am to keep this boulder rolling.
There's still so much of these characters I want to explore and I've come to love each and every one of them so much.
I want to do so much with Vex. I want him to be like The Governer and Negan combined. Or if you don't watch Walking Dead, like Cersei and The Mountain combined.
I still want to do this, for sure.
Biggest problem I'm facing is having moved house and waiting for my internet to be connected but my ISP is dragging its feet and taking as long as possible.
Biggest problem I'm facing is having moved house and waiting for my internet to be connected but my ISP is dragging its feet and taking as long as possible.
With a sincere nod and a quiet "thank you", Quinn took the cereal bar and proceeded to eat it in small, conscientious bites. There was lull in the moment where the group had grown quiet and Quinn involuntarily retreated inward.
"Do it, Harris," the gruff voice of Colonel Elias Vex whispered harshly into a broken man's ear. Quinn still had both of his eyes, and beneath the dirt and sweat was a face unscarred, but carrying the weight of sallow grief all the same. The loss of his wife and daughters was much fresher in his heart and mind and their face still retained distinguishing features in his memory.
"Slit her throat, Harris."
Quinn felt the weight of a colossal hand slap a knife against his chest with enough force to rock him back a little. He knew though, that was Vex's version of a soft tap. The titan of a man had enough strength in one hand to squish Quinn's head like a grape.
Quinn took the knife in his own hand and knelt down by the crying woman, eyes speaking odysseys of inhuman pain and torment. Twenty men had taken her, broken her and violated her. Quinn had been no exception.
It was a mercy to drag the knife across her throat. Her face went slack, her eyes dulled over and the dead weight of her figure fell with a thump onto the dirty ground.
"Congratulations, Harris. You've earned your fatigues at last."
Quinn was brought back to the present by the vague impression of Alyssa's voice. He had not heard what she had said, so he did not reply. He hadn't had a flashback that vivid for a long while. Alyssa had nearly been another body left in the dust, another throat slit. He wouldn't speak on the things that had been done to her, the things he had done and had let be done.
He realized he had been staring, and self-consciously looked down at the ground, clenching his hand into a fist beneath his poncho and nibbling at the cereal bar.
"Do it, Harris," the gruff voice of Colonel Elias Vex whispered harshly into a broken man's ear. Quinn still had both of his eyes, and beneath the dirt and sweat was a face unscarred, but carrying the weight of sallow grief all the same. The loss of his wife and daughters was much fresher in his heart and mind and their face still retained distinguishing features in his memory.
"Slit her throat, Harris."
Quinn felt the weight of a colossal hand slap a knife against his chest with enough force to rock him back a little. He knew though, that was Vex's version of a soft tap. The titan of a man had enough strength in one hand to squish Quinn's head like a grape.
Quinn took the knife in his own hand and knelt down by the crying woman, eyes speaking odysseys of inhuman pain and torment. Twenty men had taken her, broken her and violated her. Quinn had been no exception.
It was a mercy to drag the knife across her throat. Her face went slack, her eyes dulled over and the dead weight of her figure fell with a thump onto the dirty ground.
"Congratulations, Harris. You've earned your fatigues at last."
Quinn was brought back to the present by the vague impression of Alyssa's voice. He had not heard what she had said, so he did not reply. He hadn't had a flashback that vivid for a long while. Alyssa had nearly been another body left in the dust, another throat slit. He wouldn't speak on the things that had been done to her, the things he had done and had let be done.
He realized he had been staring, and self-consciously looked down at the ground, clenching his hand into a fist beneath his poncho and nibbling at the cereal bar.
Florence Welch has an awesome voice. I love the song Breath of Life.
Also I love this.
Also I love this.
I can't believe I used to hate this band.
My internet is totally down for the next couple of days. Hopefully it will be resolved no later than Tuesday
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