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Current It's called the circle of life because life is pointless.
6 yrs ago
"I should go." - Commander Shepard
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6 yrs ago
Towels can’t tell jokes. They have a dry sense of humour.
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6 yrs ago
I want to travel to Prague so I can Czech it off the list of places to visit.
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6 yrs ago
I ordered 1000 kilograms of Chinese soup. It was wonton.
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Lance shrugged as he followed Skye in, trying to ignore the strange looks the town's inhabitants were giving him. "What's wrong with my armour? It used to be standard issue for UEGNC Marines until 2832. My amour's old but reliable, and I'm pretty happy with that." He followed his companion to a wooden building with a sign that read 'The Happy Dragon'. "The Happy Dragon? That's a pretty shitty name." Nonetheless, he pushed its wooden doors open and entered, greeted by the sight of a lively interior.

Of course, it went silent when everyone saw him. Lance gave a halfhearted wave, and a few more seconds passed before the noise resumed like nothing had happened. The mercenary sighed and pulled out a barstool and sat on it, the wood audibly creaking under his weight. "Hey, bartender!" He shouted, catching the attention of a young man, currently in the process of cleaning a silver tankard. The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "What can I get you?"

"The strongest shit you have."

The bartender set the tankard down and retreated backstage to presumably prepare something very alcoholic. Lance then heard Skye speak. "I hope that you've at least brought some money. I'm not buying you a drink."

He froze. It hadn't occurred to him that these backwater people may not use Credits as their currency. "Aw, shit. What kind of money do you people use?"
FULL LIFE CONSEQUENCES

Seems fun.
Lance took one look at the 'town' and scoffed. "This is your hometown? It's kind of small, don't you think?" He said, stopping in front of the gate. "At least it isn't Valkyrie's colonial camp..." He muttered under his breath. He had been hired to take out some dangerous alien wildlife on a new colony world. The ship that had landed on the new planet was used as the base for colonial operations, and a small base was formed a fair distance away from the ship. With limited supplies, living conditions weren't that good. Plus, the colony ship was sent by a private company, not the UEG, which explained why it was lacklustre compared to the well-supplied UEG colonial efforts.

The mercenary scanned the perimeter once more, then turned to the woman, Skye. "Yeah, is there a bar or something around here? I could really, really use a drink right now."
Hey, sorry if I haven't been posting. My neck's been aching like crazy since yesterday, but it's better now, so I should be able to get a post up by tonight (GMT+8).


Level 1
Day One, Evening
Tetris Castle Briefing Room - Ragnavial, Kingdom of Erion, Altus
Interaction: @DracoLunaris
Mention: @Holy Soldier @Etherean Fire @Simple Unicycle


Gordon followed Guile into the briefing room and took a seat. He took in all the information as fast as his analytical mind would allow, folding his arms as he processed it. Apparently, the Mugen Virus had already spread to another universe known as 'Altus'. The verse was home to the Kingdom of Erion, which in turn was divided into multiple nations. The mission was going to take place in the nation of Ragnavial. Crystal weapons called Psyphers, which absorb Phozons, given off when a person died. The technology there was limited to a medieval scale, and magic was the dominant power.

From what Gordon understood, the gathered heroes had to go in and save someone known as Princess Gwendolyn, the daughter of Demon Lord Odin, the ruler of Ragnavial. He had killed the fairy queen Elfaria to possess the ring and used the cauldron to conquer all of Erion, but he was overcome by madness. Just before losing his sanity, he locked his daughter away in a castle with the Ring Titrel, a magical ring that controls a cauldron that can either doom the world or bring eternal peace. The heroes were supposed to go in, rescue the princess, recover the ring, and undo the chaos.

Even then, Gordon found it pretty hard to understand, but went along with it. He had been put into stasis by the G-Man after the Black Mesa Incident, and awoken more than two decades later to save Earth from the Combine. Or, as Gordon saw it, four incredibly busy days. He hadn't had much sleep, either, and was fueled by coffee and an endless desire to survive. But travelling to another dimension, retreiving a relic and saving a princess?

Sounded easy enough.

The gathered heroes in the room were then assigned to various teams, each member's face flashing on the screen along with their name. Gordon paid close attention to this. He waited until he was assigned to a team, then let out a silent sigh. He was placed with Mario. The guy who had started the food fight and threw a table at him. Sure, he wasn't happy, but he knew what he was capable of. His other teammates were Fox McCloud, whom Gordon recognised as another legend, Garrett, a master theif from what he understood, and the fish lady named Naija. The team was lead by the last one. Freeman glanced over at her. She didn't really look like leader material, being a mere five feet in height, but he wasn't one to judge. Besides, he knew never to underestimate someone or something. Take headcrabs, for example. They were around the size of a house cat, but those things were vicious.

The briefing over, Gordon headed over to floor 49 using the Warp Elevator, where he received a vaccine that supposedly granted him immunity to the effects of the Mugen Virus. Following this, he headed over to the teleporter room and stood in front of the glowing portal, ready to begin another adventure. He took a breath, adjusted his glasses, made sure his suit was on correctly, and jumped in.

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Gordon reemerged in a forest of sorts, a large stone structure looming in the distance. He looked around and located his leader, the fish girl. She was sitting on a large boulder, seemingly waiting for the arrival of her team. Walking over, he greeted her with a polite nod. His face scrunched up in disgust when he found that she smelled like fish. Taking a step back, be turned away and pulled out his pistol and inspected it. He pulled out the magazine and checked how much ammo he had, before slamming it back in and cocking the weapon, the hammer sliding back into place with a click. With that done, he holstered it in its usual place on his thigh.

Sure, his pistol did an abysmal amount of damage, but with its almost lack of recoil and fire rate, it made for a deadly weapon in the hands of a skilled user. He favoured it over most other weapons in his arsenal, except his trusty shotgun and handy crowbar, the latter of which had grown on him since Black Mesa.
@Holy Soldier Still considering it.
"Wow, you're taking this in a lot better than I thought." Cutter said, sounding rather relieved. He glanced back at Lance, who was still facing away from the both of them. According to blood pressure and brain scans, he was pissed off as hell. The A.I. sighed. "I'm Cutter. I'm a standard artificial intelligence construct assigned to my partner over there." He gestured over to the mercenary. By now, Lance had begun to begrudgingly follow her lead. Cutter seemed to glide along with him, though Lance remained silent. Once more, silence reigned supreme, and Cutter awkwardly scratched his neck. That is, of course, until Lance finally spoke.

"Lance." He introduced himself reluctantly. He seemed to have cooled down somewhat. "Lance Carter. I'm a freelance mercenary. Former United Earth Government Naval Command Marine. Left because the pay wasn't good." It wasn't much, but small talk did help him to cool down. "How much further is this town of yours?"
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