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STATUS: It's called the circle of life because life is pointless. 6 yrs ago
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It's called the circle of life because life is pointless.
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"I should go." - Commander Shepard
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Towels can’t tell jokes. They have a dry sense of humour.
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I want to travel to Prague so I can Czech it off the list of places to visit.
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I ordered 1000 kilograms of Chinese soup. It was wonton.
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PlanetSide 2: Watch as small skirmishes between two squads over a small base evolve into massive battles with everyone on the server endlessly murdering each other.
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"Whoa, whoa!" Graves immediately placed his hand on Ash's shoulder when she shot up and smashed into the ceiling. Then, he raised an eyebrow at her mention of hair. She always did have a fascination with her red hair, and she kept it as long as regulations would allow. Which is to say, shoulder-level. Graves let out a loose chuckle. "Are you having ridiculous nightmares again?" He asked. "Were you fighting a crazy barber drone this time?"
However, his genuine laughter turned into a nervous chuckle when she asked who he was. She kept asking about names like 'Clarrik' and 'Ryne', or something like that. This time, he put his other hand on her. "Uh, I'm Graves. Ethan Graves. You know, your bunkmate?" He sighed and stepped closer. "You're on the Interloper right now, remember?"
Then he noticed that there was something else wrong with her. There was nothing but pure terror in her usual emerald eyes. Ash wasn't one to show fear very often. "Hey, are you feeling alright?" He asked, concerned. Maybe the weeks of nonstop fighting had finally gotten to her, or the wound she received the previous day was something else entirely. "Do you want to visit the infirmary for a while?"
Eyes still darting around her unfamiliar surroundings and the man, she growled in frustration. Just where the hell was she? And why was it so fucking cold? Yeah, she had fought on several frozen ice cubes before, but she was in her armour, which had regulated temperature via thermal gel layer. It was almost like that time she took a trip to Asgard, and that entire planet was frozen over, except several terraformed spots for human civilisation.
"Serenei? Serenei, are you...are you alright?" Ash suddenly heard the man say, and she refocuses her gaze on him. "What is wrong? What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" The now-brunette almost yelled. "Hey, asshole. I should be asking you that question." She took a few angry steps towards him. "Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I? And what the fuck is going on?!"
The door suddenly opened, and a young girl appeared, saying that she had come to wake Ash up, before stopping dead in her tracks, apologising, and back paddling out.
"Serenei?" The man asked, taking a step towards her. Ash instinctively raised her fists.
"Don't fucking touch me. Who's Serenay or Serenai or whatever?"
However, his genuine laughter turned into a nervous chuckle when she asked who he was. She kept asking about names like 'Clarrik' and 'Ryne', or something like that. This time, he put his other hand on her. "Uh, I'm Graves. Ethan Graves. You know, your bunkmate?" He sighed and stepped closer. "You're on the Interloper right now, remember?"
Then he noticed that there was something else wrong with her. There was nothing but pure terror in her usual emerald eyes. Ash wasn't one to show fear very often. "Hey, are you feeling alright?" He asked, concerned. Maybe the weeks of nonstop fighting had finally gotten to her, or the wound she received the previous day was something else entirely. "Do you want to visit the infirmary for a while?"
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Eyes still darting around her unfamiliar surroundings and the man, she growled in frustration. Just where the hell was she? And why was it so fucking cold? Yeah, she had fought on several frozen ice cubes before, but she was in her armour, which had regulated temperature via thermal gel layer. It was almost like that time she took a trip to Asgard, and that entire planet was frozen over, except several terraformed spots for human civilisation.
"Serenei? Serenei, are you...are you alright?" Ash suddenly heard the man say, and she refocuses her gaze on him. "What is wrong? What's the matter?"
"What's the matter? What's the matter?!" The now-brunette almost yelled. "Hey, asshole. I should be asking you that question." She took a few angry steps towards him. "Who the hell are you? Where the hell am I? And what the fuck is going on?!"
The door suddenly opened, and a young girl appeared, saying that she had come to wake Ash up, before stopping dead in her tracks, apologising, and back paddling out.
"Serenei?" The man asked, taking a step towards her. Ash instinctively raised her fists.
"Don't fucking touch me. Who's Serenay or Serenai or whatever?"
@ayzrules Hey, sorry about the wait. I was having one hell of a busy week.
At what she assumed was exactly 0630 hours, Ash's eyelids blinked open. She blinked several more times before coming to her senses, and took a breath. That was when she immediately noticed something. For one, the air smelled different than the usual sterile recycled air on ships, and it smelled rather woody, and crisp. Not noticing anything that amiss yet, she shifted in her sheets, and that was when she noticed that they were much softer and warm than the hard mattress and thin blanket of standard bunks. Anxiety setting in, she hastily looked around, and immediately noticed that she wasn't in her bunk at all. In fact, she didn't even know where she was. Of course, it took her a few more seconds to finally notice the additional warmth next to her. Turning, she noticed that there was a man lying next to her, fast asleep.
"What the fuck?!" Ash cried, kicking up her blankets as she attempted to escape, but only ended up rolling off her side of the bed and landing on the floor with a thud. However, her combat training kicked in, and she was back on her feet in an instant. She raised her fists in a combat stance. "Hey! What the hell is-" She suddenly clamped her hands over her mouth when she noticed something very wrong, something that emanated from her and yet seemed so foreign at the same time.
That wasn't her voice.
Eyes widening, she examined her shaking hands, which also weren't hers. She slowly looked down and noticed that she was wearing an absurdly soft sleeping gown. She tested it, and found that it was made of authentic silk. Of course, she couldn't really be certain, considering that silk belonged in a museum, and all fabric was synthetic, anyway. Shaking her head to brush these thoughts away and focus on the situation on hand, she glared at the awoken form of the man. "Alright, tell me where the fuck I am, who the fuck you are, and what the fuck happened to me, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" As she did this, she noticed a lock of light brown hair fall into view. It was too long for her. She would probably get it cut later.
At precisely 0630 hours, the lights in every single bunk blinked on, signalling the start of another dutiful day. Similarly, Graves' own grey eyes also blinked open, and he repeated this action as his eyes adjusted to the light. Yawning, he kicked off the sheets and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched and stared at the bunk above. "Hey, Ash, you awake?" He asked, only to get no response. Which was strange, considering that Ashley somehow always woke up at the exact moment the clock struck 0630.
Graves stood up and reached out to give his bunkmate a light shove. "Come on, Ash, time to wake up." He gave her another shove after a few more seconds of unresponsiveness. "Ash?"
"What the fuck?!" Ash cried, kicking up her blankets as she attempted to escape, but only ended up rolling off her side of the bed and landing on the floor with a thud. However, her combat training kicked in, and she was back on her feet in an instant. She raised her fists in a combat stance. "Hey! What the hell is-" She suddenly clamped her hands over her mouth when she noticed something very wrong, something that emanated from her and yet seemed so foreign at the same time.
That wasn't her voice.
Eyes widening, she examined her shaking hands, which also weren't hers. She slowly looked down and noticed that she was wearing an absurdly soft sleeping gown. She tested it, and found that it was made of authentic silk. Of course, she couldn't really be certain, considering that silk belonged in a museum, and all fabric was synthetic, anyway. Shaking her head to brush these thoughts away and focus on the situation on hand, she glared at the awoken form of the man. "Alright, tell me where the fuck I am, who the fuck you are, and what the fuck happened to me, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" As she did this, she noticed a lock of light brown hair fall into view. It was too long for her. She would probably get it cut later.
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At precisely 0630 hours, the lights in every single bunk blinked on, signalling the start of another dutiful day. Similarly, Graves' own grey eyes also blinked open, and he repeated this action as his eyes adjusted to the light. Yawning, he kicked off the sheets and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stretched and stared at the bunk above. "Hey, Ash, you awake?" He asked, only to get no response. Which was strange, considering that Ashley somehow always woke up at the exact moment the clock struck 0630.
Graves stood up and reached out to give his bunkmate a light shove. "Come on, Ash, time to wake up." He gave her another shove after a few more seconds of unresponsiveness. "Ash?"
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Stellaris: Build a vast interstellar empire with a massive fleet and declare war, then watch it get destroyed by waves of enemy corvettes.
Destiny: Halo but with space magic.
@ayzrules Basically yes. Not sure when I'll be able to reply. I'm still kind of sick.
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