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2 yrs ago
Current Ma! The sex roleplayers are being weird in the advanced tab again, Ma!
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4 yrs ago
Stack sats, print gats, distill vats, feed cats
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4 yrs ago
We here at Cyberdine Systems have heard your demands and we answer your cries with "BullyBot". With the push of a button you can now automate all of your cyberbullying. The future is here. Embrace it.
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4 yrs ago
>using the phrase "normie" unironically
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4 yrs ago
They always ask me, "What the fuck are you doing!?" but never, "How the fuck you doing?"
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@Loo Tenant she told him to babysit the rest of the party including Adrian lmao get fucked

#warriorgang4lyfe

@Stormflyx it's real angsty hours in the Terminus system
One human adept who's allergic to people? I got you boss.

>tfw the data's encrypted

Tulvar


@Loo Tenant @josephb
Tulvar smirked, looking down at the cocky little Imperial both figuratively and literally. He was at least half a foot taller than the man and broader by a considerable margin.
"Children, eh? Bold words for a man who was suckling his mother's teet while I wiped the blood of highwaymen from my face."
He chuckled, amused at Adrian's overconfidence, and turned to Flavia expectantly.
"I'm ready to move out on your order."

He may have seemed the type to bristle at the idea of taking orders, but he'd been around long enough and been with enough mercenary groups to see things fall apart when one hothead thinks he should go off on his own. Admittedly, Tulvar used to be that hothead. He'd since mellowed with age, seemingly by the grace of Mara herself, and reserved his rebellious tendencies for when a group leader was acting like a daft cunt.
Tulvar about to stuff the others in chests and call them out for being nerds
It's real mage bullying hours over at Skingrad HQ
Always been a Mass Effect fan
@XMEGAVENOMX Where? I don't see any links.
Tulvar


The heavy footfalls of the Nord in plate signaled his approach before he even touched the door. He was on the larger side, even for a Nord, and had to turn just slightly to fit his massive shoulders through the doorway. He sported an impressive beard of a shade just darker than honey and adorned by a few iron beads. Strapped to his back was a weighty battle axe and as if that wasn't enough, he carried a sword on his hip. He glanced around at the group assembled and made no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes as they passed over the Dunmer. To Flavia, the obvious leader of the party, he nodded respectfully.

"Apologies," he said, with a voice low and rumbling like far off thunder, "I took a wrong turn."

Flavia held herself like a true warrior and he had no doubt she would be a great ally. The others gave him pause, however. An assortment of soft archers, softer mages, and diplomats who appeared softer still. It seemed they had bucket of milksops with two ingots. Either their cuts would grow or the company would hire actual warriors rather than stick shakers and game hunters playing mercenary; both outcomes suited him just fine.
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