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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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Dannie's voice dripped with malice and perverse glee as it came through the commlink.
"I want the alarms on. I want them to know I'm here."
Recompense moved into formation with the rest of the assembly, shock spear in hand. The hum of her mobile suit's Franken-reactor could be just barely heard by any suits directly adjacent to her as she rolled her shoulders.

All systems were optimal and she was more than ready to tear someone apart. She blew smoke from her nose as she worked the controls and double checked the harness keeping her locked into the seat. Everything was set, now she just needed something to break. She raised her shield in anticipation and brought her spear parallel with the ground. Her spear was a frightful thing, all cobbled together with a mess of electronics welded to the length of it, the last seven feet or so arcing with electricity as though the weapon itself were hungry for battle.

Dannie herself could hardly wait. There was nothing in existence that brought her more happiness than using her mobile suit. By herself, she was a crippled ex-pirate with no marketable skills that didn't involve violence. When she was strapped into the cockpit, she felt almost invincible. She might not have been a drug user, but she had an addiction of a different sort.
@Inkarnate lmao

So is the discord invite pm'd?
ooooh boy gimme those grimdark shenanigans

Gonna make an apprentice from the Southern Marsh like W A Y south
so far south he thinks the first thing you do to a dead body is knock out its teeth so it can't bite anyone if it rises again. A young man with a powerful aura of boogaloo about him.


@Opposition Thank you! I'll move it right over.


Annabella stepped calmly forward with her hands lifted in full view of everyone present. She made sure to move smoothly and stop well out of reach of the captain more to reassure him than for her own safety. She knew it was likely she would be able to escape unharmed, but she would rather avoid armed conflict if at all possible.The thought occured to the orc that perhaps using the native language would help ease tension. Familiarity brings comfort to most.
"For the record, Captain," she began in fluent, albeit heavily accented Caracan, "I did only arrived a few moments ago, but I can assure you that nothing of the sort has occured. The man you dragged away is the only one guilty of anything you described."

As much as the monk detested lying, it was far better than bloodshed. She gestured toward Karlus and continued, hands still raised. "My friend performed no magic. He merely informed the man you arrested that he would have to report his treason if he continued
There was a pause as she turned her head and locked eyes with the bartender. Hopefully he would hear her unspoken plea. With that, she turned her attention back to the captain.
"The bartender saw the whole thing and can verify everything I have said."
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