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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 throaty laugh came through the commlink as she approached the newcomer, the spear in Recompense's hand still dripping with molten plasteel. It took conscious effort, but eventually she took her hand off the big red button hooked up to her thruster array as she adjusted to the fact that he wasn't another target.
"Next step?" she replied, the scrap of a lighter's flint audible from her end, "Keep breakin' shit 'till the Captain says to do somethin' else. She mentioned we're gonna nab a ship, though."
She couldn't help the pang of disappointment as she surveyed the battlefield and found the conflict was over just as it began. Battles were so much less fun these days. Always too many mobile suits to fight or too few to offer a challenge. She took solace in the fact that if this little rebellion actually got off the ground a bit more, there was sure to be many, many more fights to come. The burning in her soul could only be staved off for so long with dreams of blood and glory before she needed to be in the midst of carnage. The ex pirate took a moment to mentally catalog the assembled crew. Cathrida, Laika, and that cheeky ass clown who closed the shutter on her. At least there was something of value to be found in this motley crew other than meat shields. If anyone knew what they were doing, it was Cathrida and Dannie knew she'd lead them, if nothing else, to a death worth dying.
Sounds fun

I'm down to clown
Renar @the party whenever they find evidence of monster activity

Renar narrowed his gaze at the disturbingly fresh food and prodded the barrel it rested on with his foot. He sniffed the air around the food but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Of course the obvious answer to why there was food out is that someone else was nearby but that didn't explain why they had left all this food just lying around outside unprotected where other animals could get to it or it could be stolen. Perhaps it was bait of some kind? If so, why was it sitting on a barrel? Perhaps it was meant for something tall? For a human? Was it poisoned? Unlikely. Bandits would be far more likely to poison a blade than try and bait a person as one would a rat.

His thoughts were interrupted by a desperate cry from inside the castle and a shout. The shout sounded like the Nazairi mercenary but the war cry was unknown to him. The castle was occupied after all and it seemed the inhabitants were not happy about having trespassers. The scout looked to Avery with pursed lips and glanced in the direction of the commotion, then back to her, then back to the shouting, and shook his head vigorously. As much confidence as he had in the mercenary and her ability to take care of what sounded like one starving vagrant, he had no wish to risk his own life for some misplaced sense of honor or loyalty to a cause he didn't even know existed until a few weeks ago. There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity and Renar was of the mind that it was best not to approach it at all lest he find himself having crossed it by accident.
I'm still here.
Kay felt the folding tablet in her back pocket buzz twice. Someone had pinged her, one of her closer friends, if they could reach her there. But whoever it was would have to wait
“Kay”
“Shit.”
She stiffened when she heard her employer call her name. Seems she was more just in plain sight and less than hidden in it than she thought. She used the excuse of filling a styrofoam cup with bargain brand coffee to stall for time until she was forced to turn around. It felt like everyone was staring intently and directly at her though, logically, she knew few people would even bother glancing in her direction. Still too many. She did her best not to grimace as she watched Serena ham it up with her not so subtle antics. Still, Serena’s announcement did give her an out from this social interaction. She nodded once and started walking briskly toward the elevator. The coffee in her hand didn’t even make it to the other side of the room and was discarded in a small bin by the table with a pitcher of cucumber water upscale hotels seem so fond of. Her pocket buzzed again but she elected to ignore it once more.

“I’ll get started on setup right away.”
She did her best impression of a polite smile as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button. Once inside, she sighed and ran a hand over her face.
“Why is she like this?”
Kay had little time to ponder the question before the elevator dinged and opened on her floor. She made her way to the suite and decided to see who was pinging her and what they wanted. Fishing the tablet out of her pocket, she flicked it open with practiced finesse and scanned her latest alerts. Mostly the same old same old but two messages in particular caught her attention. Both from her friend, Flux Shaman and both had come in with unusually strong signals. Interesting. She would have to investigate that later, but for now she returned the messages with a quick reply.

"𝕙𝕖𝕪𝕪𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝! 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟" <<<
"𝕠𝕟 𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖" <<<
"𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟" <<<
"𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕦 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣" <<<
...<<<


Putting her notifications on silent for the moment, she set about getting everything ready.
Microphone? Check.
Camera? Check.
That dramatic lighting Serena always insisted on? ...Check.
Now they needed an audience. Kay grabbed her colossal "laptop" from her room, making sure to hook up her security hardware before she allowed it to receive any wireless signals. She sent notices out to all the usual underground forums and chat rooms of ill repute about the impending announcement and what time to expect Petrukov’s digital appearance. Replies came flooding in only minutes after the posts and Kay decided that was good enough for now. All that was left was to make sure their security was up to snuff and that’s just what she did, clacking away at her keyboard as she locked the stream down like good ol’ Knox. No one would get to their system without some major digital muscles to flex. Even still, Kay went about double, triple, and quadruple checking everything just to be sure.
@Fetzen same here
@Lugubrious I have a couple ideas

Broker
An epithet that allows the user to "buy" and "sell" other epithets. Essentially, they can temporarily steal another epithet, but the catch is they can only hold one at a time and must return the current epithet to its owner before snagging another. They can also temporarily switch the epithets of other people.

Byway
The user isn't forced to use any of the "main roads" of life. This grants the user the ability to create various types of spacial byways including linked portals that allow travel between them and static portals that go straight through solid objects.
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