Jason got #rekt
JessieTargaryen
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6 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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@JDizzle383life is an asshole my friend. Do as I tell my dear Lyra every time something bad happens...
Punch it.
Punch it.
Dat SAO rp being up though...
I'm still around so I definitely wanna see this start going again!
@aladdin_sanejump the gun while in a situation involving guns rofl.
Anyways, Jason has plenty of time. The MP5 had an issue where it's charging lever usually had to be pulled once or twice more than the usual one to work. So, if Jason sees that then BOOM.
Or Pierre could join them like a good boy then politics the fuck out of it and do what he wants or some shit
Anyways, Jason has plenty of time. The MP5 had an issue where it's charging lever usually had to be pulled once or twice more than the usual one to work. So, if Jason sees that then BOOM.
Or Pierre could join them like a good boy then politics the fuck out of it and do what he wants or some shit
@Shoryu
And Sprayed shots that go Wild because you aren't used to the kickback are worthless shots my friend
And Sprayed shots that go Wild because you aren't used to the kickback are worthless shots my friend
@ShoryuHe's saying it would be useful to the group.
And one can survive an MP5 shot. It's not that high a calibur, however where Jason had his rifle aimed would not result in Pierre's survival
And one can survive an MP5 shot. It's not that high a calibur, however where Jason had his rifle aimed would not result in Pierre's survival
A loud boom echoed through the clearing and the dust near Pierre's kicked up suddenly from the impact of a large caliber bullet slamming into it. Jason stood there, loading another round and this time aiming at Pierre's chest. "I know you're about to run, you rich snob. But I wouldn't advise doing so. You see, the lady was right. We need to work together if we're going to survive through this. The Old World is gone buddy. Law, Order. The very things you used to gain your perceived power. Gone. That green paper you value, it's worthless now. Because with whatever other things this world conjures up, there will also be the murderers and looters running about. This is a New World. One that isn't ruled by how many friends you have or how much money you have. No, rather it's ruled by the man with the biggest Gun." Jason says as he glared down the man, his rifle not so much as quivering as he aimed it at the man in front of him.
"Now here's the thing, before you try something funny; my gun is certainly the bigger one out of you and me. So should you be thinking about shooting me right now, I'd discourage it. My rifle is locked and loaded. I pull the trigger and my bullet will tear a hole in your chest big enough for me to reach my arm through. Your rifle, and it's small caliber, would hurt yes, but I could survive unless you hit something vital. Not to mention you haven't pulled the charge lever and you've probably never shot before so your aim is most likely terrible. Mine isn't.
Speaking of your gun, I think it could help this group stay alive. I care about them because they will help each other. You? No I don't care about you. You're just a man who expects to be catered to. So here's what's going to happen. Either you pledge yourself to this group as an equal and pull your weight with us; and hand that gun over. Or you hand the gun over and strike out on your own to die. Should you try to shoot me, I'll blow a hole in your chest while you try to pull the charge lever to prepare to take me out. Should you make a run for it, I'll blow your leg off and take the gun from you as you crawl away. Then I'll leave you to survive or die on your own devices. I don't trust you or your kind, nor do I like you. So mark my words, this isn't a threat. It's a statement of your options right now. What will it be? . With that statement the boy turned to look at the guy with long hair and the revolver who was walking away. "Wait. We can get this group out, don't you want to help the others here? If so, then wait until he is going to hand his rifle over, you approach and take it from him. Keep your gun trained on him at all times until you reach him." Then Jason turns his gaze back upon Pierre.
"Now here's the thing, before you try something funny; my gun is certainly the bigger one out of you and me. So should you be thinking about shooting me right now, I'd discourage it. My rifle is locked and loaded. I pull the trigger and my bullet will tear a hole in your chest big enough for me to reach my arm through. Your rifle, and it's small caliber, would hurt yes, but I could survive unless you hit something vital. Not to mention you haven't pulled the charge lever and you've probably never shot before so your aim is most likely terrible. Mine isn't.
Speaking of your gun, I think it could help this group stay alive. I care about them because they will help each other. You? No I don't care about you. You're just a man who expects to be catered to. So here's what's going to happen. Either you pledge yourself to this group as an equal and pull your weight with us; and hand that gun over. Or you hand the gun over and strike out on your own to die. Should you try to shoot me, I'll blow a hole in your chest while you try to pull the charge lever to prepare to take me out. Should you make a run for it, I'll blow your leg off and take the gun from you as you crawl away. Then I'll leave you to survive or die on your own devices. I don't trust you or your kind, nor do I like you. So mark my words, this isn't a threat. It's a statement of your options right now. What will it be? . With that statement the boy turned to look at the guy with long hair and the revolver who was walking away. "Wait. We can get this group out, don't you want to help the others here? If so, then wait until he is going to hand his rifle over, you approach and take it from him. Keep your gun trained on him at all times until you reach him." Then Jason turns his gaze back upon Pierre.
Might make Jason take a shot at Pierre.
Edit: Jason quite literally took a shot at him.
Edit: Jason quite literally took a shot at him.
@aladdin_saneYour reference is beautiful.
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