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.
@Ammokkx Lyra and Lockon have been a bit busy. Hence the speed of the collab. I'm also aiming to bring Rusty in during the collab.
@Ammokkx Does this count as saying something? Cause it's on page 56.
Looking on this, it sounds a bit rude. I do apologize if it is perceived that way, I do not intend it to be rude. Just pointing out that I did, in fact, say something.
@Ammokkx Well, two of us got busy unexpectedly. At the moment it is only Lock, Lyra, and Rusty needing to get their combat post in then it will be posted. At the moment is seems Lockon is the one taking a while.
My apologies guys. I wouldn't have tried for this collaboration if I knew people would take this long. I'll take the blame here. As far as I know, we are all still interested in being part of this.
@Ariamis Since, as I said, I am trying to introduce Rusty with the collab as well because he's on Doom Sqaud; it might take a bit before we are ready to go. So move on ahead. We can catch up!
@Fubsy Gonna need to know how far. Because a max range of 60 feet as her farthest reaching ability doesn't seem that bad to me, honestly. So I'm gonna need an idea what you're looking for.
@Fubsy Keep in mind that her physical prowess is shit tier. She's not particularly fast, or strong.
I'll remove the shape-shifting, and I'm willing to nerf telekinesis to where she can lift and drop small cars. (I.e. A Fiat).
Other than that, I'd like to know what kind of nerfs you had in mind.
I would like to request I keep the shapeshifting, but limit it only to the appearances I previously stated in the CS. No more, no less.
If you're still bent on me removing it despite the only benefit it providing is getting away from pursuers easier, then I'll look for something else to replace it.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
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.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>