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13 days ago
Current And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
2 mos ago
Just to be clear, I'm not actually sorry. 💅
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2 mos ago
Wtf have I done? @Poohead: In a parallel universe, I'm terribly sorry for imploding the status bar. But in this universe... well... I'm just terrible.
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2 mos ago
PSA: If anybody says, "Your body, my choice." to me, I will be utilizing that logic by dropkicking them in the nuts.
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2 mos ago
Trans rights will never stop being human rights.
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I'm not a /ˈɡōs(t)ˌrīdər/

I'm not a / person whose job it is to write material for someone else /




Beep beep imma sheep
said beep beep imma
pink sheep.
Baa mufuker baaa~
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<3


TL;DR




Back From Hiatus?

Not starting anything new.




Forgive me for my wrongs; I have just begun!

This Happened: Backrooms: The Thing that Breathes

Follow Along: Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past
What Started It All: The Dark Beyond
Origin Story: The Dark Beyond: Adventures in Candyland (Prequel)

With the script firmly in his hands, he stared blankly at the cover art he'd doodled. Wondering about the potential grammar mistakes he'd made. But instead of flipping through the pages curiously, he pulled the tablet to his chest and held it as if it was a stuffed animal. He'd finally realized that the majority of the people on stage weren't just a figment of his imagination and had become entirely embarrassed by his current state of existence. His drab unkempt sense of physical self.



I will rp here via pm or threads. I am not a fan of large groups. Small groups and 1x1s are prefered. I do not write smut/kink/ERP.

annnnnnnnd insert long wall o' text bio in 5, 4, 3... *coughs*


The. Sheep.
Was.
Here.






Love is worth fighting for.





bye bye bye

Most Recent Posts

Welcome to the guild~ you fit right in.
@Estylwen Snap, I can't believe I forgot that!

The radius is basically like a 2 or 5g mobile connection.

But he can't read people's thoughts, even if they do have the implant software.

He has to actually "send" and "accept" the messages, using a memory of what the irl user interface screen looks like.

Sorta like visual muscle memory.
@Estylwen I've been meaning to pm you about this!

But, just letting you know here, that Nick's CS has been updated to show all currently known augmentations.

If you think something needs further clarification, just let me know, so I can give a better explanation on things.
@Days Hey thanks!

It was a bit of a challenge typing up on my phone, but I'm happy overall with how it came out.

Well, no map has been sent yet. Mentioning the map was more of a soft augmentations explanation update.

But yeah, I'm hoping @Estylwen will grace us with a map, maybe let me edit an supposed artifact in... and us explore a bit, before we head out.

Sorry you're still having troubles. I hope your arm gets better soon!

@Estylwen Annnnd I'm working on my CS now. There will be limitations to Nick's mods. :p

@Estylwen Forgot to mention... if you'd like me to change anything, just lemme know. Including bed descriptions~ :p
@Estylwen Yes! He can send/receive messages telepathically, but think of it more like texting or mobile phone calls. It's connected to anyone with agent/museum access, not civilian randoms. So, more museum technology based, and not just his exposure to CDE.

I've been working to update Nick's augmentations in the cs and should be done in a few days. Hopefully by Friday. I'll pm/ping you once done. Just, it was either focus on the IC post or focus on the CS...I felt IC was more important.

Annnnnd I realize it's technically a tube, but Nick is actually silly goose (believe it or not) and thought of it more as a "space" bed, than just a tube.

I had imagined said tube to be at least a 30% angle, not straight upright. Idky, but I did xD; which is why he sat up
Frustration
...

had set in a long time ago. Worry was equally involved. But rapid eye movement was the only shuffling Nick Bergman currently did. Was he dead? No, but certain people within the desecrated walls of what was left of The Louvre, certainly hoped he was. Not out of hate, malice, or any level of animosity towards their agent. But out of sheer pity for the shenanigans currently going on within the world.






4,000 miles away...

French government was normally complacent with The Louvre's sole containment of supernatural antiquity, within France's borders. But had arrested several key Louvre members regarding HiveMind's attack last year. Well, the ones who hadn't been kidnapped, escaped through the once glass pyramid, or lacking signs of rigor mortis.

Prisoner in holding cell 58R, was quiet. Except for the repetitive tapping of his left heel. Wiped some sweat from his brow then sunk his face deep into his hands. The frustration had sunk in a long time ago, but no other emotion pestered him at the moment. The Frenchman hated sitting here doing absolutely nothing, while the world around him had fallen completely apart- again. Just as he was about to stand and pace, the jingling of keys and hurried footsteps echoed from down the hall.

Frenchman swore under his breath, "Dammit, Nicholas." As he sat there mentally twiddling his thumbs. But wondering exactly what his fate was, regarding the battle with HiveMind, was the least of his concern. A cover-up? Talks of treason? The situation had gone from desperate to insane in less than 72 hours... and all because of one fuck up- the domino effect.



Wake Up

If the world is ending...




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Distorted thoughts danced softly about like white noise. They intertwined with broken speech off in the distance. Exactly how long had he been unconscious? Sleep seemed nice and comforting, but there was a job to do. Commotion made him lazily blink both eyes open. Took in the ceiling's features as he stared nonchalantly listening to robotic pestering... Had he been hospitalized? Hopefully, he'd been taken to the correct secret HiveMind facility...

Surrounding voices indicated that the girls were okay. It was a little odd not hearing security rush in, now that they were awake. So, maybe Thierry was right with the calculations. Closed his eyes again, almost pretending to be asleep. Had the girls noticed? Didn't seem like it. There was no rush in finding the stolen artifact just yet. So he fidgeted mentally, examining his augmentations.

As suspected, the mind controller exe had been tampered with. An internal sigh washed over him, as he turned certain features back off. But overriding Von's complete control right now, would indicate self awareness. Stealth was necessary with this job, so he played dumb and left certain overrides off.

Seemed like Von Galloes wanted to play dictator, but trouble makers never truly followed orders... Left wrist felt bare without his watch, but a few slight snaps of where the augmentations were, indicated no foul play by the supreme ruler's medical team. Hopefully, they wouldn't be expecting its use. Absolutely hated having the mercenary augmentations... at first. But over time, he planned to use the ones he had, in full force.

The troubled archeologist thought to himself, Being able to turn off sharp pain... Why didn't I use this feature sooner? Carefully, a thin cranial probe behind his right ear was pulled at. It slid out easily, and with modAI turned on, no screaming to alarm the girls. He'd have to see a Louvre doctor after this, to double check his internal injuries. But at least for now, major pain wasn't an issue.

Gingerly sat upright and dangled his feet over the space bed. It was weird watching the visual augmentations monitor everybody's movement. Listing docility... It felt like cheating back in high school. Quickly moved his lingered gaze from ominous flashing, "You girls alright?" He questioned a little to calmly, with a warm smile about his expression.

His primary concern was the girls, but still politely questioned Axen and... the ominously labeled strange man, as well, "What about you three?" Then added, "I don't think we're gonna have too many problems getting outta here, but, if we're where I think we are, getting lost is a real possibility."

If sent properly, a message should have popped up in Nova's vision, Can your augmentations handle live maps? He'd never used this part of the messages interface before, opting to ignore Thierry's previous pestering.

Once he finally got off the medical bed to give Cosy a hug, he winked over at Anna, "Hey, thanks for waking us up back there. My aim was fucking terrible." Still speaking a little too calmly, or was he just that confident with himself? A soft smile played around the corner of his mouth, as he answered Nova's question, "I'm doing alright."

Was it really cocky confidence or just protective preparation?
@WhiteAngel25 Alrighty then! Thanks for letting me know so soon! I hope irl clears up for you soon! ♡

@Estylwen Just a gentle reminder that I'm going to be making my post on my tiny af phone. Hopefully, I won't run into too many problems. But I'll pm you, if I do. 🙏
If white can't go this time, I'm willing to jump in!
@Days I'd rather wait until the next round. I'll feel less stressed going last, but thanks though! I've always been this way in a group setting, lol, but idky. Nick is unconscious atm anyways, so is all good. 👍

And I totally didn't missed you too! 😈 😊
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