Flan, Dark Wraith, and Newt are the only confirmed ones I believe. Shadow Shot is also working for them for hire.
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STATUS: Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason. 9 yrs ago
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Opening a jar of honey didn't go so well. Washed most of it off, but my wrists are still sticky for some reason.
9 yrs ago
Summer is sooooo sheeeeeeeeeeeet
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9 yrs ago
Finally have decent internet. Got connected to the National Broadband Network, see. With this speed, I can finally rule the world.
9 yrs ago
You know that rabbit I mentioned? Turns out there's 3 of them.
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9 yrs ago
So, there's this rabbit outside my house, and I'm not sure what to do with it. It sits there sometimes, eating grass and staring into space. It isn't mine, though, so it runs off when we approach.
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Oh right, I almost forgot. 66 pages of OOC is pretty impressive, and we have around a 1:10 ratio of IC to OOC, which is also pretty impressive in its consistency.
D: I gave you FOUR HOURS.....
@Lord Santa and i wouldn't go that far, but i cant say that spot aint uncomfortable ;3
Have you seen my bio?
At any rate, you may have given us four hours, but I have loftier ambitions...
And also, stop that.
*captures post 6 of page 66*
Are you the devil?
"Well, we gotta finish 'em first then. I have potions, so it should be fine." Steven said, pushing into the bush to spy again. "Actually, wait a sec."
As Steven watched, the leader led the remainder to his group onto a nearby mysterious helicopter.
"Huh, where are they going?" Steven wondered aloud.
Steven was a little confused. The team had just suddenly left, leaving their men behind, which made no real sense to Steven. He hadn't seen any signs of hesitation at all. Did they think nothing of their men? That couldn't be the case, because Steven's plan had worked. Obviously, they would've cared.
Nevertheless, team Nexus was gone for now. Steven's objective was technically completed. Despite that, Steven felt bummed out for missing out on a possible fight with someone who wasn't a complete chump.
Steven retreated from the bushes and caught up to Alex as Tim also appeared and landed on Steven's head. Queen bumbled to his side, slightly confused as to the result. Steven put a reassuring hand on his new friend, gently patting the combee.
"You did good, Queen."
Queen buzzed contentedly and Tim cooed in approval.
"Anyway," Steven said, turning to Alex. "For some reason, the remaining guys just got on a helicopter, and I have no idea why."
They could see the helicopter now, before it flew off into the distance. Steven stared at it as it went off, still wondering why they left as he talked.
"I mean, they left their guys behind." Steven said, gesturing towards the unconscious grunts. "What's up with that?"
@AbysmalDemon
As Steven watched, the leader led the remainder to his group onto a nearby mysterious helicopter.
"Huh, where are they going?" Steven wondered aloud.
Steven was a little confused. The team had just suddenly left, leaving their men behind, which made no real sense to Steven. He hadn't seen any signs of hesitation at all. Did they think nothing of their men? That couldn't be the case, because Steven's plan had worked. Obviously, they would've cared.
Nevertheless, team Nexus was gone for now. Steven's objective was technically completed. Despite that, Steven felt bummed out for missing out on a possible fight with someone who wasn't a complete chump.
Steven retreated from the bushes and caught up to Alex as Tim also appeared and landed on Steven's head. Queen bumbled to his side, slightly confused as to the result. Steven put a reassuring hand on his new friend, gently patting the combee.
"You did good, Queen."
Queen buzzed contentedly and Tim cooed in approval.
"Anyway," Steven said, turning to Alex. "For some reason, the remaining guys just got on a helicopter, and I have no idea why."
They could see the helicopter now, before it flew off into the distance. Steven stared at it as it went off, still wondering why they left as he talked.
"I mean, they left their guys behind." Steven said, gesturing towards the unconscious grunts. "What's up with that?"
@AbysmalDemon
@Lord Santa
Deep Ground doesn't get erased from your memory. It's only removed from your chip permanently, ensuring you can never play it again.
Ah, right. Let me fix that.
Tim Blackthorn
Tim arrived at his home and flopped onto his bed. Dropping his bag wearily, he sighed contentedly into his bed sheet. Comforts were only good because of the hard work you do to earn them, and flopping onto your bed after a hard day of school was an experience hardly matched by anything. All good things had to come to an end, however, and Tim quickly got up.
"Right, time for lunch!" Tim said.
Tim got the cooking utensils out and started the stove. Yes, he'd had lunch at school, but an extra lunch didn't hurt him much. He'd started having extra lunches last year, and he'd grown taller and stronger. Nutrients made him grow, after all. He grabbed some materials from the pantry and began cooking. It was just some generic meat and vegetables, but it would be tasty. After all, he'd made it. It would be good because he'd done it himself. If you worked hard for it, you'd enjoy it. It was probably how farmers were. You farm crops with machines nowadays, but the effort made it seem all the more fulfilling. Perhaps this was something lost due to current times.
Tim sat down at his table to eat his meat and vegetables, scarfing them down enthusiastically. In the back of his mind, Tim thought about Deep Ground. Even on the first days he'd played it, something seemed a little wrong with it.
The people who played were teenagers, forced to kill each other in order to secure their futures. It was strange, considering that murder is a heavy crime. Sure, they were only killing virtual people, and it was uninstalled when you turned 18, but it seemed wrong for a society to tell you killing was wrong and then force you to kill your peers in order to build a future. And besides, there were few stops in Deep Ground to prevent players from enacting 'illegal' activities.
To Tim's mind, Deep Ground was very cut throat. Essentially, it would be easy to get a good living if one was cunning enough. Tim believed that if people worked hard enough, they'd be good in life, and if he thought about it, he would find that Deep Ground clashed with his beliefs. The fact of the matter was, though, he didn't think about it, and there was another point.
Why was it that a video game dictated how one would live in society? Try as he might, Tim couldn't see how it would be for anyone's benefit in the end. It might train up their reflexes, but why would you need reflexes? There was hardly any reason to fight in today's society, so it seemed strange that the development of their children would center around fighting.
This was all in the back of Tim's head though, and it swiftly disappeared. Like all children, he'd been taught that it was a central part of life. He didn't consciously question it, and even now, his life revolved around it like many others.
Tim checked the clock and cocked his head, thinking for a few minutes.
"Hm... Karate training's at 8:00 ish." He said. "That means I got a few hours of Deep Ground, I suppose."
Tim washed up and lay back on his bed, activating the interface. The familiar countdown chimed and soon, he was lost in the digital world.
Welcome, Silver Streaker
There were a few reasons Steven chose that particular bush. It was big enough to hide in, for one. The second reason was that it was on the outside of their 'ring of silence', as he'd like to describe it. They have to be silent in it, and it silences enemies. The third reason for picking the bush was because it seemed roomy enough to shift in.
Peeking out of the bush, he could see the Nexus grunts coming up. 4, just like he'd predicted. As they approached the ring, Steven turned back around. It occurred to him that he'd never made a signal to attack for Alex, but Steven just assumed he'd cover his back. He'd have to, anyway, otherwise the plan would go pretty pear-shaped.
Soon, the grunts trudged into the ring and saw their unconscious team mates.
"Larry! Dave!" One of them cried.
As the crew rushed in to help their fallen team mates, Steven and Queen emerged from the bushes and Tim came down from the trees.
"Tim, do it! Queen, gust!" Steven yelled. "Alex, get 'em!"
As he did, he pointed Queen towards the back grunt on the left while Tim swooped the one on the right. The right grunt turned around just in time to catch Tim's swooping peck right in the face. Before the left grunt could even fully turn, Queen's gust blew towards him, wrapping around his legs and throwing him off his feet. As the grunt flew, Steven ran in. The right grunt was only off balance, but that would soon be fixed.
As the right grunt tried to right himself, Steven jumped and extended his feet, sailing towards the off-balance bandit feet-first. Reaching the grunt, both of Steven's feet smashed into the grunt's face, knocking the grunt several feet backwards. Steven himself fell to the floor with a light thump. Gentle, compared to what he'd just done, and compared to what he was about to do.
Steven got up quickly and ran up to the downed grunt. He raised his foot and let down an almighty stomp, straight into the grunt's testicles. As the grunt cried in pain, Steven kicked him again. Steven did it again and again, until the grunt stopped yelling and started crying. Then ran to the other downed grunt who'd been pinned by Tim but had seen just what had gone down.
The grunt cowered as Steven approached, trying desperately to roll away, but to no avail. Tim used his scary face, keeping the grunt still as Steven walked up menacingly.
"No, please, not the balls..." The grunt whimpered.
"Sorry." Steven said, smiling wickedly. "I'm the devil."
Steven proceeded to stomp on the man's balls multiple times. Now that he'd turned the two hardened grunts into whimpering men with bruised crotches, he turned to see how Alex was doing.
"Hey, you done yet?" He asked, pleased with his work. "Since this is basically the final wave, I figured I'd be really unsubtle about it."
@AbysmalDemon
Peeking out of the bush, he could see the Nexus grunts coming up. 4, just like he'd predicted. As they approached the ring, Steven turned back around. It occurred to him that he'd never made a signal to attack for Alex, but Steven just assumed he'd cover his back. He'd have to, anyway, otherwise the plan would go pretty pear-shaped.
Soon, the grunts trudged into the ring and saw their unconscious team mates.
"Larry! Dave!" One of them cried.
As the crew rushed in to help their fallen team mates, Steven and Queen emerged from the bushes and Tim came down from the trees.
"Tim, do it! Queen, gust!" Steven yelled. "Alex, get 'em!"
As he did, he pointed Queen towards the back grunt on the left while Tim swooped the one on the right. The right grunt turned around just in time to catch Tim's swooping peck right in the face. Before the left grunt could even fully turn, Queen's gust blew towards him, wrapping around his legs and throwing him off his feet. As the grunt flew, Steven ran in. The right grunt was only off balance, but that would soon be fixed.
As the right grunt tried to right himself, Steven jumped and extended his feet, sailing towards the off-balance bandit feet-first. Reaching the grunt, both of Steven's feet smashed into the grunt's face, knocking the grunt several feet backwards. Steven himself fell to the floor with a light thump. Gentle, compared to what he'd just done, and compared to what he was about to do.
Steven got up quickly and ran up to the downed grunt. He raised his foot and let down an almighty stomp, straight into the grunt's testicles. As the grunt cried in pain, Steven kicked him again. Steven did it again and again, until the grunt stopped yelling and started crying. Then ran to the other downed grunt who'd been pinned by Tim but had seen just what had gone down.
The grunt cowered as Steven approached, trying desperately to roll away, but to no avail. Tim used his scary face, keeping the grunt still as Steven walked up menacingly.
"No, please, not the balls..." The grunt whimpered.
"Sorry." Steven said, smiling wickedly. "I'm the devil."
Steven proceeded to stomp on the man's balls multiple times. Now that he'd turned the two hardened grunts into whimpering men with bruised crotches, he turned to see how Alex was doing.
"Hey, you done yet?" He asked, pleased with his work. "Since this is basically the final wave, I figured I'd be really unsubtle about it."
@AbysmalDemon
There was a crying girl somewhere close to Nikolai, and it was really bothering him. Nikolai simply sat reading his book. He didn't bother anyone, so no one bothered him. That was how the world worked for him most of the time. So what in the world had he done to have someone bother him so?
As it stood, the girl in the blue sweater stood sobbing rather obnoxiously close to where Nikolai stood. It was odd, really, as no one ever sat near Nikolai. It was like being alone in prison, but with the world's iciest presence sitting next to you. It really seemed as if the girl had a grudge against Nikolai or something. She sobbed uncontrollably and shrunk into her own sweater like a turtle, while seemingly going deeper and deeper into hysterics.
Nikolai elected to ignore the girl who was having an emotional breakdown of some sorts, but he found it very hard to do. Reading became difficult due to her sobs, and it was becoming annoying. Flicking through the pages, Nikolai found that he had little interest in the remaining contents of the book, it was becoming harder to continue reading it. His concentration had a hole a mile wide and the girl's crying had forced a wedge in it.
Now that he wasn't much interested in reading, Nikolai continued trying to ignore the girl's grief racked sobs while thinking of why she would be bothering him of all people. As his eyes sifted through words, his mind went through his memories, trying to find whether or not he'd wronged the girl in some way before. Try as he might, he couldn't remember ever interacting at all with her, nor any of her friends. Despite how Nikolai looked, he was fairly observant, and he quickly came to the conclusion that the girl wasn't sobbing so close to him out of spite. It was definitely a possibility, but an unlikely one.
Nikolai's revelation was a good beginning, as it narrowed down the list of possible reasons quite a bit. Listening to her sobbing narrowed it down even further. Nikolai's posture made no indications of change, but he was listening. By deciphering her sobs, he figured out that she was in grief for a few pets that had been stolen by the bullies.
While this would make pretty much anyone else sympathetic, it made Nikolai somewhat annoyed. As far as he could deduce, it was a pet rabbit. What was a girl doing keeping a rabbit in a library? Furthermore, animals die much faster than humans, and the rabbits would've likely died in a year or two anyway. And another thing; they wouldn't have been captured by a bully if she didn't take them out of her dorm in the first place.
To anyone else, it would seem that the girl's sorrow was meaningful, but to Nikolai, he would argue that it could all have been avoided if she kept in mind the nature of the school and the relationships the cliques had with each other.
Nevertheless, she was turning white now. He could see it out of the corner of his eyes. Through a mix of losing interest and the girl's sobs, the sounds of the cafeteria once again filtered into his consciousness. He was growing annoyed at the girl for making him lose his concentration, making his reading ineffectual.
Not that he showed it, of course. His body language was the same as ever, though he was beginning to boil inside.
"Stop crying. Crying solves nothing." Nikolai said, interjecting her ramblings. "You're disturbing my reading."
He didn't turn to face the girl, merely said it at her. Even as he talked, he cared little for her plight. He just wanted her to stop sobbing so that he can have his peace time. A humble, if selfish wish, but it was one that essentially dictated his personality, and one he moulded his actions around.
As it stood, the girl in the blue sweater stood sobbing rather obnoxiously close to where Nikolai stood. It was odd, really, as no one ever sat near Nikolai. It was like being alone in prison, but with the world's iciest presence sitting next to you. It really seemed as if the girl had a grudge against Nikolai or something. She sobbed uncontrollably and shrunk into her own sweater like a turtle, while seemingly going deeper and deeper into hysterics.
Nikolai elected to ignore the girl who was having an emotional breakdown of some sorts, but he found it very hard to do. Reading became difficult due to her sobs, and it was becoming annoying. Flicking through the pages, Nikolai found that he had little interest in the remaining contents of the book, it was becoming harder to continue reading it. His concentration had a hole a mile wide and the girl's crying had forced a wedge in it.
Now that he wasn't much interested in reading, Nikolai continued trying to ignore the girl's grief racked sobs while thinking of why she would be bothering him of all people. As his eyes sifted through words, his mind went through his memories, trying to find whether or not he'd wronged the girl in some way before. Try as he might, he couldn't remember ever interacting at all with her, nor any of her friends. Despite how Nikolai looked, he was fairly observant, and he quickly came to the conclusion that the girl wasn't sobbing so close to him out of spite. It was definitely a possibility, but an unlikely one.
Nikolai's revelation was a good beginning, as it narrowed down the list of possible reasons quite a bit. Listening to her sobbing narrowed it down even further. Nikolai's posture made no indications of change, but he was listening. By deciphering her sobs, he figured out that she was in grief for a few pets that had been stolen by the bullies.
While this would make pretty much anyone else sympathetic, it made Nikolai somewhat annoyed. As far as he could deduce, it was a pet rabbit. What was a girl doing keeping a rabbit in a library? Furthermore, animals die much faster than humans, and the rabbits would've likely died in a year or two anyway. And another thing; they wouldn't have been captured by a bully if she didn't take them out of her dorm in the first place.
To anyone else, it would seem that the girl's sorrow was meaningful, but to Nikolai, he would argue that it could all have been avoided if she kept in mind the nature of the school and the relationships the cliques had with each other.
Nevertheless, she was turning white now. He could see it out of the corner of his eyes. Through a mix of losing interest and the girl's sobs, the sounds of the cafeteria once again filtered into his consciousness. He was growing annoyed at the girl for making him lose his concentration, making his reading ineffectual.
Not that he showed it, of course. His body language was the same as ever, though he was beginning to boil inside.
"Stop crying. Crying solves nothing." Nikolai said, interjecting her ramblings. "You're disturbing my reading."
He didn't turn to face the girl, merely said it at her. Even as he talked, he cared little for her plight. He just wanted her to stop sobbing so that he can have his peace time. A humble, if selfish wish, but it was one that essentially dictated his personality, and one he moulded his actions around.
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