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Celebratory over the top sexual innuendos over the internet?
You kno it.
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You kno it.
Oh noooo, remember when we were cool?
And now we're not.
And now we're not.
so are you still going to make babies with a girl?
I donāt really want kids. Not right now anyway. But I can always bank my sperm so itās all cool.
NICEU!
I'm hella happy for you.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, this is hella rad.
about your homosexuality?
About my transgenderism.
I FUCKING CAME OUT TO MY DAD AND HE STILL LOVES ME
IāM SO FUCKING HAPPY I COULD DIE
IāM SO FUCKING HAPPY I COULD DIE
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It's totally fine, Marik, I'm 19 too- I'm completely ignorant about a lot of things, like sports, and lots of components of history. Just one thing; I mentioned in the post where I introduced Carla that she was trained in the Marine Corps alongside Rose... so she wouldn't be as clueless as you're writing her. Believe it or not, policemen are actually pretty badass sometimes, and not all of them are corrupt. The vast majority are well trained, and really, really good at handling criminals. I thought it was pretty obvious that Carla would have disarmed your character before putting him in the vehicle, that it didn't need saying. Making policemen out to be idiots, especially ones previously in the Marine Corps, even in fiction, is incredibly insulting. Just... no. That's so disrespectful of the people who protect our country from within, the people who risk their lives daily to save others.
Carla is a junior police detective, previously trained in the Marine Corps. Here's a link to see what's required of Marines, and here to see what's required for detectives. Yeah. See the problem with how you portrayed her, as a fumbling idiot?
Uh, itās almost like youāre saying I donāt respect the police, which I do. Let me remind you that I am playing a fictional criminal with fictional values who just may fictionally kill a few cops because he feels like it, so youāll have to excuse me for wanting to do a badass thing in a universe where the GM said himself that the police force may not be as smart as they should be. Iām sorry if youāre insulted by this, but itās all fun and games. If I were to write a song with words in it like āFuck the policeā it might actually be bringing up issues with the system in place, and not just a forward insult to the people in question.
All Iām saying is, try not to take this so seriously. Now, Iāll wait for the GM to take a look at this and if he feels I need to, Iāll edit my post again, but at the moment I donāt really have the time.
@Pietra
I have changed my post, and hopefully it makes more sense than my last one did. I'd like to thank you for having patience with me, I'm only 19 and so I'm very ignorant in many fields. Hopefully this critique doesn't become a constant between us.
I have changed my post, and hopefully it makes more sense than my last one did. I'd like to thank you for having patience with me, I'm only 19 and so I'm very ignorant in many fields. Hopefully this critique doesn't become a constant between us.
God damn it. Iāll get to changing it, but first Iāll try to explain what was going through my mind.
1. I think it would be rather silly to assume that Iād have to wait for an event for the police car to get moving, thus it was heading to the station when Dean woke up. Also, I have no idea how the police operate, so youāll have to excuse me for not knowing that there would be two officers in the car.
2. I completely forgot about the stuff that partitioned off the front and the back. You got me on that one.
3. For hair grabbing, Iād just assume that he leaned forward, taking in consideration that heād be able to do so with no partition, and grab the hair.
1. I think it would be rather silly to assume that Iād have to wait for an event for the police car to get moving, thus it was heading to the station when Dean woke up. Also, I have no idea how the police operate, so youāll have to excuse me for not knowing that there would be two officers in the car.
2. I completely forgot about the stuff that partitioned off the front and the back. You got me on that one.
3. For hair grabbing, Iād just assume that he leaned forward, taking in consideration that heād be able to do so with no partition, and grab the hair.
Dean groaned as the world solely came back to him. It took him a few moments to adjust to the bumpy movements of car travel, his eyes blinking in confusion as he stared at the back of a car seat. He looked over to his side, noticing the still unconscious Uprising. An annoyed sigh escaped Deanās mouth, followed by a moan of pain. Suddenly the memory of a woman on his back yanking on his arm became all too real. He could move it, but it was painful; thatād be a problem. Heād have to get her back for that, as well as the crushing of his gun. That firearm has been with him since the very beginning, and while it didnāt have the importance of the sword, it still had fond memories connected to it.
āI see youāre awake. Keep still back there, I canāt stand rowdy passengersā¦ Weāll be at the station shortly.ā Dean took note of the older, more male voice that responded to him. It became very apparent that there were two officers in the car, and that would be a problem. Trying to figure out how to get out of this thing, he shifted his eyes back and forth, studying the insides of the machine for flaws. His quick scan identified nothing, it was a shame that the force here kept things well maintained. āLetās see. I if I can get my cuffs offā¦ But wait!ā Deanās thoughts carried him to his possessions, they hadnāt bothered removing them! His submachine gun, the katanaā¦ and his utility belt. He stifled a smile as Deanās hand clicked open one of the small pouches on the back of his belt, removing the lockpicking tool he always kept handy. He acted as cool as a cucumber getting his cuffs unlocked, and the two were none the wiser.
Now that his hands were freed, escaping the car became priority. The doors would be locked, and there was no way to get to the front to the back. The only chance heād have was when the car would arrive at the station and the cops opened his door. Dean didnāt have to wait long, and when the senior officer reached for the handle, he had a surprise. A steady stream of bullets riddled the manās chest when he opened the door, causing him to collapse in a steadily growing pool of his own blood. By now the younger officer attending the other prisoner would have pulled her own firearm, so Dean ducked at the side of the car. Pretty soon the whole station would be on them, so a quick escape was needed. Seeing the bloodied keys still in the hand of the dead officer, Dean gabbed them and jumped in the front seat, quickly making sure to lock the vehicle. Carla would be stumbling with her own keys when the young criminal floored it, pulling out of the station and rocketing down the road, but not without the sound of sirens giving chase.
āI see youāre awake. Keep still back there, I canāt stand rowdy passengersā¦ Weāll be at the station shortly.ā Dean took note of the older, more male voice that responded to him. It became very apparent that there were two officers in the car, and that would be a problem. Trying to figure out how to get out of this thing, he shifted his eyes back and forth, studying the insides of the machine for flaws. His quick scan identified nothing, it was a shame that the force here kept things well maintained. āLetās see. I if I can get my cuffs offā¦ But wait!ā Deanās thoughts carried him to his possessions, they hadnāt bothered removing them! His submachine gun, the katanaā¦ and his utility belt. He stifled a smile as Deanās hand clicked open one of the small pouches on the back of his belt, removing the lockpicking tool he always kept handy. He acted as cool as a cucumber getting his cuffs unlocked, and the two were none the wiser.
Now that his hands were freed, escaping the car became priority. The doors would be locked, and there was no way to get to the front to the back. The only chance heād have was when the car would arrive at the station and the cops opened his door. Dean didnāt have to wait long, and when the senior officer reached for the handle, he had a surprise. A steady stream of bullets riddled the manās chest when he opened the door, causing him to collapse in a steadily growing pool of his own blood. By now the younger officer attending the other prisoner would have pulled her own firearm, so Dean ducked at the side of the car. Pretty soon the whole station would be on them, so a quick escape was needed. Seeing the bloodied keys still in the hand of the dead officer, Dean gabbed them and jumped in the front seat, quickly making sure to lock the vehicle. Carla would be stumbling with her own keys when the young criminal floored it, pulling out of the station and rocketing down the road, but not without the sound of sirens giving chase.
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