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Current PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
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The people who wrote the instructions for my sister's new printer failed to consider that I might be tripping balls while trying to help her set it up.
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I'm in the lab, cooking up a status that will make every mad at me, together. I can heal this website by being as wrong and annyoing as possible.
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Met a guy yesterday who looked and sounded exactly like Hank Hill. Made my week. Logged in today and realized yesterday was this accounts sixth birthday. The universe gave me a gift for the occasion.
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Finally getting to that age where I realize that I'm becoming my dad. Called some guy at work "old boy" because I couldn't remember his name. If I order any ww2 books just put me down like a dog, man.
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Age Of Immortals





The year is 2029. An exciting new energy source, dubbed Vestis, is changing the way the world functions. None of this matters to the Immortals. They have existed since the dawn of man, unable to die. They still walk the Earth, their numbers unknown, hunted by every world government. Some use their abilities to ruthlessly obtain power, some take the time to learn every skill they can, others search endlessly for a way to die. Whatever they have done in the past no longer matters. For nigh is the dawn of a new age. Like it or not, they will be part of the Age of Immortals.



















@HylianRose@Arcalept@Avanhelsing@TheBigJon@FallenTrinity@ira1999@Overlord24
@LeonVon I just posted. I described the Medbay, is the description apt?
Ozmond





Oz left the bridge as soon as the others began to trickle out. He looked about aimlessly when he stepped into the corridor.

What now? he asked silently to no one in particular.

No one in particular responded.

He decided that his natural destination should be his quarters. There he went, noticing with some comfort that this room was indeed his own. The room may have been neat at one time, with all of his datapads containing medical textbooks, as well as actual paper written textbooks, packed neatly away in the tall bookshelf in the corner. He imagined his clothes folded in his closet, his bed well-made. He almost laughed. While Ozmond couldn’t remember arranging the room, he had no doubt in his mind that he had not been settled for more than a few minutes before he began to inadvertently tear it apart.

I should probably clean up. He thought as he closed his door and shed the A-MOS and jumpsuit. He sighed and picked up the A-MOS, haphazardly folding it and stowing it in his closet. He wouldn’t need it on ship, so he might as well not dirty it before their first mission. The rest of the mess he neglected, throwing on a simple dress shirt and slacks. He looked in the small mirror sitting atop his dresser. He had hoped that the clothes would make him look more like a doctor. They did not. He looked just as scared and inexperienced as he did before. He almost left his room to investigate the med-bay before stopping mid stride.

My gun.

He likely wouldn’t need it on the ship, but he still liked to have it with him. He frantically looked around the room, somehow throwing it into a greater state of disarray. Finally, he found a small lock box under the bed. He set it atop the mattress and unlocked it with hs fingerprint. It popped open with a satisfying hiss, revealing the weapon that had accompanied him for most of his adult life.

It had been an Archimedes Personal Defense Pistol, Mark III. This was no longer the case. The only remaining piece of the original weapon was the body. The focusing crystal, dampener, heat sinks, and battery, as well as numerous other parts, had all been replaced over the years, creating a Frankenstein’s Monster of a gun. It could fire in three-round-burst, semi-automatic, and beam modes. The size and lethality of its lasers could be changed via dials on the side. While there may have been better guns, certainly ones with modifications made by a medic who had no knowledge of the inner workings of guns aside from the textbook beside him, but there was no gun exactly like his. For Oz, that was enough. He strapped the holster onto his hip and placed the weapon in it.




He smiled as he walked into the medbay. The familiar chemical scent of industrial disinfectant burned his nose as he strode around the room. It wasn’t much bigger than his quarters, but it was much more open. Three tables were evenly spaced throughout the middle of the room, one of which had a robotic surgery “arm” hanging from the ceiling above it. Cupboards and cabinets lined the walls, all stark white, with a long counter on one side containing a sink and two computer monitors. He rifled through the cabinets, finding every medication and tool he had hoped to find and infinitely more. Expensive, experimental, antivirals that hadn’t been made public yet, state-of-the-art self-sterilizing surgery tools, and so much more.

His small grin broke into an ear-to-ear, painful smile. The computers had copies of all of his medical textbooks, as well as every one he had ever heard of from across the universe. He pulled out a chair from underneath one of the counter tops and began rifling through the digital textbooks. He looked at the time, and decided he would have to stay the night here. There was so much knowledge at his fingertips, and he’d be an awful healer if he didn’t attempt to sift through all of it to find out whatever he could. Before he really got wrapped up in it, he decided to ask ANDI a question that had been troubling him since he entered his room.

”Hey, ANDI. If we had our memories wiped, and I can’t remember anything about my life, how do I still have all of my medical knowledge and skills? Furthermore, do you think it may be possible to get our memories back? After this whole mission, and what-not.”
@Rune_Alchemist Then I'll wait for his post.
I'll post again tomorrow. I don't have my computer at the moment and I don't like posting on mobile.
I'll be posting tomorrow. Don't have my computer with me and I hate posting on mobile. Cheers!
@Avanhelsing@TheBigJon@FallenTrinity@ira1999@Overlord24

You guys made my day. I went to sleep with two posts and woke up to seven! I'll begin work on an OOC. The CS is going to be fairly basic, Name age gender bio, stuff like that. I'd begin work on a basic one and just add whatever you need when I get the OOC up. Cheers!

OOC'll be up tomorrow.
Post done. Please tell me if I goofed up some details. I read through everything rather quickly.
Ozmond





Oz decided that being unfrozen was not a pleasant experience. He gasped for cold, stale, air, wincing at the light as his pod opened with a hiss. He tumbled down from the upright pod, sitting on his knees as he caught his breath. He took a precursory glance around him and found that he wasn’t alone.

Another man, about his height but significantly more muscled. Before he could feel too self-conscious, he came to the conclusion that he had the better beard. A woman, who he easily had eight or so inches on. She was smiling, which he found interesting considering the situation. Another man, who he immediately decided he was afraid of. The man had a hard face, and gave off a vibe that said “do not fuck with me.” Oz was only too happy to oblige. The final person in the room, an older man who was somehow scarier than the last. He had steely eyes, and a beard that Ozmond had to concede was better than his own.

They began introducing themselves. Robert, Rain, Jericho, Ben. It only felt right to add his own name to the list. Before he could, people started dressing. He suddenly realized they were all wearing skin tight black body suits. Some years ago, he may have been distracted by the tightness of their garb, but years of doctoring had killed that. He watched, realizing that everyone was putting on their clothes over the body suits. He decided to do the same. He donned the thin, long-sleeve thermal shirt and the heavy A-MOS pants. The A-MOS jacket came next, and he buttoned it up, feeling more comfortable with its familiar weight. He slid into the boots last, deciding to attach the helmet and goggles to his belt, since it appears as though they weren’t in combat. He stopped suddenly. How did he know what an A-MOS was? He couldn’t remember ever wearing one, but it felt familiar. He panicked silently, realizing he could remember little, excluding his name. There must have been a memory wipe of some sort. Yes, that sounded right. He realized that the woman, Rain, was beginning to walk away and decided to speak.

”Ozmond. Ozmond McGregor. Though almost everyone I’ve ever known calls me Oz. I-I’m a, uh, m-medic, I think.”

He began to remember a bit more. He knew he had been an army medic, a fact that suddenly made him aware of the fact that his pistol was gone. He couldn’t remember what army he had fought for, though. He shook his head, deciding to follow the lights towards what he assumed to be the bridge. Everything would probably be explained there, right?
@LeonVon Done. Also, post is coming along well, expect it up in about an hour or so.
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