Sorry for the super-short post. Not a whole lot he can do.
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STATUS: FIRST THE HOSPITAL BILLS, NOW ALL OF MY DOCUMENTS ARE GONE. GONE. FUCK. GONEEEEEEEEEEEE 8 yrs ago
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FIRST THE HOSPITAL BILLS, NOW ALL OF MY DOCUMENTS ARE GONE. GONE. FUCK. GONEEEEEEEEEEEE
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8 yrs ago
still in and out of doctors and chiropractors. at least i get drugs for it lol
8 yrs ago
Locked into a new schedule. Only gonna be on here around 11:00 A.M. EST to 1:30 P.M. EST.
8 yrs ago
I don't understand why people like Supernatural so much.
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Might have to move back in with my parents. This town is toxic and my leasing company is criminal. I'm tired of spending my free time with my attorney.
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I write a little bit of everything. If you really want to know what sort of things my mind goes to, here's a link:Pens and Swords
In the end, I like to think I'm an easygoing, friendly, and personable fellow. And I would certainly consider myself skilled in the art of non-aggressive communicatio- WHATCHU SAY ABOUT MY MOM
In the end, I like to think I'm an easygoing, friendly, and personable fellow. And I would certainly consider myself skilled in the art of non-aggressive communicatio- WHATCHU SAY ABOUT MY MOM
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Gotta say, so far I am really enjoying Andromeda! I won't say anything because I don't want to spoil the whole discovery aspect, but I friggin' love the new galaxy map.
I'll make some time to reply tonight or tomorrow, pretty sure it's my turn.
Agreed. Plus, I love the new powers system. I've got a badass close-range biotic knight build going on.
Ashes to ashes...
The tunnel blew with deafening force, the shock-force-typhoon throwing Ellis on his back like a beetle. His stiff knee came loose, servos shattering, flinging bits of ceramic like a little handleg grenade.
Dust to dust.
Husk parts, shrapnel, and debris whirled across the blast site like missiles. Clouds of dust, staved off by the still-spewing sprinklers, threatened to retake the battlefield.
"NERO! Status report!"
"Zero casualties, operative. Enemy combatants effectively neutralized. Recommend Standard Sanitation Protocol and Purge."
Ellis quit struggling, and simply lay there. The ceiling spun before his eyes and his stomach churned. Weakness beset him. He fought, to render the willpower necessary for his biotics. His face sweated profusely, stinging his pseudoskin. He closed his eyes.
He focused first on his body, the brunt of his weight.
He grew lighter, and lighter.
Then on his arms, the counterweight.
He felt himself rising.
Now to stiffen his legs, the fulcrum.
When he reopened his eyes, he was back on his feet, feeling ten pounds heavier and a hundred years older. The Mattock still hung from his good hand. His brain ached, a throbbing tumor in his skull, bursting at the seams like an overfilled balloon. He marched.
His already dented knee thudded and crackled as a mass effect field gripped it tightly, holding it together like a cast. Occasionally, Ellis stumbled, his focus wavering or a particularly painful headthrob distracting him from the task at hand, or at foot.
Footsteps! On your left!
Ellis' knee gave out as he broke concentration and dropped his Mattock, arm lashing out at great speed, Throwing a husk far into the dust cloud, to an unknown fate. Ellis toppled to the ground, a veritable mass of metal, and for the first time in his life, called for help.
"Squad... Squad comm: Agent down! Requesting pickup."
That's right. Scream for rescue.
"I'm crippled. Need... Support..."
Yes... Despair.
He coughed, specks of blood and black slime coating the inside of his visor, the internal VI making sure to clean it up quickly, medical suite working overtime. Painkillers did their job, and Ellis' vision swam.
He focused on consciousness, on his breathing. His shallow, ragged breathing.
The tunnel blew with deafening force, the shock-force-typhoon throwing Ellis on his back like a beetle. His stiff knee came loose, servos shattering, flinging bits of ceramic like a little handleg grenade.
Dust to dust.
Husk parts, shrapnel, and debris whirled across the blast site like missiles. Clouds of dust, staved off by the still-spewing sprinklers, threatened to retake the battlefield.
"NERO! Status report!"
"Zero casualties, operative. Enemy combatants effectively neutralized. Recommend Standard Sanitation Protocol and Purge."
Ellis quit struggling, and simply lay there. The ceiling spun before his eyes and his stomach churned. Weakness beset him. He fought, to render the willpower necessary for his biotics. His face sweated profusely, stinging his pseudoskin. He closed his eyes.
He focused first on his body, the brunt of his weight.
He grew lighter, and lighter.
Then on his arms, the counterweight.
He felt himself rising.
Now to stiffen his legs, the fulcrum.
When he reopened his eyes, he was back on his feet, feeling ten pounds heavier and a hundred years older. The Mattock still hung from his good hand. His brain ached, a throbbing tumor in his skull, bursting at the seams like an overfilled balloon. He marched.
His already dented knee thudded and crackled as a mass effect field gripped it tightly, holding it together like a cast. Occasionally, Ellis stumbled, his focus wavering or a particularly painful headthrob distracting him from the task at hand, or at foot.
Footsteps! On your left!
Ellis' knee gave out as he broke concentration and dropped his Mattock, arm lashing out at great speed, Throwing a husk far into the dust cloud, to an unknown fate. Ellis toppled to the ground, a veritable mass of metal, and for the first time in his life, called for help.
"Squad... Squad comm: Agent down! Requesting pickup."
That's right. Scream for rescue.
"I'm crippled. Need... Support..."
Yes... Despair.
He coughed, specks of blood and black slime coating the inside of his visor, the internal VI making sure to clean it up quickly, medical suite working overtime. Painkillers did their job, and Ellis' vision swam.
He focused on consciousness, on his breathing. His shallow, ragged breathing.
@JaceBeleren Wait, do we all start at Sun's Height?
Yeah I'll see you guys in approximately sixty-five to eighty hours.
Just kidding.
Just kidding.
I don't know about everyone else, but I tend to beat the snot out of my protagonists right off the bat.
Ellis: "I love my new friends! They understand the importance of traitorous techniques."
*Begins firing liberally*
@BlackSam3091 Who is, though? I mean, I think he's fascinating, but he's a weird guy.
*Begins firing liberally*
@BlackSam3091 Who is, though? I mean, I think he's fascinating, but he's a weird guy.
@RyouguOOOOOOOOH YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
@JaceBeleren Tomorrow holds nothing for me but excitement and thrills. I have a day off, this RP fires up, my MMJ shipment just came in, and Mass Effect releases tomorrow, at exactly midnight.
I'm freakin out.
I'm freakin out.
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