UPDATE: We got some kind of as of yet unidentified military group in here. Might be Marines. Might be National Guard. Hell, might even be Air Force. I'm not experienced with these things. Things are looking up. Oh, and nothing is wrong with the water, apparently. Heard that at about 3:00 this morning.
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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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@Gunther I LIVE IN THE UNITED GODDAMN STATES, BUT MY CITY IS SO LOW-PRIORITY, NO ONE CARES. Seriously, they've been trying to get FEMA down here to check things out, and now we're trying to get the CDC to come down, because there's a problem with the water purification plant, and the city water is contaminated with something. We've been trading now-worthless possessions for bottled water and food, and frankly, I have no other place to live, so I'm just dealing with it. Crime rate has jumped, and in my opinion, we're two weeks away from martial law. Personally, I blame Trump for his needless spending on his wall. All that money could have gone to REPAIRING MY HOMETOWN.
@BlackSam3091 I think I'm a day ahead of you. Different time zones and such. I've got one more day in the hotel, so at least I'll have a free connection. After that, it's back to 3G.
Jason Bateman, give me strength.
Jason Bateman, give me strength.
Ellis awoke to the sound of a young woman, requesting that someone take over something for her. He groaned aloud, his head throbbing. His painkillers had just fired a half hour ago, and he still had another thirty minutes before they triggered again. There was a pounding sound in his ears.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey.
Shut up. Dear God, please, shut up.
C'mon, you've felt worse. Get up like you know you should.
Please, I'm begging you, just stop.
And what will you do if I don't.
Ellis didn't have a ready answer. He lay on his back, suspended by the two prongs of a forklift. A familiar forklift. Its yellow paint was peeling, and there was rust on the tines of the lift. The suspension creaked as he adjusted his position, rolling onto his front with great difficulty. "NERO, vitals check."
"All hardware at peak efficiency. Wetware experiencing increased blood pressure, low white cell count. Unable to connect to Cerberus Information Server."
"I gotta get you fixed."
"Scheduling repair. Unable to schedule repair. Unable to connect to Cerberus Information Server."
"You're the worst, NERO." Ellis fought back the urge to vomit. "Ugh. Hit me with the delasetron." His anti-nausea medication triggered immediately. Suddenly, his mouth was unpleasantly dry, albeit preferable to sickness.
"Administering."
Ellis coughed up a sigh, and rolled off the forklift, landing heavily on the grass, leaving behind a circle of ravaged lawn that would last for days afterward. He struggled to his feet, swaying slightly, licking his lipless mouth with a sandpaper tongue, cursing his desire to experiment with alcohol. The next few seconds, Ellis stood still, swaying slightly, a silent struggle weighing on his soul.
We did have fun, though.
You admit this?
Absolutely. That alien scum really knows how to party.
Don't say that.
Why not? They threw a great shindig.
No, the other thing. She's no scum. She's just...
Ditzy?
She's kind to me. That's all I can ask.
How many Asari have you killed? More than one, we know that for sure.
That was war. Those were enemies.
And what changed? You explain that.
Do you even remember how we were betrayed? Do you have any idea? They fed the beast! They fed the demons everything they wanted! The experiments! The cloning! The augmentation! THE INDOCTRINATION! HOW COULD YOU FORGET?
THEY GAVE YOU THE GREATEST GIFT A CRIPPLE COULD RECEIVE, AND YOU SPAT IN THEIR FACES!
FOR THE FIRST TIME, I DEFIED EVIL.
You are evil.
Not for long. Soon I'll be a hero. I'll throw away my past. And I'll throw away you with it.
You couldn't exist without us. You won't survive. YOU WON'T SURVIVE!
I HAVE NEW FRIENDS NOW. I- I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!
"I don't need you anymore." Ellis whispered, and stumbled to the steps, to seek his destiny. As he did so, he felt justified. Not the way he'd felt under the Illusive Man's heel, but a different feeling. A fresh feeling. He felt like Gaius Marius, handing Rome back to the people. He felt like Alvin York, leading a platoon of captured Germans back to camp. He felt like Neil Armstrong, preparing to jettison into space on the first manned shuttle. He felt like one of the good guys.
Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey.
Shut up. Dear God, please, shut up.
C'mon, you've felt worse. Get up like you know you should.
Please, I'm begging you, just stop.
And what will you do if I don't.
Ellis didn't have a ready answer. He lay on his back, suspended by the two prongs of a forklift. A familiar forklift. Its yellow paint was peeling, and there was rust on the tines of the lift. The suspension creaked as he adjusted his position, rolling onto his front with great difficulty. "NERO, vitals check."
"All hardware at peak efficiency. Wetware experiencing increased blood pressure, low white cell count. Unable to connect to Cerberus Information Server."
"I gotta get you fixed."
"Scheduling repair. Unable to schedule repair. Unable to connect to Cerberus Information Server."
"You're the worst, NERO." Ellis fought back the urge to vomit. "Ugh. Hit me with the delasetron." His anti-nausea medication triggered immediately. Suddenly, his mouth was unpleasantly dry, albeit preferable to sickness.
"Administering."
Ellis coughed up a sigh, and rolled off the forklift, landing heavily on the grass, leaving behind a circle of ravaged lawn that would last for days afterward. He struggled to his feet, swaying slightly, licking his lipless mouth with a sandpaper tongue, cursing his desire to experiment with alcohol. The next few seconds, Ellis stood still, swaying slightly, a silent struggle weighing on his soul.
We did have fun, though.
You admit this?
Absolutely. That alien scum really knows how to party.
Don't say that.
Why not? They threw a great shindig.
No, the other thing. She's no scum. She's just...
Ditzy?
She's kind to me. That's all I can ask.
How many Asari have you killed? More than one, we know that for sure.
That was war. Those were enemies.
And what changed? You explain that.
Do you even remember how we were betrayed? Do you have any idea? They fed the beast! They fed the demons everything they wanted! The experiments! The cloning! The augmentation! THE INDOCTRINATION! HOW COULD YOU FORGET?
THEY GAVE YOU THE GREATEST GIFT A CRIPPLE COULD RECEIVE, AND YOU SPAT IN THEIR FACES!
FOR THE FIRST TIME, I DEFIED EVIL.
You are evil.
Not for long. Soon I'll be a hero. I'll throw away my past. And I'll throw away you with it.
You couldn't exist without us. You won't survive. YOU WON'T SURVIVE!
I HAVE NEW FRIENDS NOW. I- I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE!
"I don't need you anymore." Ellis whispered, and stumbled to the steps, to seek his destiny. As he did so, he felt justified. Not the way he'd felt under the Illusive Man's heel, but a different feeling. A fresh feeling. He felt like Gaius Marius, handing Rome back to the people. He felt like Alvin York, leading a platoon of captured Germans back to camp. He felt like Neil Armstrong, preparing to jettison into space on the first manned shuttle. He felt like one of the good guys.
Still dealing with a citywide power outage. Society has begun to devolve. I wiped my bank account on the only available hotel room in the next town, and now I'm forced to use a 3G transmitter for internet usage. People are starting to barter, money means nothing anymore, it seems, and I just traded a TV for rice. This is killing me. Wish me luck, guys.
Sorry, I'm dealing with a massive power outage in my town. We've been without power for more than a week, and society is already devolving.@JaceBeleren
The United States. Eastern Seaboard. The town is basically controlled by a fundamental Christian college, and tends to cater to students above all else. They've been scrambling while those sad, sad students lament over the inability to instagram their coffee. From what I hear, power's still out. God only knows what caused it.
Dali assumed the worst and went with @Mokley's take on it. Here's hoping for a fast next post!
I am willing to edit if Puliver shows up differently, by the way.
I am willing to edit if Puliver shows up differently, by the way.
Dali glanced toward the gaping maw that was the entrance to the depths. Dali was reluctant to even think about it, reminiscing on a past disagreement, with a sweet and scaly girl three years his junior. Her canvas skin was so soft, and her tail so smooth, slender,
delicate. He recalled her openness, her warmth, and felt a pang of guilt deep inside. His heart hurt. He'd been quick to forget, but just as quick to remember. Her brother had a stronger memory, and if he were still alive, would likely kill Dali if he saw him. Dali still bore a scar beneath his scales, the remnant of a brutal avulsion, an attempted amputation of his tail with a large and jagged rock. Her brother was huge, with claws like a monster. Like a velociraptor, he thought. He shuddered with post-traumatic fear and guilt, and his thoughts raced. Saiorse said something. Dali didn't even notice.
I wonder how she is-
I wonder if she's even still alive-
Or if her brother is-
Or if our hatchlings still are-
Hatchlings? It's been three years-
Three years is a long time in the Mourning Quarter-
Three years is a long time in exile-
He was jolted from his stupor by a shrill scream bouncing from the tenebrous abyss, echoing and distorting, crashing like waves against the rough stone of the doorway, warping into a mutant shriek that turned Dali's shudder to a shiver. He tugged his coat around him, and put a hand on his knife. His left was behind him, tugging the loop of the leather cord that held his chain and hook to his bag. He wrapped it around his arm like a snake, forming a snug vambrace of thick chain, gripping the hook in his blunted fingers. One eye turned toward Saiorse, the other was trained on the source of the noise. "You heard that too, right? Guysss?"
His old scar ached. One of his feet tapped involuntarily, clicking softly against the ground. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth, a twitch from his younger days. He glanced at the Grumbler, certain that it was part of all of this. He caught the eye of Chao, the white-haired warrior from a distant land, determined to find out what secrets the strange soldier withheld. But the wizard. He was sincere, If just a bit stupid.
Something heavy thudded deep below, echoing up like a thousand dull impacts, though Dali was no stranger to underground acoustics. He knew exactly what sort of things made that sound. Dead things. Dead things that weren't dead until recently. Normal, wholesome things don't sound like that, and long dead things can't scream. Saiorse seemed as disturbed as he was. Out of all of them, she seems the most... Not trustworthy, but... I don't know, honest? Another, softer rustle floated up from the deep, and Dali prayed that the sound wasn't what his gut told him it was. I gotta go down there, don't I? He answered himself instantly. Well you have to know, don't you?
delicate. He recalled her openness, her warmth, and felt a pang of guilt deep inside. His heart hurt. He'd been quick to forget, but just as quick to remember. Her brother had a stronger memory, and if he were still alive, would likely kill Dali if he saw him. Dali still bore a scar beneath his scales, the remnant of a brutal avulsion, an attempted amputation of his tail with a large and jagged rock. Her brother was huge, with claws like a monster. Like a velociraptor, he thought. He shuddered with post-traumatic fear and guilt, and his thoughts raced. Saiorse said something. Dali didn't even notice.
I wonder how she is-
I wonder if she's even still alive-
Or if her brother is-
Or if our hatchlings still are-
Hatchlings? It's been three years-
Three years is a long time in the Mourning Quarter-
Three years is a long time in exile-
He was jolted from his stupor by a shrill scream bouncing from the tenebrous abyss, echoing and distorting, crashing like waves against the rough stone of the doorway, warping into a mutant shriek that turned Dali's shudder to a shiver. He tugged his coat around him, and put a hand on his knife. His left was behind him, tugging the loop of the leather cord that held his chain and hook to his bag. He wrapped it around his arm like a snake, forming a snug vambrace of thick chain, gripping the hook in his blunted fingers. One eye turned toward Saiorse, the other was trained on the source of the noise. "You heard that too, right? Guysss?"
His old scar ached. One of his feet tapped involuntarily, clicking softly against the ground. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth, a twitch from his younger days. He glanced at the Grumbler, certain that it was part of all of this. He caught the eye of Chao, the white-haired warrior from a distant land, determined to find out what secrets the strange soldier withheld. But the wizard. He was sincere, If just a bit stupid.
Something heavy thudded deep below, echoing up like a thousand dull impacts, though Dali was no stranger to underground acoustics. He knew exactly what sort of things made that sound. Dead things. Dead things that weren't dead until recently. Normal, wholesome things don't sound like that, and long dead things can't scream. Saiorse seemed as disturbed as he was. Out of all of them, she seems the most... Not trustworthy, but... I don't know, honest? Another, softer rustle floated up from the deep, and Dali prayed that the sound wasn't what his gut told him it was. I gotta go down there, don't I? He answered himself instantly. Well you have to know, don't you?
All memes are totally pleb. I've learned to find power. And I've learned to harness it!
On a separate note, life has slowed to a stop in this town. Until they get everything back up and running, I'm left in a hotel room in the next town. Wish me luck, folks. It's like the dark ages out here. I literally saw a barter stand on my way out.
On a separate note, life has slowed to a stop in this town. Until they get everything back up and running, I'm left in a hotel room in the next town. Wish me luck, folks. It's like the dark ages out here. I literally saw a barter stand on my way out.
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