@Gunther Shit
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Purveyor of the Finest Exoskeletons
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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8 yrs ago
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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UPDATE: THE BLACK VANS AND MOST OF THE TROOPS ARE GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY TOWN IS GOING BACK TO NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@Cu Chulainn Always helps to bounce ideas off the group! I actively consult my wife for mine, as I have no idea what goes through women's heads, especially in these odd circumstances.
I love the personal stuff from each character. I didn't have a good grasp on everyone until now.
Ellis decided that now would be the best time for something he'd been putting off, cold dread seeping into his heart every time he thought about it. "NERO, prepare a message. For my brother."
"Recording."
"Deactivate external speakers."
"Muted."
"Jeb. It's been a while. Ummm... How's work? Oh, that's idiotic. Jeb, you have every right to be ashamed of me. You have every right to hate me for what I became and who I followed and what I believed in. I- I think I may have been wrong. About it all. I met people. Non human people. They've shown me kindness and courage. I never saw that before. Not like this. Pity, yes. Respect in their fear, yes. But never like this. An Asari woman bought me drinks last night. I went to nightclubs with her and her friends. I never had friends before. Not like this. I joined up with an Alliance force, a team of peacekeepers. They're headed up by a Turian. He is... forgiving, to say the least. I didn't deserve to be a part of this. Hell, I thought it was the opposite. The message was so secretive, I was certain it related to an assassination or some kind of terrorism, or, fuck, I don't even know.
Tell him about the Krogan.
There's two Krogans on the team, too. They are nothing like I was always told. They are kind, they are understanding, and above it all, they have a sort of... wisdom that I cannot ignore.
Tell him about the husks. The Cerberus mech. The battle.
I... I wanted to impress them. I ended up throwing myself into more trouble than I could handle. We fought Husks yesterday, Jeb. I fought Husks. I'd never seen them like that. They were so... aggressive. I'd never seen them much outside of the holding tanks we kept in the labs. I never realized how... terrifying and endless and hopeless and unstoppable they were." Tears welled up, stinging his eyes, to be absorbed into the aerogel that held his body afloat. "We sent them to civilian settlements, Jeb. We indoctrinated children. We killed innocent people just because we had the power. Now I understand. Now I've seen our works thrown back against me." Ellis leaned against the banister in front of the station steps, to the world, a silent mass of black metal with a white kneecap and arm, a panda bear of sorts. Inside, he sobbed to the recording. "We were monsters, Jeb we were monsters... All I ever wanted was a normal life back. I just wanted my chance back. I never wanted this. I NEVER WANTED THIS, JEB. YOU HAVE TO KNOW! YOU HAVE TO! Fuck... I don't know why- I just... Please forgive me, Jeb. You're my brother. I miss you." His choking sobs subsided, and he regained his composure, slowly but surely. "End recording. Send message."
"Transmit successful. Receipt successful."
A Turian woman approached, arms crossed and a look on her face like she was vaguely disgusted at what she'd found, asking about Partinax and Anderson, identifying herself as a medic. "NERO, reactivate external audio output. Volume at twelve percent." Then he addressed the newcomer. "They aren't here, yet. They should be soon." He said, plainly, if a bit curt.
He turned toward the forklift, and gently, tenderly, lifted Vella from her friend's lap. He carried up the steps, and into the station, to wait at the landing pad with her for the rest of the team, wizard hat and cape flowing in the breeze.
Better wash your carapace when you're done.
Ellis did not respond.
"Recording."
"Deactivate external speakers."
"Muted."
"Jeb. It's been a while. Ummm... How's work? Oh, that's idiotic. Jeb, you have every right to be ashamed of me. You have every right to hate me for what I became and who I followed and what I believed in. I- I think I may have been wrong. About it all. I met people. Non human people. They've shown me kindness and courage. I never saw that before. Not like this. Pity, yes. Respect in their fear, yes. But never like this. An Asari woman bought me drinks last night. I went to nightclubs with her and her friends. I never had friends before. Not like this. I joined up with an Alliance force, a team of peacekeepers. They're headed up by a Turian. He is... forgiving, to say the least. I didn't deserve to be a part of this. Hell, I thought it was the opposite. The message was so secretive, I was certain it related to an assassination or some kind of terrorism, or, fuck, I don't even know.
Tell him about the Krogan.
There's two Krogans on the team, too. They are nothing like I was always told. They are kind, they are understanding, and above it all, they have a sort of... wisdom that I cannot ignore.
Tell him about the husks. The Cerberus mech. The battle.
I... I wanted to impress them. I ended up throwing myself into more trouble than I could handle. We fought Husks yesterday, Jeb. I fought Husks. I'd never seen them like that. They were so... aggressive. I'd never seen them much outside of the holding tanks we kept in the labs. I never realized how... terrifying and endless and hopeless and unstoppable they were." Tears welled up, stinging his eyes, to be absorbed into the aerogel that held his body afloat. "We sent them to civilian settlements, Jeb. We indoctrinated children. We killed innocent people just because we had the power. Now I understand. Now I've seen our works thrown back against me." Ellis leaned against the banister in front of the station steps, to the world, a silent mass of black metal with a white kneecap and arm, a panda bear of sorts. Inside, he sobbed to the recording. "We were monsters, Jeb we were monsters... All I ever wanted was a normal life back. I just wanted my chance back. I never wanted this. I NEVER WANTED THIS, JEB. YOU HAVE TO KNOW! YOU HAVE TO! Fuck... I don't know why- I just... Please forgive me, Jeb. You're my brother. I miss you." His choking sobs subsided, and he regained his composure, slowly but surely. "End recording. Send message."
"Transmit successful. Receipt successful."
A Turian woman approached, arms crossed and a look on her face like she was vaguely disgusted at what she'd found, asking about Partinax and Anderson, identifying herself as a medic. "NERO, reactivate external audio output. Volume at twelve percent." Then he addressed the newcomer. "They aren't here, yet. They should be soon." He said, plainly, if a bit curt.
He turned toward the forklift, and gently, tenderly, lifted Vella from her friend's lap. He carried up the steps, and into the station, to wait at the landing pad with her for the rest of the team, wizard hat and cape flowing in the breeze.
Better wash your carapace when you're done.
Ellis did not respond.
@JaceBeleren Metamore is (no pun intended), more or less a bit of flake, in my personal experience. I tried to collaborate with him on an original dark fantasy universe, and he completely flaked on me.
@Gunther If only it was that easy. I have way too many investments here that I need to keep a close eye on if I want to continue the way of life to which I am accustomed. My own fault, I suppose. Sent my wife to my grandparent's home in NC. Once everything clears up, it should go back to normal fairly quickly, god willing.
Pavara was dumbfounded. He's giving me orders... Again? Just can't stop, can he?She opened her mouth to respond, but was stopped by a nearby shout and a sudden ringing in her ears. The crackling sound of high voltage burst into life over a screaming crowd, and a smoking corpse splattered across the cobblestone, the rough pavement scraping a short line of charred flesh and dark red ichor as the body slid to a stop in the center of the market. In a flash like lightning, her cutlass was drawn, and her pineal gland throbbed like an overtired eye on her forehead as she pulled blue mana from the paranoia of the scattering townsfolk and black mana from the fresh corpse, tasting the last memories of the slave on her mind's tongue.
Maybe she could get fresh human remains out of this. Maybe, just maybe, even a human heart, one of the three "holy grails" of horrorforging.
Lute injected himself between Pavara and the excitement, ordering her to leave. "Self-righteous... GAH! You can't order me around!", she screamed, indignant. She shoved past him as he slung a hefty bolt of coursing electricity into the pandemonium, keeping her sword in front of her, a defensive posture she'd picked up while raiding geist-filled mausoleums for human remains. She continued to pull mana from the panic, utilizing Lute as a secondary tap, preparing to summon a beast for battle, her prized Baleful Strix.
Her cutlass blade seemed to glow in the sunlight with contradictory white light, branding her mistakenly to many as some sort of white mage, while all the while she fed on their fear.
She spotted the source of the trouble, a cackling, cloaked woman in the center. And she saw the tattoo. A cold sweat formed on her forehead, and the hairs on her arms bristled uncomfortably against the bodysuit beneath her armor. She tried to focus on her summoning. Not this time... Not this time...
Maybe she could get fresh human remains out of this. Maybe, just maybe, even a human heart, one of the three "holy grails" of horrorforging.
Lute injected himself between Pavara and the excitement, ordering her to leave. "Self-righteous... GAH! You can't order me around!", she screamed, indignant. She shoved past him as he slung a hefty bolt of coursing electricity into the pandemonium, keeping her sword in front of her, a defensive posture she'd picked up while raiding geist-filled mausoleums for human remains. She continued to pull mana from the panic, utilizing Lute as a secondary tap, preparing to summon a beast for battle, her prized Baleful Strix.
Her cutlass blade seemed to glow in the sunlight with contradictory white light, branding her mistakenly to many as some sort of white mage, while all the while she fed on their fear.
She spotted the source of the trouble, a cackling, cloaked woman in the center. And she saw the tattoo. A cold sweat formed on her forehead, and the hairs on her arms bristled uncomfortably against the bodysuit beneath her armor. She tried to focus on her summoning. Not this time... Not this time...
Update: They've got the grid back up. We've got unidentified military here, I assume it's National Guard, and a lot of black vans, and a lot of talk about refugees, radical Islam, Black Lives Matter activists, ecoterrorism, etc. Everyone here is so paranoid, and so white.
UPDATE: They still haven't identified themselves, but they've got the grid back up. Still no mention of what caused it. Terrorism is presumed. Lots of black vans around, now.
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