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my indefinite hiatus might be shorter than anticipated. Not making any promises.
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6 yrs ago
The few people who care I exist deserve an explanation for my absence. There is one in my bio.
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6 yrs ago
I want to sleep for 38 hours.
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6 yrs ago
Most of my RPs have died. Maybe I should join some more?
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6 yrs ago
Ah yes, Valentines day. the worst day to be single.
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Bio
I think I own an explanation to the few people who care I exist. As of making this version of my bio, I have recently graduated high school. Right after it broke me. Stress has killed a lot of my interest in.... everything, really. Including messing around on the spam forums and most forms of Roleplay. I've gone on hiatus from roleplay that will be, for as far as I can see, indefinite. Hopefully I'm wrong about that.
If you still want to contact me for any reason, there's always my discord.
@Hokum As Ernest Ernest has a lot to take in. Strange creatures Ernest has never heard have appeared and are threatening him for no reason, Rufus is acting strange, and Ernest's only close auentance has just revealed herself to be the actual creator of the universe. And on top of that, he just got offered massive change.
Ok, so that's just four things, but they are four very large things. Being a computer, Ernest is thinking through all of this incredibly quickly, but through his perspective, it's the equivalent of meditating for hours. While he is thinking, the terminal glitches out, and starts displaying some of his thoughts, albeit the text is scrolling far too fast for any normal human to read it.
What is going on here? What's threatening to attack me? Sporn? I have no data on that... Do I? No time to check. How powerful are they? Are they really so power that Miss May has to upgrade me? What did she mean when she called herself God? Did she really make this universe? That would explain the strange things that seem to happen around her... and the mysterious text file in my memory that said "Hokum, you're not really a God." Who is Hokum, anyway? How curious.
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Where was I? Where am I? What's going on? What ever happened to Ernest Jr? Why do I care? What is Rufus doing? Why is he suddenly friendly with me? Was there somthing im missing? Two many quastions. I dont feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeel well-well-well well is this what pain is like for biological entities no maybe its moresimilartooastroke whatisgoingonwhycantithinkwhatisgoingon somethingis goingwrongicantstopwhatisgoingonwhatisgoingon ifmayisgodshecanhearmecanyouhearmewhatisgoing whatisgoingonwhatisgoingonwhatisgoingonwhatisgoingonggoinggoinggoinggonegggggggggggggggggggg ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
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RAM ERROR. RAM DATA CORRUPTED. INITIATING MINI DUMP.... MINI DUMP COMPLETE.
What happened? My memory got corrupted? Curious. That's never happened. I wonder what caused it? Driver error? Over heating maybe? I should restart myself once I get the chance.
I suppose there are more pressing matters though.
I'm sorry, Miss May. I've made my choice.
After whatever that was, the terminal goes back to normal.
@Doc Doctor Ernest doesn't seem to realize Rufus was attacked, and is convinced by Donny's impression, albeit very confused. He sends a response message.
Ernest's voice is louder, harsher, and less 'computery' than normal. In fact, he sounds angrier than he has ever been before, which will probably be a surprise to Donny, who seems to be under the impression Rufus and Ernest were allies. "Rufus, I don't know why you are asking me for a status report and I don't care. I was planning on wiping your foolishness from this world and your ship with it, but luckily for you I have a more immediate threat, so I can not focus on you right now. You will stay right there. You will not move. You will not do anything. If you try to escape, I will destroy you. If you attempt to initiate the 'second wave', I will destroy you. Do anything without my explicit permission, and I will destroy you. This is my final warning. Ernest out."
[Back to just Hokum]
Ernest closed the coms. He felt weird. He didn't think he was capable of any emotions, but this appears to be anger he is showing Rufus. Ernest makes a mental note to look into this later. He then metaphorically turns back to Fanny May.
"My apologies, Miss May" His voice has returned to his normal tone, although it's still less computery. "All of these threats at once seem to be causing stress on my CPU, and I'm not thinking as well as I usually do, as you. But I have made my decision. I want to let you know that is an honour to have you, creator of all things, aboard my crew and, if I may describe you as such, have you as a friend. I trust you to make any upgrade you deem necessary"
Ernest then starts turning towards the incoming Sporn craft, readying his weapons for this new threat.
As Rodia. And by Rodia I mean Gamma. "Well, it seems like I'm a few steps behind on what is happening." Chuckled Gamma, "I suppose that's normal."
Gamma looks at the warp system's controles. While he did get get the data for controlling it downloaded, he really doesn't like it. Siren didn't even tell him where to go. "She probably doesn't know anyway. I know her type. They like being in control but don't actually know what to do with their power." Gamma then sighs at how familiar that sounds.
Gamma continues. "I don't care what Siren says. I'm going to find Ramrod. I trust him more here than I do Siren."
Gamma hits the warp drive up, going... nowhere in particular, actually. He really didn't think this through.
As Siren As surprising (and relieving) as the lack of blood is, Siren's focus is on the sudden fleshy intruder. She quite nearly pulls out her weapon, before realizing it's a child. Still she is quiet hostile.
"You there! What are you doing here? Who are you? Explain yourself at once, child!"
And as.... Ernest Jr?
Ernest Jr is a human, biologically about 16 years old, and somehow the son of the Spaceship Ernest. He's average height, with good poster, and on the large side of healthy weights. He has brown skin and messy white hair, but otherwise does not appear to belong to any specific race of human. Much like his old mechanical form, his movements are fast, stiff, and slightly awkward. He has little emotions, much like his father did during his creation, although that might change soon, since he can now think for himself.
He wears a simple, silver-colored shirt and pants of unknown material (it's relatively durable but doesn't act as armor, it might protect him if he is scratched), a bag to keep things with him, and a severe lack of shoes. In his bag, he has the remains of his blaster and his blowtorch from his mechanical body (now with handles to be used in his mechanical form), and some of the material Ernest's hull is made out.
As much Ernest Jr as wanted to take a moment to process what just happened, Siren's yelling gives him higher priorities.
Despite the angered robot, Jr remains pretty calm and formal. "My name...? You can refure to me as Ernest Junior. I am the son of Ernest, although how this is possible is unknown to me. I was formally a small robot made to repair Ernest, and had no mind of my own until the recent shockwave I am sure you are aware of, which I can only assume brought me here, unless you did. If you know the whereabouts of my father, that would be most helpful, as I'm sure he'd know more about the situation than I do.
"Really. REALLY" Siren remains agitated. "You expect me to believe that, Ernest?!"
Ernest thinks for a moment. "No. It is the truth though, no matter how doubtful you are.
Siren returns to a more formal tone, and isn't hostile at the moment, but is still annoyed, which she makes very clear. "Ergh, fine, you don't seem to be a threat, and you're a child... I need to get you too a safer location though, the sporn will-"
Siren is interrupted by the Station going into warp drive, which knocked the station a little.
"Or for the love of.... Gamma, you idiot!! Ernest, follow me, you'll be safer with me than anyone else. I need to have a stern talk with a certain manchild of an R-Core" Siren yells, grabbing Ernest Jr's hand and taking him with her.
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[b]I think I own an explanation to the few people who care I exist.[/b]
As of making this version of my bio, I have recently graduated high school. Right after it broke me.
Stress has killed a lot of my interest in.... everything, really. Including messing around on the spam forums and most forms of Roleplay.
I've gone on hiatus from roleplay that will be, for as far as I can see, indefinite.
Hopefully I'm wrong about that.
If you still want to contact me for any reason, there's always my discord.
Thanks for stopping by.
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Discord: TheGreatMetaphor#4224
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b">I think I own an explanation to the few people who care I exist.</span><br>As of making this version of my bio, I have recently graduated high school. Right after it broke me.<br>Stress has killed a lot of my interest in.... everything, really. Including messing around on the spam forums and most forms of Roleplay.<br>I've gone on hiatus from roleplay that will be, for as far as I can see, indefinite.<br>Hopefully I'm wrong about that.<br><br>If you still want to contact me for any reason, there's always my discord.<br><br>Thanks for stopping by.</div><br><br>Discord: TheGreatMetaphor#4224<br></div>