FourtyTwoMaybe you should put up another interest check? I'll message Queen and KK if there's no word from them by tomorrow.
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acquire raifu, defend waifu
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Nothing quite like schizophrenic weather.
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10 yrs ago
At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
10 yrs ago
I still remember four...
10 yrs ago
Standing by to stand by, cap'n!
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Just thought I'd pop by and say that I'm still down for this if it's still a thing.
I'm interested in the pirate/captive idea.
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Shift-T. You soooo Shift-T. xDDDD Ughs... bad bunny,ME! LIke that was just terrible xDDD
Yeah, it was. That joke fills me with shame. Shame unseen since the Edo period.
Engine Room
"Sweet mother o' Jesus feckin' Christ!"
The last thing Connor had expected to come out of the pistol's muzzle was a tongue of flame that set the creature aflame. He was close enough to the creature to feel the intense heat, and was horrified to see that the creature was still very much alive. It's cry of pain was grating on Connor's ears, and he covered them with his hands in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Fortunately, the creature did not take the chance to attack him, rather, it ran blindly forward and barreled right into Risa, pushing the two of them against a boiler. In the process, the flames still sticking onto the creature had ignited some of the cables and vines hanging around the room.
"This room's going to go up in fecking flames!" Connor yelled out, hoping whoever was listening in on the other side of the horn could hear him. He only had a split-second to decide between whether or not he should help Risa first or if he should attempt to put out the fires. He felt a slight twinge of shame as his mind lingered more on the former than the latter; while Connor did not want Risa to get hurt, he was not sure if he could in fact do anything to the creature. It had just been blinded by coal and set on fire, and it did not seem to be any worse for wear. In fact, it looked as if all they had managed to do was just piss it off even further.
"Oi! How 'bout you fight someone your own size, ya little shite!" Connor shouted out to the creature, deciding to help the girl. His fear of being left alone in the room was far greater than his fear of fighting the damn thing. He rushed over to the creature, taking care to avoid the burning vines. Those he could not, he simply gave them a rough tug to pull them free from whatever they had been hanging on to. As he neared the creature, he gulped his fear down and tightened his grip on the bayonet. Time to see if it was still as lethal as it should be.
He reached out with a hand and placed it on the creature's shoulders, and summoning whatever strength he had, pulled it off Risa. In the same motion, he plunged his bayonet through the creature's back. He just hoped that it would do at least some good, because if it did not, he was pretty sure that the creature would rip him to shreds before he could do anything else.
"Sweet mother o' Jesus feckin' Christ!"
The last thing Connor had expected to come out of the pistol's muzzle was a tongue of flame that set the creature aflame. He was close enough to the creature to feel the intense heat, and was horrified to see that the creature was still very much alive. It's cry of pain was grating on Connor's ears, and he covered them with his hands in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Fortunately, the creature did not take the chance to attack him, rather, it ran blindly forward and barreled right into Risa, pushing the two of them against a boiler. In the process, the flames still sticking onto the creature had ignited some of the cables and vines hanging around the room.
"This room's going to go up in fecking flames!" Connor yelled out, hoping whoever was listening in on the other side of the horn could hear him. He only had a split-second to decide between whether or not he should help Risa first or if he should attempt to put out the fires. He felt a slight twinge of shame as his mind lingered more on the former than the latter; while Connor did not want Risa to get hurt, he was not sure if he could in fact do anything to the creature. It had just been blinded by coal and set on fire, and it did not seem to be any worse for wear. In fact, it looked as if all they had managed to do was just piss it off even further.
"Oi! How 'bout you fight someone your own size, ya little shite!" Connor shouted out to the creature, deciding to help the girl. His fear of being left alone in the room was far greater than his fear of fighting the damn thing. He rushed over to the creature, taking care to avoid the burning vines. Those he could not, he simply gave them a rough tug to pull them free from whatever they had been hanging on to. As he neared the creature, he gulped his fear down and tightened his grip on the bayonet. Time to see if it was still as lethal as it should be.
He reached out with a hand and placed it on the creature's shoulders, and summoning whatever strength he had, pulled it off Risa. In the same motion, he plunged his bayonet through the creature's back. He just hoped that it would do at least some good, because if it did not, he was pretty sure that the creature would rip him to shreds before he could do anything else.
The day you lost control.
Ba dum pssh
Ba dum pssh
Engine Room
Well, at least if they died right then, Connor could go knowing that he had been right about there being some sort of creature skulking in the shadows. It was little solace - or it would have been, if he had the time to even think about it - as he desperately did his best to alternate between fending off the creature and putting as much distance between it and him as possible. The most preferable option would have been to find a way to kill the damn thing, but firstly, Connor doubted he had the stomach for it and secondly, he did not even know if the thing would die like a human.
"Engine room!" Connor shouted in the general direction of the horn, hoping whoever that was on the other side would be able to hear him. "We're in the fecking-" He was rudely interrupted when the creature made a swipe towards him, forcing Connor to back away even further. "We're in the fecking engine room!"
The creature lunged for Connor once more, and in a panic, he backed away until his back touched the wall. Connor only wished he knew why the creature was so intent on chasing him, rather than the girl. She was the one who was unarmed, after all. It made more sense for the creature to attack her instead, but then again, Connor wondered if his and the creature's sense had anything in common. Keeping his eye on the creature, Connor used his free hand to search his surroundings for anything that he could use to, at the very least, spite the creature before he was torn to bits.
His felt his hand grab onto what felt like dusty stones, but they would have to do. With a shout, he spun his body and put as much force into throwing a handful of the stuff - it looked like coal, he noted - at the creature. Connor had been aiming at the eyes, but given how large they were, he did not really need to be precise. Taking advantage of the creature's temporary blindness, pain or whatever that was causing it to reel, Connor ran past it. "Any help you can give would be sure as feckin' helpful right now, missy!" He said to the girl as he looked around for anything that could be used.
There was a pistol-shaped object hanging from a wall behind a series of boilers, and immediately Connor knew that he was going to need that. The problem was that it meant he had to run past the creature again, and now he had nothing to work with. "We need that pistol," He said to the girl and gulped, his fear showing through.
Well, at least if they died right then, Connor could go knowing that he had been right about there being some sort of creature skulking in the shadows. It was little solace - or it would have been, if he had the time to even think about it - as he desperately did his best to alternate between fending off the creature and putting as much distance between it and him as possible. The most preferable option would have been to find a way to kill the damn thing, but firstly, Connor doubted he had the stomach for it and secondly, he did not even know if the thing would die like a human.
"Engine room!" Connor shouted in the general direction of the horn, hoping whoever that was on the other side would be able to hear him. "We're in the fecking-" He was rudely interrupted when the creature made a swipe towards him, forcing Connor to back away even further. "We're in the fecking engine room!"
The creature lunged for Connor once more, and in a panic, he backed away until his back touched the wall. Connor only wished he knew why the creature was so intent on chasing him, rather than the girl. She was the one who was unarmed, after all. It made more sense for the creature to attack her instead, but then again, Connor wondered if his and the creature's sense had anything in common. Keeping his eye on the creature, Connor used his free hand to search his surroundings for anything that he could use to, at the very least, spite the creature before he was torn to bits.
His felt his hand grab onto what felt like dusty stones, but they would have to do. With a shout, he spun his body and put as much force into throwing a handful of the stuff - it looked like coal, he noted - at the creature. Connor had been aiming at the eyes, but given how large they were, he did not really need to be precise. Taking advantage of the creature's temporary blindness, pain or whatever that was causing it to reel, Connor ran past it. "Any help you can give would be sure as feckin' helpful right now, missy!" He said to the girl as he looked around for anything that could be used.
There was a pistol-shaped object hanging from a wall behind a series of boilers, and immediately Connor knew that he was going to need that. The problem was that it meant he had to run past the creature again, and now he had nothing to work with. "We need that pistol," He said to the girl and gulped, his fear showing through.
Yup. 1st Generation SAR-21. Really easy to get into. Within a day, even the worst shooters were getting marksman standards. I wish the scope reticule was illuminated. I had to do my night shoot with a defective laser targeting device, so all I saw was black. Thankfully we used tracers for night practice, so I could use the light produced when the guys beside me hit their targets.
As much as I want to believe that, I'm not. My unit is a sipport unit for a support formation, and according to the clerk, I'm here only because I can obtain the security clearance required. Otherwise, I'd be in the infantry, which was sorta what I wanted in the first place. Ah well.
On mainland Singapore. Only officer and specialist cadets go overseas for training, as well as certain formations. I'm so rear echelon that they don't even bother issuing me a rifle. Intel woes, man.
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