Da hell man? That's an interesting example you have ther.
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they will have a traditional pastafarianist wedding, and everyone will wear colanders on their heads.
I'm not sure how i would feel if the two end up hatef***ing each other in the end of this.
Aren't you with me, Diggerton, Lion, and Windel?
So can we do a run down of current teams?
Bobby nodded slowly, unsure of of how to react to Anthony's offer. Anthony in return merely grunted at his reticence, and pulled out another can from his bag, this one a cam of spam, and handed it to the boy. The boy began wolfing the meat down voraciously like it was the first food he had seen in days. Feeling a bit nostalgic, Anthony told the boy, "Hey kid, slow down or you'll get a stomach ache." The boy suddenly became quiet, and put down the piece of spam from his mouth. "My dad always used to tell me that..." the boy mumbled as he began curling into himself and began crying. Anthony didn't really know what to do, no training had taught him how to deal with this kind of situation. Eventually he settled for saying, "Shit, sorry kid didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."
As he began crying, Bobby was cursing himself in his head. "Why now you idiot? Countless days in the sewer, and now you breakdown? In front of a stranger?" But he couldn't help himself, as his began to realize that his tears were more that those of sorrow. True, he finally cried for his father, he cried for his life now gone, and he cried for the world that fell so hard. But he also wept to be alive, to being with a guardian that was proving to be kinder than he once expected, and he cried that the world had not all gone to hell and that good people still lived. And so, the two of them sat there, on the fire escape balcony, waiting for the boy to release his pent up stress and emotions.
As he began crying, Bobby was cursing himself in his head. "Why now you idiot? Countless days in the sewer, and now you breakdown? In front of a stranger?" But he couldn't help himself, as his began to realize that his tears were more that those of sorrow. True, he finally cried for his father, he cried for his life now gone, and he cried for the world that fell so hard. But he also wept to be alive, to being with a guardian that was proving to be kinder than he once expected, and he cried that the world had not all gone to hell and that good people still lived. And so, the two of them sat there, on the fire escape balcony, waiting for the boy to release his pent up stress and emotions.
"Well fuck." Artyem mumbled under his breath. He was currently stuck behind a crate, while a group of bounty hunters were moving up towards his position, staggering their fire as they hopped from cover to cover. He had been shopping for supplies among the blackmarket, and had bought an analog pistol when the confrontation began with a tank rated EMP hitting the bazaar. "If i survive this," Artyem thought, as he squeezed a few blasts from his pistol at the advancing wall of power armor, "I'm gonna kiss whoever decided that shipping crates had to be able to tank a an orbital bombardment!" He shouted to Jack, who had managed to avoid the EMP that had shut down Artyem's armor and gun. Jack's response was to spray his laser rifle at the oncoming party, scattering them. Artyem took that moment to leave the crate, throwing a flash grenade at the mercenaries, dived into a nearby alley, and began to run. his suit and rifle still had a few minutes until they were clear for use, minutes Artyem didn't have.
Diving behind a dumpster, Artyem took stock of his tools. He had a pistol, 3 unmodded frag grenades, and a flash bang. As well, he had: a suit of depowered power armor, a depowered rifle, his cybernetics (which he was glad that the scientists weren't joking when they said that they would stand a ship-rated EMP), and a sentient android/human consciousnesses in a robot shell that had a functional, basic, laser rifle. Hiding behind the dumpster, he heard his comrade jump down behind him. Turning around, Artyem said, "Jack, give me your programming chip." and he stretched out his hand torwards the silent robot. Jack nodded, and began tearing a hole in his chest, looking for the original drone chip in his processor. Finding it, he pulled it out and placed it into Artyems hand, who then placed it into his suits radio. Looking back at the robot, Artyem gave one final instruction, "Amelia, Go find help." Before he bolted down the alley into the maze of the station. The now rechristened "Amelia" leaped back up the sides of the close buildings electrical innards flailing about, just clearing the roof when the mercs bounded down the alley.
"Where the hell are they, Hector?" one of the mercs asked their leader. "Hector" merely grinned behind his enclosed helmet. "You three, follow me, where chasing after the 'Prodigal Son'. You, "pointing at the merc who had just spoken, "Return to base and get the rest of the team, and bring 2 of the APCs," and turning to the last merc, a female one clad in a slimmer, black and red armor with goggles, "Hesse you chase after the scientist. Now move!!" "Hector" began moving after the fleeing cyborg, the now identified Hesse jumped and began flying through the air. The lone merc sighed, and began the long trudge back to the HQ.
Diving behind a dumpster, Artyem took stock of his tools. He had a pistol, 3 unmodded frag grenades, and a flash bang. As well, he had: a suit of depowered power armor, a depowered rifle, his cybernetics (which he was glad that the scientists weren't joking when they said that they would stand a ship-rated EMP), and a sentient android/human consciousnesses in a robot shell that had a functional, basic, laser rifle. Hiding behind the dumpster, he heard his comrade jump down behind him. Turning around, Artyem said, "Jack, give me your programming chip." and he stretched out his hand torwards the silent robot. Jack nodded, and began tearing a hole in his chest, looking for the original drone chip in his processor. Finding it, he pulled it out and placed it into Artyems hand, who then placed it into his suits radio. Looking back at the robot, Artyem gave one final instruction, "Amelia, Go find help." Before he bolted down the alley into the maze of the station. The now rechristened "Amelia" leaped back up the sides of the close buildings electrical innards flailing about, just clearing the roof when the mercs bounded down the alley.
"Where the hell are they, Hector?" one of the mercs asked their leader. "Hector" merely grinned behind his enclosed helmet. "You three, follow me, where chasing after the 'Prodigal Son'. You, "pointing at the merc who had just spoken, "Return to base and get the rest of the team, and bring 2 of the APCs," and turning to the last merc, a female one clad in a slimmer, black and red armor with goggles, "Hesse you chase after the scientist. Now move!!" "Hector" began moving after the fleeing cyborg, the now identified Hesse jumped and began flying through the air. The lone merc sighed, and began the long trudge back to the HQ.
Time to fuck lots of ducks and rustle everyone's jimmies
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It's either that or Solanne bursts out laughing cause of her loli height.
self-preservation comes second to her own amusement doesn't it?
anyone want to room with me?
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