I have been preoccupied with being dead. My return might be imminent.
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@Silen Syanka
What do I need to change about mine? Or was it because of me accidentally posting it to the character tab?
What do I need to change about mine? Or was it because of me accidentally posting it to the character tab?
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Hello there. I would like to join. I'm a bit sick and delirious, so I apologize in advance for any particularly gratuitous typos. The character sheets are also works in progress.
That's a shame. I quite like that link.
teehee the present post count in IC is 69. Aren't I clever?
teehee the present post count in IC is 69. Aren't I clever?
"You see, they have the power of gods..." Kyle said, bringing the tip of his boot to what remained of what was scarcely recognizable as the head of a downed Hex, spilling its splattered brain matter onto the sidewalk. "But the minds of humans." He concluded, glancing back up to his men and giving them a brisk nod. Gunfire snapped and bullets whizzed around him, but he remained upright and unphased. He rasped as he took another lung full of the chemicals from his rebreather, then spun around and reciprocated the fire with some of his own.
Kyle snorted and giggled, lowering his weapon and pointing a gloved finger off to a window of the building at the other end of the street. Hanging out from its frame was the bloodied remains of another Hex. "See how easy that was? They can't even shoot straight! We can!" Kyle burst into outright laughter as he advanced up the street in a near skip. His men followed, their battle cry consisting of only giddy laughter. "Storm Hyenas" was the nickname they received from those who have witnessed the surreal spectacle of Storm Hound in action.
Storm Hound had only encountered a few sentries as they infiltrated Medburn, all of which taken down without any particular incident. As it turned out, these Hexes were not only rather low grade, but poorly trained and equipped with weapons that posed extremely little threat to an M62A2 Petraeus suit. The hostages, as they had found, were already executed long before they showed up. So now they had full reign to do what they do best, and relished doing at that.
As Kyle's squad bounded up the street, they were briefly halted by a Hex with four arms, who had sprung out from an alleyway. The upper two were raised, the bottom two clutched the pole of a broom with a bed sheet tied to the end of it; a white flag. Kyle thrust the barrel of his gun into his open mouth and blasted his head away before a declaration of surrender could even be uttered. "Human rights are for humans" he jeered as he ran by the corpse.
Kyle snorted and giggled, lowering his weapon and pointing a gloved finger off to a window of the building at the other end of the street. Hanging out from its frame was the bloodied remains of another Hex. "See how easy that was? They can't even shoot straight! We can!" Kyle burst into outright laughter as he advanced up the street in a near skip. His men followed, their battle cry consisting of only giddy laughter. "Storm Hyenas" was the nickname they received from those who have witnessed the surreal spectacle of Storm Hound in action.
Storm Hound had only encountered a few sentries as they infiltrated Medburn, all of which taken down without any particular incident. As it turned out, these Hexes were not only rather low grade, but poorly trained and equipped with weapons that posed extremely little threat to an M62A2 Petraeus suit. The hostages, as they had found, were already executed long before they showed up. So now they had full reign to do what they do best, and relished doing at that.
As Kyle's squad bounded up the street, they were briefly halted by a Hex with four arms, who had sprung out from an alleyway. The upper two were raised, the bottom two clutched the pole of a broom with a bed sheet tied to the end of it; a white flag. Kyle thrust the barrel of his gun into his open mouth and blasted his head away before a declaration of surrender could even be uttered. "Human rights are for humans" he jeered as he ran by the corpse.
Well, I had to trade the dirt for a yurt, which really did hurt, and my tears did spurt.
With glee I'll accept your bee, and ensure that it shall feel no agony as it rests within a jar upon my knee. I'm on a bit of a bee collecting spree, you see.
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