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3 mos ago
Current And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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1 yr ago
Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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2 yrs ago
If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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2 yrs ago
Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
2 yrs ago
Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Yamero.
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I feel I constantly have to because I feel no one gets how it feels to have multiple RP's dead in a year, having ghosters drop you at planning or when you agree to start and you do but never get a reply back. I feel I have no choice but to fight for my side to be heard and understood in contrast to being targeted and attacked all because I express frustration.


You feel, you feel. Good job. Bravo. Doesn't mean they have any basis in reality.

Reality check for you. RPs die all the time. People ghost each other all the time. Starters go unanswered all the time.

You are not an unique case, and it does suck sure. Take the L and move on like a big boy, or don't. Just don't be surprised when you get "attacked" for throwing a hissy.


It's time to put the thread down and go get some sleep. Also, if you're constantly on the receiving end of these so called mobs, it might be a bit prudent to think long and hard about why you supposedly have to "defend" yourself constantly.

Then again, if you need to be told that constantly, it's not like sitting down and thinking about it will probably do much good.
I know he's already dead at this point, but beating this horse is somewhat hilarious, so please continue.
M4A1 does not deserve this.
Hrm... so would a Witch that merges with Demons be a thing? Not sure if there's a classification that it would fall under, but maybe Craft?
"Toughing it out, huh?" Shaking his head just slightly, Vlad nonetheless didn't impose himself further on the Caster as he turned towards Diver and raised an eyebrow. He supposed the techies wanted to flex their own muscles so to speak, but a simpler simulation wouldn't have ended up breaking because of a simple vehicle hijack. It was all said and done though, so no point in dwelling on the matter for longer than necessary. Returning Chariot's smile with a slight thumbs up, he carefully took the offered lanyard between two gauntleted fingers that might have otherwise crushed the card.

Looking over it to make sure the information was all correct, he tied it off to his belt instead of hanging it around his neck. Turning away from Diver to retrieve his belongings and doff his gauntlets, he placed them away with a bit of noise before he slung his bags over a shoulder. While they hadn't actually gotten banged up, he'd need to take care of some routine maintenance that'd been passed up during the travel here.

"As nice as coffee and snacks were, I'm gonna grab some food if anyone wants to come along? I'm guessing I'll be able to get a drink from the medbays, Diver?" He was just starting to feel a bit thirsty, and the smell of even a little blood in the air wasn't doing much to keep it calm either. On the matter of medbays as well, he rubbed his neck with a sigh and continued, "Speaking of which, you might want to keep an eye on Thrones. She was already unsteady in the simulation, and her blood flow didn't feel any better just now."

Shrugging after his suggestion, he looked around at his remaining teammates to see if anyone was interested in the offer.
Well if they were planning to take the VTOL that made things a lot easier. Scooping Thrones up into his arms, he hoofed it alongside Mule into the commandeered vehicle. Shifting his grip so he could hold the Caster while grabbing onto a railing as the ship shakily rose up in the air, Vlad whistled as he glanced out the open bay doors. Judging by the speed and sharp turns made by Chariot, it seemed like her piloting experience was rather extensive.

Not that it seemed to matter in the end as the world seemed to break and glitch out. Wincing and shaking his head at the disorienting sight, he almost stumbled as the railing suddenly disappeared before the plane itself winked out of existence. Being suddenly frozen in place, unable to even move his head as the world went white, was certainly on Vlad's list of experiences he'd rather not go through again.

Head thudding against the cover of his pod as he jerked awake, Vlad impatiently tried to shift around. Giving up as he heard the systems humming away around him, he wiggled his fingers and toes to make sure nothing in his head had gotten fried during the testing. Stepping out the moment the pod opened to allow him to, his first order of business was to stretch a bit and get the blood flowing again.

As he crouched and rolled his shoulder, Vlad sniffed a bit as the faint scent of blood hit him. Looking towards Thrones as he stood up, he stepped over to lend her a hand with walking while saying, "Here, let me take care of that."

Regarding Diver's question about the simulation though. "As Mule said, it seems the simulation was mainly to test our skill in combat. It seems a bit overkill to design such a scenario if that's what the goal was. The package almost seems like something of an afterthought added on given how little its presence seemed to matter."
"Heh..." Rolling his arm around as he stepped back after hurling Feral up at the VTOL, Vlad gave a satisfied chuckle as he watched their Specialist latch on and slip into the loading bay. Hopefully she wouldn't have any trouble bringing it down, but for the moment he turned his attention elsewhere. The others seemed to be handling the downed droids without much trouble, so he turned his attention back towards the building's foyer.

Stepping across the debris strewn floor and crunching it beneath his steps, he winced a bit as a crash and thud came from outside moments before he arrived at Throne's side. Glancing over his shoulder at the downed VTOL, Vlad was a bit impressed Feral had even tried to land the thing. The growl that came from their Caster quickly demanded his attention again though, and he crouched down to give her a look over. "You in any danger of passing out?" He asked as he poked her with his own Arts to get an idea of what was happening with her.

Last thing he wanted was Throne to slip off his back because she suddenly decided it was time for lights out.
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