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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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9 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

Most Recent Posts

Truth.
Myth would glance at his fellow classmate, then put his head down, facing away from him.
Deyja covers his face and cries, pulling his knees up to his chest. “We’re going to get hurt… We’re going to end up in that building like everyone else and we’re gonna not come out the same and we’re never going to remember each other and we may die and we’re going to get hurt!” He leans against whomever is sitting next to him.
They all load into the landing ship, and after a few lurches the ship undocks from the Dellias and heads down towards the surface. There is a little bit of turbulence as they enter the atmosphere, and once that stops the windows on the ship open, letting in the sound of wind. They all would have been given an earpiece to communicate. After a moment, they hear the pilot curse, and the ships jerks suddenly as they stop descending. Below them is a gigantic hole, about two KM across, and so deep there’s only blackness inside. Even from where they are in the sky, they can make out a hanger being built to one side of the abyss. “Okay, where in the name of Azure did that come from?” The pilot yells through the wind, tilting to take a turn. “Okay, Draco, I’m going to land at the southern part of the isle. Use your remote communications unit when you’re on the way back so I can prep for takeoff.” They begin to descend again, heading for the southern part of the isle, which is maybe half a kilometer of space before the sea. As they get closer, they can barely make out a building in the darkness of the pit. As they get under 3 KM, a few dozen fighters launch from the building in the abyss, and fly at the transport. They can hear the pilot shouting into communications with the Dellias. After a moment a dozen Divitian fighters engage the Halycon fighters. When they hit the ground, Dreveden indicates for them to get out fast, and leaps out onto the grassy ground. There’s no trees or any sort of cover in the area, but fortunately, there doesn’t seem to be any hostiles either. Yet.
Myth would wander into the NOT class half an hour early, and make his way to a chair in the back, settling in. He pulled his shirt up over his nose, and let his hair fall down over his forehead so that the drawings Nightwalker put on last night are barely visible. He would nod to the teacher as he passes her, barely murmuring "Morning," as he does so. He's in his usual attire, long sleeved grey shirt, jeans, his hands in his pockets, and a general 'Don't bother me' look.
Myth's alarm went off, and he sat up, rubbing his face. He made himself some cereal for breakfast, figuring Nightwalker just isn't up yet, and then headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. His yell of anger from the drawings on his face are audible for a block around his house. He does his best to wash it off before heading to the DWMA, growling curses under his breath.
Heh, Deyja would've had a real problem with the multiple genders at a slumber party, he really doesn't like breaking rules, but whatever, works for me.
Myth groaned and rubbed his head, something had waken him. Was is laughter? He shook his head, and decided that since he was already up, to grab some water from the kitchen. He started to make his way towards the kitchen, rubbing a little bit of the sleepiness from his face.
Only been three days, shush.
Myth would stay up for a while reading, before heading into his room, lying down on his bed and contemplating the meaning of his life until he falls asleep as well.
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