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That's a C R A Z Y casual interest check
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Is it *normal* to have a bunch of readers on your 1x1?
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10 days ago
Yeah, man. Ghosts are rude.
11 days ago
Is that how you get visitor messages? I thought you got them by being cool. ... oh, shit, I forgot I had any.
14 days ago
Climb into space with Dr. Steve Brule
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
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Mmm... I'm trying to decide what to do about tentacle witch. = 3=
Your character can go home alive. :D
I'm aliiiiive. I was helping my brother move. Be back.... Saturday.
I'm aliiiive. I was helping my brother move.
However many people drop.
I saw the eyes first, and then wasn't sure what I was seeing. Then I figured it out
Wait a minute, is that High School of the Dead...?
Wait a minute, is that High School of the Dead...?
The hell is your sig, Spriggs?
I'm pretty sure it is. :D
I almost want to make that last sentence, like, a bullet point or a scrolling news ticker.
Their conversation was interrupted as one of the Ranger leads addressed them all with a commanding voice. They were to take a pledge, and were thus given one. She holds her Styler high and repeats the words, her eyes closed. She doesn't flinch away from the Styler's zap, instead slowly lowering the device to her chest. She must take the pledge to heart.
The device was active now, huh?
Regan opened her eyes and turned her head down to look at it, holding it in her opened palm. She stares at it for a moment before starting to fiddle with it. If this was the tool of her trade, she should figure out how to work it. She was in the middle of busying herself with that when tragedy struck.
It was the hair on the back of her neck that alerted her. She turned her attention upward and caught sight of the massive ghost-type. Panic stuck immediately, and she froze. A Dusknoir!? That's crazy! Forgetting what she held in her hands, her left swings aside and her right goes for her poke-
Oh. Shit.
The ex-trainer's eyes turned quickly to confirm before turning again to look at the weird shape in her left hand. The styler... but could she manage it? Using this tool, in this situation? She looked up, into the sky, watching that Flygon's silhouette. It's found her again now, and was descending rapidly. The woman's eyes narrowed and she gripped the Styler tightly, before taking a stance. She'd just have to prove it, then. Even if it was a ghost pokemon in front of her.
Oh. It went away.
"..." Silence, and a dead rookie. She wondered how some of the others would react to that. Most likely, not everyone on that boat was prepared to encounter death. Not so soon. And with their missions coming up in only a few hours, they could not afford to be distracted by something like this. Standing and giving it idle thought would do no good, so she turned to her group. "If I might get the opinions of my teammates. What do you think of the appearance of such a powerful ghost pokemon in this area?" Herself? It bothered her. She wouldn't expect to run into ghost pokemon here. Not at this time of day, either. "It was awfully aggressive, too, wasn't it..."
The Flygon has flown away.
The device was active now, huh?
Regan opened her eyes and turned her head down to look at it, holding it in her opened palm. She stares at it for a moment before starting to fiddle with it. If this was the tool of her trade, she should figure out how to work it. She was in the middle of busying herself with that when tragedy struck.
It was the hair on the back of her neck that alerted her. She turned her attention upward and caught sight of the massive ghost-type. Panic stuck immediately, and she froze. A Dusknoir!? That's crazy! Forgetting what she held in her hands, her left swings aside and her right goes for her poke-
Oh. Shit.
The ex-trainer's eyes turned quickly to confirm before turning again to look at the weird shape in her left hand. The styler... but could she manage it? Using this tool, in this situation? She looked up, into the sky, watching that Flygon's silhouette. It's found her again now, and was descending rapidly. The woman's eyes narrowed and she gripped the Styler tightly, before taking a stance. She'd just have to prove it, then. Even if it was a ghost pokemon in front of her.
Oh. It went away.
"..." Silence, and a dead rookie. She wondered how some of the others would react to that. Most likely, not everyone on that boat was prepared to encounter death. Not so soon. And with their missions coming up in only a few hours, they could not afford to be distracted by something like this. Standing and giving it idle thought would do no good, so she turned to her group. "If I might get the opinions of my teammates. What do you think of the appearance of such a powerful ghost pokemon in this area?" Herself? It bothered her. She wouldn't expect to run into ghost pokemon here. Not at this time of day, either. "It was awfully aggressive, too, wasn't it..."
The Flygon has flown away.
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