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3 yrs ago
Current Goddamn commies... They ruined communism!
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3 yrs ago
Fun fact: up close, all burning candles smell of singed nose hair.
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3 yrs ago
Just say no to the Corona virus, it cant legally enter your body without consent.
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3 yrs ago
The problem with common sense is that its not all that common.
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3 yrs ago
I once played Hell March to a cow, now its Moscow.
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GET OUT OF MY PROFILE! I'VE GOT A GUN AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO SHOOT MYSELF!

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Still pining for that AI role!

How exactly would I even write up a sheet for that though?
Gotta admit, I like the look of this! If possible, I'd like to reserve the AI spot! I'm gonna love every single one of you to death! c:

The setting reminds me a lot of Space Station 13, which if you're familiar with, you're a weird, weird person.
I've been craving some mecha action as of late... Are we aiming more towards real mecha (think Battletech), or anime mecha (Gundam)?
So I'm gonna sound like a bit of an asshole here... But you realize Terra is the Latin word for Earth, right? Calling an inter-stellar species Terrans makes no sense. It would be the humans that should be called Terrans.

I also had difficulties following the outlined plot, since you bombard us with names in the first few sentences without really setting up who or what they are. Might be a good idea to make a small section before the plot outlining who the factions are and what their goals are. Unless this is base on a franchise or something and I just missed that, in which case it probably makes sense to the fans.

And one final note, coming from a graphic designer, your signature text could really use some contrasting outline. Yellow on a white background isnt the easiest on the eyes.

No personal offense meant of course, just some constructive criticism!
How powerful are we allowed to make our characters? Are we all supposed to play rookies, or are we allowed to make veterans or perhaps even famous characters?
Oh fuck yeah, I love Solo Leveling!


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"Aaah... I'm so hungry..." It had been a good week since Triko had left the confines of her cozy nest, shooed off by her mother for reasons she still didnt completely understand. While initially excited to see the world, Triko began to quickly realize the world wasn't as hospitable as she would've liked. She blew through her rations her mother had prepared in mere days, not familiar at all with the act of rationing. Sleep was quite hard to find as well. While the lush, verdant forests she flew across had plenty of trees to safely sleep in; they were a far cry from the warm, comfy nestings she had grew up in. By the time her rations had run out, Triko had to make do with whatever fruit she could find in the forests; which thankfully were plentiful given the temperate climate, but not as nutritional as a traveling harpy would need.

With no real goal to meet, Triko simply kept flying further and further south; until eventually the great ocean opened up on the horizon. It was as good a goal as any to fly towards and maybe take some rest, after all, Triko had never in her life seen that much water before. As she came closer and closer, a large port town caught her keen eyes; making for an excellent landmark to fly towards.

Of course, with hardly any food or rest, the poor thing was utterly exhausted. And while the details of the port town came into better view, Triko found her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Five seconds... I'll just rest my eyes for... Five... Seconds..." The haggard harpy thought to herself as she closed her eyes. With exhaustion taking her consciousness, the now limply gliding harpy entered a quick descent; unaware of the rapidly approaching ground.

In the ambassador's suite's garden, Amira's thoughts would no doubt be rudely interrupted by a sudden cracking of branches of a nearby tree, followed by a heavy thud as a particularly colorful harpy suddenly crash landed into the luxurious garden; sending the brightly colored feathers flying all over the place.

Now dirtied, emaciated and with cuts across her face and arms, Triko looked up in confusion; her eyes growing large as Amira's guards were rapidly approaching the possible threat with their weapons drawn. Triko had never seen a naga before, but it didn't take a genius to understand they weren't coming to her help. "Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The girl cried out, scrambling up onto her trembling feet. Dazed and confused, she turned around and tried to make a running start to fly off again... But her limbs felt like stone and her wings had obviously taken some damage during her fall. She could barely take four steps before she fell to her knees again.

"No, no, no! Please don't hurt me! It was an accident! I didn't mean it!" She cried out, scampering up to the base of the tree and curling up into a ball; her colorful wings wrapping around her trembling body in a defensive gesture.
Getting a real Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter vibe from this, which I'm really digging.

Plus, who'd give up the chance to shoot Edward Cullen through his sparkly face?
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