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5 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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I need a vacation...
5 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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5 yrs ago
My dog died.
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5 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.

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I'm still here a waitin'.
Ducaelia was hiding behind the tank this time, her hack tool out and active. She giggled mercilessly. "Just a little here, and probing here, a broken firewall there, and done!" The tool's screen turned from yellow to green and the APC's gave a slight lurch before stopping completely. One driver was very confused and pushed on the peddle. Nothing happened. A grinning face appeared on the display board of the APC. He looked very confused now.

The vandrell assassin giggled maniacally. "And this is why you don't drive automatic." Her think robotic hand turned a dial on the side of the tool and peeked her head out to watch the chaos unfold.

The driver was angry now, smacking the display board hoping it would help. The grinning face had devil horns now. He looked at it worried. He attempted to open the door, but nothing happened. He got wide eyed in realization. "oh fuu-"
*RRRREEEEEEETTT*
The APCs started driving around like dragsters, with all manual control denied. They ran through their allies corpses, creating a few marks of road kill. Two smacked into each other, pushing each other like rams. Another started doing donuts not too far away from the Chimera. One slammed into a wall, collapsing some of it and incapacitating it's occupants. The fifth one, containing the driver who realized what was happening, turned to quickly and tipped over. The other two, after driving over some of the previous casualties, Managed to regain control, but destroyed the automatic systems in the process.
Seeing this, Ducaelia activated her shield gauntlet, changing the charge flow in her body to do so, and ran towards the APC's quickly to take them out. One got to their turret in time and started shooting at her. She smiled, but then scowled thinking she should have done this earlier. She got up to it and jumped on top, and put a stinger round in the thug's head. He slumped off the side, and she noticed he had a grenade. She leaned down and pulled the pin, kicking him into the hole. She then put the shield below her, planning to take advantage of the small blast.
It went off, blowing the APC apart. The blast threw Ducaelia into the air, where she turned her cloak on to avoid people shooting at her. She landed not to far from the other APC, but it got it's engine started, and took off. Ducaelia got a hand on though, and turned off her shield, trading it for her claws. She pierced holes in the APC while sheet attempted to climb on top. She did but was greeted with a turret barrel. "Cyne if you hear this, please help. Kinda like NOW!"
@Rune_Alchemist

Thank you for giving me a lot of reasons to make Crevix say plenty of jokes about young people.

(this is not meant offensively, but I found it amusing.)
Ducaelia jumped into the middle of the thugs and started shooting them and cutting with no relent. A few shots hit her, but not enough to take her out. Eventually, she turned on her cloak and got out of the main lines of fire. She noticed Gerad downed all the APCs. She looked up from above cover and yelled as loud as her voice box would. "Thank you Monkey-boy!" And she immediately went back in, shooting her stingers to get a few taken down before doing as she did before.
Now she was in much better mood.

Ducaelia death toll: 11
Crevix peeked his head out from the shadows. "I have a question admiral." He walked up to the area and saluted lazily. "Do you know the exact position of the Hive force on sundown, and an estimate of their numbers?" He looked at map, analyzing the plan with a seemably robotic focus. This was a great plan in his opinion, but one with many, very unfavorable risks.
He wasn't a gambler by any means, but if he was to put money on the two forces success, he would reluctantly put it on the Shard.




There it was again.

Langcastor was hearing something quite interesting that was occasionally touching the other Dragon's systems. First parasite was interfaced with, then another dragon shrugged it off. And at the same time, he heard a sound. It was curious, but not worth his attention yet.

Again, he heard it, and it was louder.

He got up and looked around, nothing the various technicians and other crew in the pens. He scanned them all with his sonar for a bit, waiting to hear the sound.

riik riik riik riik

He detected the person producing the sound, holding a data-pad. Langcastor produced a metallic growl that echoed through the pens while 'looking' directly at him. The man looked up, frightened. Langcastor growled more intensely. The tech doing diagnostics in Langcastor was very wary.
Jack O'Loocish knew Langcastor better than the other technicians, and was the only one that would work with it after an incident with a particular person who tried to make him wake up and stay awake. When Langcastor growls, he knew someone was doing something annoying and wrong. He saw what, or rather who, Langcastor was focused on. "He'! What are ya' doin'? Ya' pissin' off Langcastor, which isn't somethin' ya' wanna' do!" he yelled in his thick accent. Langcastor's target just ran towards the crew quarters.
Langcastor looked at Jack and gave a little grunt before laying down. Jack patted the dragon's metallic hide and went back to work.
Slight change in plans folks. Due to some issues, the main thread will instead be released sometime over the weekend. I had planned tonight, but sadly not. Sorry.
@ShiningSector

Ducaelia barely heard Silas. She turned to the scene with lights blood red and claws blazing. Her face plate was covered in Gore and her legs splattered with blood. If she had a mouth she would have been smiling sadistically at the assassin. She seemed drunk, as if the anger affected her brain. She leaned back and giggled, before turning her cloak on. A second later, She pushed everybody else out of the way and turned her cloak off. She held the guy by the head and giggled again. She turned back on her index claws on her left hand and slowly cut through his mask, deep enough to where it would barely pierce the skin. He screamed in pain, and she laughed.
When she stopped she quickly took his helmet off completely and held him by the shoulder, piercing his shoulder with her thumb. Her lights turned a purple, and she sighed. "Look buddy, I'm in a bad mood. You tell them whatever they'd like and point me in the direction of your master and I'll let the pain go away. All of it. So, where's Death, so I can give him a smile on his boney face~.?"


@Nerdy Reference

Send me a PM for something more specific such as your cult. As for others, same for specific things, but otherwise I'll let you know more Friday.
@Queen Tomato

Max around ten or twelve. Players in the story are just city people who haven't really left. They may be skilled, but not masters. As for mages, I'll allow use of higher spells, but require assistance from outside sources such as a book, amulet, or allies in order to cast them.

EDIT: At certain points, I'll make it obvious that characters are stronger and more experienced.
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