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We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:
HASTA LA VISTA BABY!
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Slightly afraid of 'Rolands 2.0: Gangsta Model'
@Daemanis Thank god, I was really enjoying this, so I was pretty miffed when I thought it was dead.
Marino Di Liberto
Marty remained in his sleeping position as Nexus and Gar entered. As he heard loud metal clangs against the table, his eyes fluttered open slightly. He waved two fingers at them dismissively. He didn't really fit the picture of a captain of a ship. He was worn out, and clearly nodding back to sleep. His stature wasn't what one would call formidable. He was told he had to wear suits to work by his old boss when he got the promotion, so he would look smart. He didn't look particularly smart now, with his collar and tie undone, half of his collar tucked into his jacket, and half his shirt tail hanging out. He looked less like a serious military man and more of a drug addict at a formal gathering.
He heard two other crew members greeting him, Masha and Wren. He knew Masha was a new recruit. They had met before, as he had to show up at her graduation from the Academy. Truly, it was a dreary occasion. He had to shake her hand and smile cordially, like a respectable Captain. Truly, the sight of him now would be a shock to the system. Wren had been with him for three years and was probably accustomed to this sight. Wren was quite like Marty when he first joined The Condor, and Marty was eagerly awaiting the day when he became a cynical wreck like he had.
It was only as Christian greeted him that he shot up in his chair. "Shut up De Leon! It's 6:35 and I'm exhausted. Do you know what time I got to bed? 5:00! In the morning!" If anyone had been walking the hall of The Condor, they may have realised his late bedtime may have been something to do with the attractive young woman escaping the ship at dawn. He had been told he wasn't allowed to smuggle women on, but that didn't stop him. He still looked groggy, his expression changed to one of shell shock when Ramona hurriedly entered the room. He shuffled over to her, saying in a low tone "Stay after this meeting. Oh, and nice shirt." He winked before returning to his chair.
He tried to retain the appearance of nearly sleeping, but it was slightly obvious he was ogling Ramona, smiling a little.
@Sigurd @Polaris North
@ChaoticFox Never too late! I should put that in the title.
Hang on, this thing isn't dead? Wow I have some catching up to do.
@Sigurd It's probably a lot bigger. I should have noted it's not to scale in any way.
First post is up!
Marino Di Liberto
Business as usual would be a bit of a stretch the describe what The Condor was going through at the moment. That is to say, it had had no business whatsoever. No rouge aliens, no new planets, not even an escort mission. It was frustrating to many crew members. I can't say all because one crew member was rather happy about this stagnant period.
Captain Marino Di Liberto was not a typical captain. Mainly because he was tired of his job. He was very good at it when he put in the effort, but he honestly couldn't be bothered anymore. He hadn't always been this way, but he changed when he moved to The Condor. Work exhausted him, and he became almost jaded. So a lack of work was a blessing.
The Condor had stated on Earth for around a month now, but all that was about to change. Yesterday Marty had received a mission from the IOSE. Much to his annoyance. It was simple, some rouge Titchua aliens had raided a merchant ship, they had to get back the stolen goods. It was almost too simple, making Marty weary of what it could lead to.
Walking to the meeting room of The Condor, he shuffled his file nervously. If he had watched enough old sci-if films, like Star Trek (his favourite series ever), he knew that some complicated mission to save the universe was about to take place, with him at the helm.
Laying his file on the head of the table, he leaned into the microphone on the table, broadcasting his message into the rooms of all aboard the ship. "Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the ISS Condor. Its an ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. Or at least come to the meeting room. Captain out!" He sat in a large chair, lacing his fingers, resting his head in his shoulder, giving the impression he was sleeping. It was only 6:30 in the morning.
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