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7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
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7 yrs ago
If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
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8 yrs ago
How do wing.
8 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Bio

Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

Most Recent Posts

WITH MY NEXT TRICK, I SHALL ATTEMPT TO UN-FUCK!
In other news, GO HORRIFICALLY BAD CHANCE TO GET THE FOOL
@The 42nd Gecko
I'D ASK IF I CAN GET IN ON THIS BUT I ALREADY HAVE A MACHINA DOOD
@The 42nd Gecko
... um... no I do not think so.

Also add me to that petition
@The 42nd Gecko
Lemme check my magic 8-ball real fast.

...

Nope.
I'll give you 3 guesses though, that's all you get.
The PRT Building


Overlook was face to face with the Director of the PRT.
Overlook was face to face with the Director of the PRT.
Overlook was face to fuck it you know what's going on he can't believe it.

The teen still couldn't actually believe he was in the presence of one of the most powerful individuals in Denv- no not just Denver, the whole world. It was a rather breathtaking idea to behold, someone like Ruben talking to this man. That wasn't the point though, as the only action Ruben has done this entire time he was in the room with the Director is stare at him preparing to speak but no words actually coming out. With a final push, the voice of Ruben was released to the Director.

"S-Sorry Mr. Director. I just never thought I'd be talking to someone with so much power in my life..." This wasn't all the teen had to say, he just had to take a deep breath before he continued talking to the Director. It was still a lot to take in. "Director, to be completely honest, I have absolutely no idea what I can do for you at all. It was a bit of an enigma when my trigger event happened, and I can't remember anything before that day. All I knew from that point on is that I had something... I didn't know what at first, but then it started to click in while I began to start figuring out my past. I tried to remember with what I could dig up, but my memories just... they couldn't come back. Since that day, I stayed in the bunker where Decoy found the connection to my only way to see the outside... my Eye. I'm no tinker, but from what I could scrounge around and with what I could get, this Eye kept me sane throughout the years I was down in that hole... and... well, I felt relieved when Decoy said he arranged this. I'd finally get real human interaction for the first time since I can remember. Again, I can't tell you what I can do for you - hell I don't even know what I can do for myself - but I can tell you that I'm gonna try my damn hardest to do what I can. All you can do for me is to help me get over this amnesia... and give my life purpose."

The teen had a small tear track down the side of his face when he finished talking. It wasn't the kind of tears you'd cry when you are sad, these are the kind of tears some people cry when they're under quite the bit of stress. It was also rather interesting to note that only Ruben's right eye cried, which was very odd.


The Alleys of Denver


"FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!" shouted Gaia as she very quickly bolted away from the squad of cops. The bullet missed by about 6 inches, thank Christ, but it was still a bit of a traumatic experience. In Gaia's head, Dunn was panicking about what was going on. "Oh God oh God oh God we're so screwed. Why did you follow this... this... clown Gaia?! What do we do now?!" "How about we continue to do the opposite of what Retcon says?" "GAIA WHAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF THIS SITUATION?!" "Retcon charged at them, we're running the hell away from them." Gaia quickly ducked around the corner into another alleyway for cover as she continued her evasion of the cops.
@Eklispe
@The 42nd Gecko
Semi-right there. Care to guess what's growing on here?
The Funganoid chuckled at the thought of volunteering for this. This was a prickly bounty hunter, and one that might not like being taken for the edgy scum that Tibulus saw deep within him. Tibulus responded to the angered bounty hunter with a slight tone of sarcasm and a pinch of smartass. "Heh. I'm not volunteering to do this. Volunteering is unpaid work, if you forgot that. I'd also like to see you try taking down something that's already deceased, I really look forward to it. This being said, I'd rather not have to feel the simulated pain you'd attempt to bring onto me, and as such, I'm going to stand down and let you simply go wallow in your own self-absorbed past. You don't get in my way with what I'm doing, and I'll stay out of yours with what you're doing. As long as we both do these things, we're cool." A small jolt of electricity pierced through the jumpsuit and shocked Stryker as the Funganoid finished his sermon, and with that, the skeleton leaned back on the crate and continued to smoke his cigar. "Oh, and you'd be the one piloting the transport shuttle, not me."
@Eklispe
Bing. Forgot to mention in my post.
The PRT Building


In the car before entering, Overlook responded to what the soldier said about the parahumanism. While it annoyed him, Overlook could figure that if you used parahumans as soldiers you might have a bit of conflict, but that was beside the point as the guard called him a nerd and said how he should've known there was a PRT website. "Jeez, aren't you a prickly pear. I might have known before my trigger event where I gained this amazing thing called amnesia and how I can't remember anything from before then." The guard didn't respond to that, and Overlook remained silent for the rest of the ride to the building.

Once actually at the PRT Building, Overlook simply pulled out the laptop and began to check the website. He knew it existed, but he never had any personal gain from the attempt to hack into it, nor did he really want to in any case. He didn't really find anything big on there, but he had a sneaking suspicion that something was up with the cape that he had met through the Eye prior to the backstab of what's-her-face and the meeting with Decoy. He noticed the group hastily left the scene from what he could hear, and Overlook wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on. Maybe the news held the answer...

Well... if there was anything, hopefully it would pop up soon. For the time being, Overlook played a bit more Morrowind until he was called for the meeting.


A Shipping Warehouse


Gaia followed the clown as... it burst out the door and made the fast dash into the alleyway, being immediately halted by police foam when they turned right. Although the clown was busy dealing with the police, Gaia's head was filled with the numerous thoughts of her brother and her, it ultimately being cluttered with sheer confusion. "Wait, if Retcon said to do the opposite, were we supposed to turn down this alleyway, or are we supposed to turn left up here, or were we supposed to stay back there and wait, or -" "Look Dunn. Sometimes you gotta take life by the plug and wrestle it until it works out in your favor." "That made no sense." "Exactly." With a hasty parry, Gaia turned left at the split where Retcon turned right, and proceeded that way.

@Eklispe
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