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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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5 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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6 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
7 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Kad, I would advice against that. If I read it correctly the thing has regeneration and is capable of evolving to adapt to the situation. Shooting the groin may result in some highly uncomfortable situation for everyone. Particularly if it decides to go after males as well.
Well, I'll be posting as soon as posible
UE? Ue you bish, Keeva baby is ok by me. So add away if you leik.
Her day starts with a cup of coffee. Tea was for stuck up prats who walked and talked as if they had a gyrating stick up their bottom.
This was a very fine day indeed, for the balcony she sat in had a perfectly good view of the Foggy Lake, with all its foggy splendour. Of course the sounds of the occasional ear rending banshee shriek adds to the atmosphere. Why have birds when you have banshees? Oh and of course, as of every morning since last Tuesday, there seemed to be a group of them coordinating their shrieks. And speak of the devil, for their voices came just as she was thinking they disbanded, rattling her mug on its place as they gave different pitched and toned shrieks in succession. This time it seemed to be..... Mozart, the sixth symphony. How oddly refined. So in short...
"I miss Ireland." She gave a long sigh. At least there were some good music out here, a cappella shrieks or not.
Cornelia IV von Elzbern du Swarztheim, or just Amelia O'Garry before she decided she needed a grander name, was understandably bored after all the time she spent alone within the confines of the castle. She'd torture some of the maids, but she didn't feel like doing any of that when Silvia, her main maid for torture was taking her day off, leaving only the head maid Hilda on duty.
Her small wings, condensed for convenience's sake, started to beat nervously as she considered going back to Ireland. It was not possible however, for the moldy old bastards up in their tower would never let her do that, and the wall itself was for the protection of everyone in this place if she recalled correctly.
She hatched a devious plan as soon as the maid on duty excused herself for a moment, no doubt to find some more thread for her arm. Normally she would berate her for not sewing it on properly, but her mind hatched a devious plan as soon as she realized there was only one maid watching over her.
Her wings burst open to their full size as soon as the maid disappeared down the hallway, looking like a mass of black shadows vaguely shaped like batwings. With a powerful flap, she flew to tremendous heights, and spiralled down towards the Foggy Lake itself. If she recalled correctly there was an arts teacher who teaches her all those fine arts thing. Cornellia was a bit confused by her however, for the arts teacher, The arts teacher still wore such shabby robes when her pay was enough to buy better middle class clothes. Did she have an attachment to such a plebeian garb?
Working off memory alone, she identified the art teacher's house, and zoomed in towards the window.
She crashed against the wall beside it with enough force to rattle the windows, recovered from her daze, walked around to the front door and knocked.
"It is I! Cornelia IV von Elzbern du Swarztheim! I have need to speak to you, Ms. Art Teacher!"
This was a very fine day indeed, for the balcony she sat in had a perfectly good view of the Foggy Lake, with all its foggy splendour. Of course the sounds of the occasional ear rending banshee shriek adds to the atmosphere. Why have birds when you have banshees? Oh and of course, as of every morning since last Tuesday, there seemed to be a group of them coordinating their shrieks. And speak of the devil, for their voices came just as she was thinking they disbanded, rattling her mug on its place as they gave different pitched and toned shrieks in succession. This time it seemed to be..... Mozart, the sixth symphony. How oddly refined. So in short...
"I miss Ireland." She gave a long sigh. At least there were some good music out here, a cappella shrieks or not.
Cornelia IV von Elzbern du Swarztheim, or just Amelia O'Garry before she decided she needed a grander name, was understandably bored after all the time she spent alone within the confines of the castle. She'd torture some of the maids, but she didn't feel like doing any of that when Silvia, her main maid for torture was taking her day off, leaving only the head maid Hilda on duty.
Her small wings, condensed for convenience's sake, started to beat nervously as she considered going back to Ireland. It was not possible however, for the moldy old bastards up in their tower would never let her do that, and the wall itself was for the protection of everyone in this place if she recalled correctly.
She hatched a devious plan as soon as the maid on duty excused herself for a moment, no doubt to find some more thread for her arm. Normally she would berate her for not sewing it on properly, but her mind hatched a devious plan as soon as she realized there was only one maid watching over her.
Her wings burst open to their full size as soon as the maid disappeared down the hallway, looking like a mass of black shadows vaguely shaped like batwings. With a powerful flap, she flew to tremendous heights, and spiralled down towards the Foggy Lake itself. If she recalled correctly there was an arts teacher who teaches her all those fine arts thing. Cornellia was a bit confused by her however, for the arts teacher, The arts teacher still wore such shabby robes when her pay was enough to buy better middle class clothes. Did she have an attachment to such a plebeian garb?
Working off memory alone, she identified the art teacher's house, and zoomed in towards the window.
She crashed against the wall beside it with enough force to rattle the windows, recovered from her daze, walked around to the front door and knocked.
"It is I! Cornelia IV von Elzbern du Swarztheim! I have need to speak to you, Ms. Art Teacher!"
Jebus christ, you guys work fast. I'm still agonizing on the picture for my cs.
This spot ish mien. I will pu up someting here
Dat skeleton. Anyways, imma give an intro to the Foggy Laek soon.
The shot from Raider gundam shook the cockpit violently, further agitating her wound which she was now very aware of. "...Phase Shift Armor holding... field test successful.. Energy drain, acceptable..." The mere fact that the Strike was performing superbly at least in the Phase Shift Armor category was enough to bring a weak smile to her face, and it withstood a shot from another G-project's weapons. Milya would be absolutely ecstatic if not for the fact an enemy was hijacking Raider right now.
"This is Ensign Arsenio Forneus of OMNI Enforcer!! You in the Pink and Black Gundams, identify yourselves or I will end you!"
Ah, it was bigmouth again. He seemed a good enough person but had a habit of being absolutely grating on the nerves. And was Aegis compromised as well? If only she had the killswitch for the G-projects.
While he, Mr. Macho over there was occupied with Aegis(..did he even know how to pilot Duel Gundam properly?) , she on the other hand had Raider right across from her, and Strike would not be able to stand sustained fire and the subsequent drain on its batteries for long. However, while it was true that Strike was outgunned by the Raider in terms of firepower, but as one of the person who worked on the OS for the Gundam as well as their parts, she had a bit advantage there if she played her cards right.
However, the Raider decided not to press its advantage, and zoomed away, shooting away at Duel as it did so. She pursued him out of the hangar, before giving up. Strike was made for versatility in the battlefield with its striker packs, and as off now, it would be suicide to follow Raider, as well as stupid as they would also lose Strike in the process If only the Striker packs were already prepped... Cowards... when they were the one who attacked them first... Her blood was already boiling from the sheer stupidity of it all, and she found herself blaming those three earlier. If only they didn't mention such a thing, then this might not had happened... It was irrational to say the least, and she knew that, but in her current state she couldn't help but blame everything for this madness.
"Milya Sveis, Assistant Technician, Strike confirmed safe..." She started on the private comlink, before almost losing consciousness on the keyboard. She didn't do much, save spray some bullets at some people and getting shot at, but at least they didn't get Strike. She'd like to believe they didn't get it because she was already in it, but she had a feeling that would not be true if Arsenio didn't commandeer Duel.
She finally collapsed backwards onto her chair, pressing a hand on the gunshot wound.
Milya didn't think she could even pilot Strike for a minute more, much less survive a duel with Raider right now.
"This is Ensign Arsenio Forneus of OMNI Enforcer!! You in the Pink and Black Gundams, identify yourselves or I will end you!"
Ah, it was bigmouth again. He seemed a good enough person but had a habit of being absolutely grating on the nerves. And was Aegis compromised as well? If only she had the killswitch for the G-projects.
While he, Mr. Macho over there was occupied with Aegis(..did he even know how to pilot Duel Gundam properly?) , she on the other hand had Raider right across from her, and Strike would not be able to stand sustained fire and the subsequent drain on its batteries for long. However, while it was true that Strike was outgunned by the Raider in terms of firepower, but as one of the person who worked on the OS for the Gundam as well as their parts, she had a bit advantage there if she played her cards right.
However, the Raider decided not to press its advantage, and zoomed away, shooting away at Duel as it did so. She pursued him out of the hangar, before giving up. Strike was made for versatility in the battlefield with its striker packs, and as off now, it would be suicide to follow Raider, as well as stupid as they would also lose Strike in the process If only the Striker packs were already prepped... Cowards... when they were the one who attacked them first... Her blood was already boiling from the sheer stupidity of it all, and she found herself blaming those three earlier. If only they didn't mention such a thing, then this might not had happened... It was irrational to say the least, and she knew that, but in her current state she couldn't help but blame everything for this madness.
"Milya Sveis, Assistant Technician, Strike confirmed safe..." She started on the private comlink, before almost losing consciousness on the keyboard. She didn't do much, save spray some bullets at some people and getting shot at, but at least they didn't get Strike. She'd like to believe they didn't get it because she was already in it, but she had a feeling that would not be true if Arsenio didn't commandeer Duel.
She finally collapsed backwards onto her chair, pressing a hand on the gunshot wound.
Milya didn't think she could even pilot Strike for a minute more, much less survive a duel with Raider right now.
oh wow, did I miss two posts by Vance? Well, my post should be up by today if not tomorrow.
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