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The Nameless Writer
STATUS: Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon. 5 yrs ago
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Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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When did I do that?
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Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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Jesus fucking fishtits, finally finished.
Birdpuns, and all that jazz.
And, LUGUBRIOUS!? WHY'RE YOU SHOWING UP EVERYWHERE FOR ME NOW?
Yes! The great and mighty tree of the land of Ire has finally joined us.
Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice
Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off.
He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers.
Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.
Robert continued hoping that Ms. Vanhomrigh wouldn't notice him taking the wrong firing stance. He felt sympathetic for Priscilla, since Ms. Vanhomrigh had caught her even though he was making several more mistakes. Robert waited for Ms. Vanhomrigh's signal before preparing to take his first shot. He looked down the sights; lined up the crosshairs with the center of the target, completely disregarding bullet drop, wind, et cetera; and pulled his finger back, since he hadn't been listening to Ms. Van's instructions to keep the fingers off the trigger until ready to fire. Nothing. Nothing happened. Robert made an irritated grunt before trying to pull the trigger again. Still nothing. Why wasn't the rifle firing? He continuously pulled on the trigger, again and again. Nothing was happening. He began inspecting the gun for issues, but didn't find anything. The magazine was in properly, the charging handle had already been pulled back. "What's wrong with this thing?" Robert then noticed the small switch next to the trigger. "Wait, what's this?" he said as he flipped it from 'Safe' to 'Semi/Fire.' He had forgotten to turn the safety off. Robert looked back at the target and resumed where he had left off.
He pulled the trigger, not expecting the recoil this time, and the muzzle quickly lifted upwards. "Whoa," he said aloud as he felt a sudden feeling of power over the paper targets that sat 25 yards away. He smiled and looked through the scope again, trying to see where his shot had hit. Robert was pretty sure he saw a small hole in the lower right corner of the target. He aimed higher and to the left of his target, hoping that this would get his shot closer to the bull's eye. By the time their shooting session was done, Robert had fired five shots that had all just barely hit the target. Not a single bullet had gotten close to the bull's eye, let alone hit it. Robert had a lot to improve on over the year. At least if he wanted to get better at using weapons other than his own. Robert was pretty sure he was way better with his own bracers.
Robert began to set down his gun, realized he hadn't turned the safety back on yet, picked it back up to turn the safety on, and set it back down again. He was about to walk away from the range, when one of the students next to him fired a late fifth shot. Robert was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the discharged bullet casing flew into Robert's shirt. The unexpected feeling of heated brass touching his skin made him jump and yell out, "Ahh!" Robert tried to shake the casing free, only for it to slide into his pants. He tried to grab it as it quickly slid down his leg and onto the dirt. Robert looked around to the several students staring at his ridiculous display. "Darn Fallson luck," he whispered under his breath as he joined the students that had finished shooting.
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@All Who else thinks that this is good idea?
Yeah, sounds good to me. I was hoping to get at least one post to introduce the Language teacher.
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Okie dokie. Then just waiting on those three, though maybe just Marcus. Since Sepia and Priscilla's players don't seem to be active.
I can try asking paige to post.
Robert Fallson - 5th Period, Practice
Robert didn't really pay attention to Ms. Vanhomrigh's instructions on how to properly load a rifle. He knew how to load his own weapons and the teacher's aid had already said earlier that each student could use their own weapon. He did pick up bits and pieces of what she said though, one of which was the new instruction that the earlier instruction about using their own weapons was no longer applicable. Robert panicked a bit. He had to hope that using these rifles wasn't much different from using his own bracers. Of course they were.
Robert chose a random rifle and fumbled with it at first. He'd seen so many movies where action stars would easily lift up heavier guns one-handed that he'd expected himself to be able to do the same. Now holding the gun with both hands instead, he carried it to the firing line. Robert took his stance, wishing he had paid more attention to the aid beforehand. Instead of being parallel with his chosen target, he had his left food forward and his right foot back. He completely missed the instruction of leaning forward and bending at the knees. At least his feet were at shoulder-width distance and his head was brought to the gun.
Robert didn't really pay attention to Ms. Vanhomrigh's instructions on how to properly load a rifle. He knew how to load his own weapons and the teacher's aid had already said earlier that each student could use their own weapon. He did pick up bits and pieces of what she said though, one of which was the new instruction that the earlier instruction about using their own weapons was no longer applicable. Robert panicked a bit. He had to hope that using these rifles wasn't much different from using his own bracers. Of course they were.
Robert chose a random rifle and fumbled with it at first. He'd seen so many movies where action stars would easily lift up heavier guns one-handed that he'd expected himself to be able to do the same. Now holding the gun with both hands instead, he carried it to the firing line. Robert took his stance, wishing he had paid more attention to the aid beforehand. Instead of being parallel with his chosen target, he had his left food forward and his right foot back. He completely missed the instruction of leaning forward and bending at the knees. At least his feet were at shoulder-width distance and his head was brought to the gun.
Ah, home sweet home. Now that I'm finally back home with my shitty internet and no longer stuck in a hotel with the shittiest internet I can type up an IC post.
Liam was the first of the two Black Egrets to gain consciousness. He turned towards Scott, after rising off the ground, and shook him awake afterwards. "Whu- what happened? Did we win?" Scott said after lifting his head off the ground.
"No. I think we got our asses handed to us," Liam replied.
"Urg, come on man. How could we have lost? They were frickin' kids."
"Well, in our defense, they had parasites. And they outnumbered us."
Scott rose off the ground and brushed the dirt and grime off his uniform. "Hey, wait a minute. You called for backup didn't you? Where is everyone?"
Liam rubbed the back of his head as he thought back to right before he had the snot beaten out of him. "Yeah, I didn't finish the call, but they should have still arrived with the information I was able to give." Liam bent down to pick up some of the pieces of his shattered radio. "Oh," was his only response to his discovery.
"What? What's 'oh'?" Scott asked.
"Um, nothing. Just, uh, I might not have had the radio on," Liam replied.
"What!?"
Liam held up the piece of the radio that had previously been the 'on and off' switch, only for it to be set in the 'off' position. "Exactly what I said, man."
"Are you kidding me? You're saying, that had we run into an even more dangerous opponent, we would never had received support, because you forgot to turn the radio on?" Scott than slapped the back of Liam's head. "Idiot."
"Hey, I was trying to save batteries. So, uh, what do we do now?" Liam asked, rubbing the back of his head again now that Scott had made the pain return to that part of his body.
"No one back at base knows this happened. Let's keep it that way. I'd rather be chewed out for arriving at base late for duty, than be absolutely ridiculed for being beaten by kids," Scott replied.
"Alright. Let's head back now than. I want to get this over with as soon as possible."
"No. I think we got our asses handed to us," Liam replied.
"Urg, come on man. How could we have lost? They were frickin' kids."
"Well, in our defense, they had parasites. And they outnumbered us."
Scott rose off the ground and brushed the dirt and grime off his uniform. "Hey, wait a minute. You called for backup didn't you? Where is everyone?"
Liam rubbed the back of his head as he thought back to right before he had the snot beaten out of him. "Yeah, I didn't finish the call, but they should have still arrived with the information I was able to give." Liam bent down to pick up some of the pieces of his shattered radio. "Oh," was his only response to his discovery.
"What? What's 'oh'?" Scott asked.
"Um, nothing. Just, uh, I might not have had the radio on," Liam replied.
"What!?"
Liam held up the piece of the radio that had previously been the 'on and off' switch, only for it to be set in the 'off' position. "Exactly what I said, man."
"Are you kidding me? You're saying, that had we run into an even more dangerous opponent, we would never had received support, because you forgot to turn the radio on?" Scott than slapped the back of Liam's head. "Idiot."
"Hey, I was trying to save batteries. So, uh, what do we do now?" Liam asked, rubbing the back of his head again now that Scott had made the pain return to that part of his body.
"No one back at base knows this happened. Let's keep it that way. I'd rather be chewed out for arriving at base late for duty, than be absolutely ridiculed for being beaten by kids," Scott replied.
"Alright. Let's head back now than. I want to get this over with as soon as possible."
Alright than, I'll probably post something in a couple hours.
Did you guys forget about me? Am I good to post yet?
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