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20 year old skinny asian living in Australia. Nothing much to say really. Despiser of the YOLO generation. Acts more like a crochety old man.
Has two dogs. Pets them a lot and applies the same logic to humans too.
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Hope you don't mind me jumping in even though I didn't post in the interest check. Was at university when I saw this and was scheduled to be elbow deep in a sea urchin tank 10 minutes later.
I'm the same as reaper. Even got a loose plotline to work with.
Things are nice to take slow sometimes. Although given WK current pace, we could have someone more active run an arc until he gets less busy.
Of course we must leave SOME parts of him intact. So 004 instead.
None of those pussy normal legos either. The imitation chinese ones that shatter easily.
Reaper said
I binge watched all 3 seasons last week. It's bloody hilarious. Especially if you did play galge.
I've played a bit. The problem is, I can draw connections to my friend XD. During the holidays I barely see the bastard. And yet we're still somehow best friends ._.
I loved that anime.
“Oooh, tha’ ain’t too bad,” Garran mused as he rubbed his chin with one gloved hand, keeping the other firmly wrapped around Fiora’s shoulders to keep her close to him in this massive crowd. Using a combination of both his size and probably his miasmic stench of alcohol and seawater which had been ground deeply into his body, the pair had managed to gain entry to the Inventor’s games, and Garran was not at all surprised to see Cadogen standing on the stage, although he did look a bit…out of his mind. He seemed to be discussing something with another fellow contestant, but the fake smile and cold glare were completely at ends with the normal, kindly Cadogen Feraldo that the pirate knew back in Dumont when he visited. Then again, the man must have been under intense stress…at least as much as the time Garran commanded a pirate fleet against a navy task force… “YAAAAARGH! GO GIT ‘EM CAD’GEN!” Garran shouted, pumping his ham-like fist in the air as he smiled wildly. Getting into the spirit of things, Garran lifted Fiora up, noticing that she was having difficulty seeing past all the wings, and placed her on his broad shoulder. “’Ows th’ view up thar, lass?” he asked jokingly as he beamed up at her.
As the inventions churned out one by one, Garran was alternately surprised, disappointed and downright confused as each device fulfilled its sometimes ambiguous purpose. At one particular lull in the entertainment, he had visited the food stands and purchased enough to feed a small army…all of which he consumed between him and Fiora…mostly himself though. When it came to Cadogen’s turn, Garran found himself one of the few ones cheering, and he did it quite enthusiastically, clapping his arms loudly, waving around a half eaten drumstick and almost forcing Fiora to topple off as he shouted until the guards forced him into silence. What the inventor brought out was…was…Garran was struck speechless as a giant machine of war walked into view of the audience. “W’ll I’ll be th’ sun’f a light shittin’ dove…” he muttered as it shambled onto the stage. The toothpick he had been chewing on fell out of his mouth as his single eye followed its movements. All the technical information Cadogen spewed out, Garran couldn’t make heads or tails of…but its combat abilities the pirate could appreciate. He could see legions of these things making his future raids on towns a little bit harder…A wide grin appeared over his face. Then again, he always did enjoy a good scrap every now and again.
At first, everything went swimmingly as its overwhelming firepower made Garran reconsider his previous statement. It wouldn’t be a scrap. It would be a slaughter if these things were put into production. When its arm swung out into a giant knife, Garran knew that he would really have to reconsider. After it cut the wooden block in twain, it seemed everything was going well, and Garran was about to let out a whoop of excitement, but was cut short with a deafening crack and groan of metal, followed by a hideous scraping noise. Instantly, Garran reacted, pulling Fiora down and shielding her with the bulk of his body, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tighter. When he looked back up, he saw the blade lodged under Cadogan’s arm pit, his face pale as a ghost and frozen in terror and shock. The whole crowd was quiet. His legs shook. “Shite…” Garran cursed as he released Fiora from his death grip. Breaking into a sprint, Garran used his bulk to shove spectators out of the way and vaulted onto the stage, grabbing Cadogen’s shoulder to steady him. “Oi, d’n’t ye think tha’s a li’le dangerous, Cad’gen?” Garran joked as he pulled the inventor away from the blade. As he first tried to set him down, he could feel his knees buckling, so the pirate captain draped him over his arm like an oversized toy. “Oi, old man…say something…”
As the inventions churned out one by one, Garran was alternately surprised, disappointed and downright confused as each device fulfilled its sometimes ambiguous purpose. At one particular lull in the entertainment, he had visited the food stands and purchased enough to feed a small army…all of which he consumed between him and Fiora…mostly himself though. When it came to Cadogen’s turn, Garran found himself one of the few ones cheering, and he did it quite enthusiastically, clapping his arms loudly, waving around a half eaten drumstick and almost forcing Fiora to topple off as he shouted until the guards forced him into silence. What the inventor brought out was…was…Garran was struck speechless as a giant machine of war walked into view of the audience. “W’ll I’ll be th’ sun’f a light shittin’ dove…” he muttered as it shambled onto the stage. The toothpick he had been chewing on fell out of his mouth as his single eye followed its movements. All the technical information Cadogen spewed out, Garran couldn’t make heads or tails of…but its combat abilities the pirate could appreciate. He could see legions of these things making his future raids on towns a little bit harder…A wide grin appeared over his face. Then again, he always did enjoy a good scrap every now and again.
At first, everything went swimmingly as its overwhelming firepower made Garran reconsider his previous statement. It wouldn’t be a scrap. It would be a slaughter if these things were put into production. When its arm swung out into a giant knife, Garran knew that he would really have to reconsider. After it cut the wooden block in twain, it seemed everything was going well, and Garran was about to let out a whoop of excitement, but was cut short with a deafening crack and groan of metal, followed by a hideous scraping noise. Instantly, Garran reacted, pulling Fiora down and shielding her with the bulk of his body, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tighter. When he looked back up, he saw the blade lodged under Cadogan’s arm pit, his face pale as a ghost and frozen in terror and shock. The whole crowd was quiet. His legs shook. “Shite…” Garran cursed as he released Fiora from his death grip. Breaking into a sprint, Garran used his bulk to shove spectators out of the way and vaulted onto the stage, grabbing Cadogen’s shoulder to steady him. “Oi, d’n’t ye think tha’s a li’le dangerous, Cad’gen?” Garran joked as he pulled the inventor away from the blade. As he first tried to set him down, he could feel his knees buckling, so the pirate captain draped him over his arm like an oversized toy. “Oi, old man…say something…”
mine were tame at least...All I did was extract DNA from strawberries...
...geez. I go to biology practicals for two days and all hell breaks loose.
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