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There's not much about me to say.
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
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<<Good hit, good hit.>>. Castle spoke into the comms. It looked like the EMI field created by the Keraunos could really affect these Bandits' systems.
As the Bandit collapsed, the Hypervelocity Driver was already charging the next shot. Holden did not stop shelling away at the enemy Orbital with the HAG, nor did he cease bombardment with the Akon. With the enemy proverbially and literally being sprayed down with a torrent of ammunition, and with the Gypsy Soul and Bedwyr closing in, if all went well, this mechanical menace would be scrap metal in no time.
Of course, were it so easy to do so, this battle would have been decided long ago.
The Ajax's warning systems flared to life, the computer warning its pilot about a rise in enemy power systems-- the EMI field had scrambled it for a time, but now the Bandit was up again, and it was pissed. Holden thought about it for a moment; he could try using the Talaria Jump Jets to dodge the beams, but to do so effectively, he'd need maneuverability-- something the Ajax lacked. No, there was only one option available.
Holden quickly sprang into action, taking a low stance, with the Ajax's left side facing the Bandit. He raised the Grecian Hero's left arm, and let the Ancile Buckler take the forefront. By minimizing the Orbital's size profile, and facing the shield towards the source of the enemy attacks, the Ajax has a better chance of survival against a sustained barrage of fire.
That being said, this solution of hunkering down had its issues. The most pressing one was, of course, that the Ajax could not return fire effectively in a defensive posture like this. Instead, it focused everything on defense, even going so far as to powering down weapons and diverting energy to the Ancile Buckler. It would only help to a marginal extent, but he'd need everything he could.
The man finished his preparations not a moment too soon, as he was quickly assaulted by several lances of energy. The lasers that hit his shield bounced off and refracted into the air, but such a small shield was unable to block everything-- it was inevitable that a few would slip past his defense. The rays that did glance off his armor had savaged it, the prolonged contact with high energy veritably melting away at his armor plating. If this wasn't rectified soon, the Ajax would be history!
<<I've got its attention, but my armor's not going to hold for long. Take it out!>> Castle yelled into his comms as warning sirens blared all around him.
Holden grit his teeth. He only hoped he could hold out long enough for them to finish the thing off.
Oh boy. Lasers! I'll try to have a response up sometime soon.
Co-GM IC:
West Gate
The stinking cloud soon dissipated, leaving both sides to see the aftermath. Without their commander, the Honor Guard was disorganized. As skilled as they were, they simply cannot withstand an assault like this. They quickly fall to the combined efforts of Rudolph, Merik, the guardsmen, and the marksmen. The end of the battle is marked by half-hearted cheers-- most men present are simply too disoriented and revolted by the stench that still permeated the battlefield. Nothing a thorough bath won't fix, however.
Thankfully, the goblins are now in full retreat. With no sign of their Warchief, and no more siege weapons or grappling hooks present, it is safe to assume that the attack here has been fully repelled! As men begin to count the wounded and dead, a silence sets upon the battlefield. Now, all there is to do is to report back to the War Room.
East Gate
As Faira dealt with the Goblins in front of the gate, Manald leapt towards the Troll, his claws digging deep into the giant's eyes. With the troll now blinded, the beastman manages to hear reinforcements arrive, the Royal Guard sprang into action. The creature shouted in pain as it fumbled around without sight, which let Zatana cover Manald's retreat. Now clear of the area, this allowed Leonidas to pour boiling oil upon it without much issue. Drana's magic helped empower Acrius' aim, and Acrius dealt the finishing blow, his flaming arrow setting the oil alight like a giant wick. The troll screamed in agony as it was immolated, its natural regeneration simply not fast enough to counteract the fire. The giant collapsed on the ground, now thoroughly dead.
With their champion felled, the Goblins that remained quickly moved to retreat. The men on the walls cheered-- they had won the day! If the Prince and his retinue were here, then that must have meant that the battles on the other fronts have been cleared, too! Perhaps they could see the end of this siege and return to their lives sooner than they thought. Perhaps now, with the battle completed, they could rest for the day.
Time to report to the War Room.
West Gate
The stinking cloud soon dissipated, leaving both sides to see the aftermath. Without their commander, the Honor Guard was disorganized. As skilled as they were, they simply cannot withstand an assault like this. They quickly fall to the combined efforts of Rudolph, Merik, the guardsmen, and the marksmen. The end of the battle is marked by half-hearted cheers-- most men present are simply too disoriented and revolted by the stench that still permeated the battlefield. Nothing a thorough bath won't fix, however.
Thankfully, the goblins are now in full retreat. With no sign of their Warchief, and no more siege weapons or grappling hooks present, it is safe to assume that the attack here has been fully repelled! As men begin to count the wounded and dead, a silence sets upon the battlefield. Now, all there is to do is to report back to the War Room.
East Gate
As Faira dealt with the Goblins in front of the gate, Manald leapt towards the Troll, his claws digging deep into the giant's eyes. With the troll now blinded, the beastman manages to hear reinforcements arrive, the Royal Guard sprang into action. The creature shouted in pain as it fumbled around without sight, which let Zatana cover Manald's retreat. Now clear of the area, this allowed Leonidas to pour boiling oil upon it without much issue. Drana's magic helped empower Acrius' aim, and Acrius dealt the finishing blow, his flaming arrow setting the oil alight like a giant wick. The troll screamed in agony as it was immolated, its natural regeneration simply not fast enough to counteract the fire. The giant collapsed on the ground, now thoroughly dead.
With their champion felled, the Goblins that remained quickly moved to retreat. The men on the walls cheered-- they had won the day! If the Prince and his retinue were here, then that must have meant that the battles on the other fronts have been cleared, too! Perhaps they could see the end of this siege and return to their lives sooner than they thought. Perhaps now, with the battle completed, they could rest for the day.
Time to report to the War Room.
@Hawthorne, I am sorry but I’ll have to quietly bow out. I apologize for not saying so earlier!
That's too bad. No worries though! Good luck on your future RPs!
I've been looking at it and...
1.You guys look like you have your hands full
2. I don't have discord
3. I don't see it fitting the type of character I'm envisioning.
I'll continue to work on a character to fit the setting and storyline, however.
No worries. Just give us a shout if you have any further concerns.
@Borosev@Gisk@Inertia@LadyRunic@Fetzen@ReusableSword@Pagemaster@Forett
Hey guys, making a formal announcement as a Co-GM here-- if you're still interested in participating in the RP, please respond to this post! If you're not, then no worries; we'd rather know for sure that you've decided to drop rather than waiting in uncertainty. If we don't hear from you in a week or two, we will have to assume that you have dropped from the RP.
Thanks in advance!
Hey guys, making a formal announcement as a Co-GM here-- if you're still interested in participating in the RP, please respond to this post! If you're not, then no worries; we'd rather know for sure that you've decided to drop rather than waiting in uncertainty. If we don't hear from you in a week or two, we will have to assume that you have dropped from the RP.
Thanks in advance!
War Room
"At the East Gate are Goblins and a pair of Siege Trolls." Balthazar said, pointing to the figures on the map. "But if the reports are correct, the Goblins upon the wall will soon be dealt with, and the Royal Guard will have slain one or both of the trolls." The lord explained. "As such, if you choose to go, it would likely be to help... clear the field, so to speak."
"Even still." He paused. "Seeing as the defenders on the East Gate have been having the most trouble comparatively, your assistance will nevertheless be appreciated. It would also put us in a better position to defend the gate in the event of a surprise." Balthazar rationalized, before turning to Acrius. "I trust you will be accompanying Lady Turash during this endeavor, Acrius?" Despite the old man's neutral expression, the boy would know that this was no question-- rather, it was an implied command.
Balthazar would have preferred if the two had deigned to rest, even for a little while longer, but as the priestess was ready to return to the battlefield, there was no other choice but to give her an escort. There were multiple reasons for this. Firstly, Drana was not just an outsider-- she was a noblewoman. Any injury to her would reflect upon the Royal Guard, even if she had lent the defenders assistance of her own volition. Secondly, Acrius had, knowingly or otherwise, dealt her an insult-- something he had to repent for on his own time. Lastly, Balthazar needed Acrius to keep an eye on her; until the spymaster got more information on Drana Turash, he could not trust her to operate on her own, nor could he give her any information about the siege itself.
Whatever the case may be, it would be better to be safe than sorry. Balthazar waited for them to ask any questions or speak their mind, but once they were ready to go, he would say goodbye. "You are dismissed." He said, formally. "May you find good fortune on the battlefield." As they left, the man returned to his work. With all troop reserves depleted, he could no longer make any rotations-- all he could do is send all injured men on the frontlines to the triage center... and send the dead to the graveyard for sorting.
Such was the price of war.
Co-GM IC:
North Gate
Between Leonidas's charge, Zatana's assistance, Naysein's song, and the guardsmen's numbers, any remaining Orcs were quickly driven from the walls. Those who stayed and fought were put to the sword or thrown over the walls. As a soldier cuts the grappling hook, a rallying cry resounds across the walls. The men scream in celebration as the Orcs retreat-- with their attempt to scale the walls foiled, and with two dead Orc lieutenants to show for it, there was no reason to prolong this battle.
Orcs were proud and bloodthirsty warriors, but it seemed even they could realize when a battle could no longer be won. There was no glory in a defeat like this, so there was no reason to die for it. With the Orc offensive broken, guardsmen and soldiers alike would turn to the fallen. Most turned to their fallen comrades-in-arms, a few of them crestfallen as they carried the bodies from the wall. Some of the more glory-seeking men moved to take trophies from the Orc bodies: ears and fangs-- proof of their kills. A few of them simply sat there in thought; Naysein's song invigorated them, but with adrenaline slowly fading, fatigue began to set in.
And now all that needed to be done was to return to the Keep. Perhaps if the defenders at the other gates had received similar success, this battle would soon be done.
West Gate
Rudolf's leadership meant that none of his men would hesitate, and Merik's ferocity was enough to give even a hardened veteran pause. Thus, it was no surprise that after several moments of intense fighting, that one side had to give. With Goblin forces in disarray, no amount of shouting or discipline would get them to move back into formation. The Lizardman's Dragonfire and hungry jaws was an excellent deterrent in this regard, completely throwing the enemies into a panicked frenzy.
The guardsmen's superior size and training helped dispatch many of the Goblin Honor Guard. Rudolf and Merik would wreak havoc in their lines, which let the soldiers finish the enemies off when an opportunity presented itself. Even Adgak Heel-Slicer, as skilled as he was, was unable to lead his forces effectively, or kill enough men to turn the tide.
Realizing this, the Warchief shut his eyes, reached for something attached to his belt, and then threw it on the ground. Even among the clashing of steel, and the grinding of flesh, the sound of glass shattering resounded across the walls. Soon, a noxious, stinging green cloud erupted from the broken flask. Everyone who inhaled the gas felt instantly nauseous-- their eyes would water as the foulest stench they could imagine emanated from the alchemical concoction.
Human and goblin alike wheezed in pain and disgust. The Goblin Warchief, having anticipated this, quickly disengaged from the fight and returned to the grappling hooks, where he moved to make his retreat. Several archers and riflemen attempted to shoot Adgak as he retreated, but the cloud obscured their vision, and their projectiles would hit nothing but the stones of the castle.
"This isn't over, humans! I will have my revenge!" Adgak Heel-Slicer cried out as he abseiled. In a few moments, he would reach the moat and quickly retreat, a group of goblin shieldbearers moving to cover him. It seems he calls himself a Warchief, but at the first sight of potential defeat, he turns tail and runs away! Now all that was left was this stinking cloud and the Goblin Honor Guard that he left behind to die. The defenders need only clear these stragglers and destroy the grappling hooks, and the battle would be decided.
East Gate - Interior
Acrius and Drana would soon arrive on the scene, where the sounds of battle only seem to intensify. The walls seemed clear of goblins-- the reinforcements must have dealt with the ones atop the wall, even going so far as to destroy the siege ladders. The gate rocked occasionally from the force of the beastman and the troll engaging in a close-quarters brawl. A soldier near the gate wonders if he should open the gate to help, but is quickly shut down by his commanding officer-- they cannot open the gate to sally forth and meet the attackers on the field; not while the troll still lives.
Several men work on moving soldiers and militia from the wall to the city to receive treatment for their wounds, or to move the dead away from the fighting. Upon the wall itself, bowmen and riflemen fire at Goblins below, so as to ensure Faira and Manald are not overwhelmed by the green horde.
East Gate - Exterior
Meanwhile, in the killing fields below, the battle rages on. As Faira engages a group of goblins, Manald fights the remaining troll at close range. Arrows and bullets fly towards the goblin infantry to dissuade them from sneaking up on the Royal Guard while they do their work. Many greenskins don't make it close enough to even threaten them, but there was no doubt about it-- without archer support, the duo would quickly be overwhelmed.
Of course, that's less of an issue for Manald, who was currently in a life-or-death wrestling match with a troll. As blackness begins to set in, Manald claws and rends the troll's hands as best he can. With desperation fueling his strikes, there was a disgusting crack as he manages to cut deep into troll's bone. The creature let out a pained groan as it relinquished its grip on its opponent, instead opting to kick the beastman away, causing him to hit the gate hard.
Thankfully, the gate is rather sturdy, even with the damage the trolls had done to it. Now there was some distance between Manald and the hammer troll-- this was an opportunity to turn things around!
...or die trying.
"At the East Gate are Goblins and a pair of Siege Trolls." Balthazar said, pointing to the figures on the map. "But if the reports are correct, the Goblins upon the wall will soon be dealt with, and the Royal Guard will have slain one or both of the trolls." The lord explained. "As such, if you choose to go, it would likely be to help... clear the field, so to speak."
"Even still." He paused. "Seeing as the defenders on the East Gate have been having the most trouble comparatively, your assistance will nevertheless be appreciated. It would also put us in a better position to defend the gate in the event of a surprise." Balthazar rationalized, before turning to Acrius. "I trust you will be accompanying Lady Turash during this endeavor, Acrius?" Despite the old man's neutral expression, the boy would know that this was no question-- rather, it was an implied command.
Balthazar would have preferred if the two had deigned to rest, even for a little while longer, but as the priestess was ready to return to the battlefield, there was no other choice but to give her an escort. There were multiple reasons for this. Firstly, Drana was not just an outsider-- she was a noblewoman. Any injury to her would reflect upon the Royal Guard, even if she had lent the defenders assistance of her own volition. Secondly, Acrius had, knowingly or otherwise, dealt her an insult-- something he had to repent for on his own time. Lastly, Balthazar needed Acrius to keep an eye on her; until the spymaster got more information on Drana Turash, he could not trust her to operate on her own, nor could he give her any information about the siege itself.
Whatever the case may be, it would be better to be safe than sorry. Balthazar waited for them to ask any questions or speak their mind, but once they were ready to go, he would say goodbye. "You are dismissed." He said, formally. "May you find good fortune on the battlefield." As they left, the man returned to his work. With all troop reserves depleted, he could no longer make any rotations-- all he could do is send all injured men on the frontlines to the triage center... and send the dead to the graveyard for sorting.
Such was the price of war.
Co-GM IC:
North Gate
Between Leonidas's charge, Zatana's assistance, Naysein's song, and the guardsmen's numbers, any remaining Orcs were quickly driven from the walls. Those who stayed and fought were put to the sword or thrown over the walls. As a soldier cuts the grappling hook, a rallying cry resounds across the walls. The men scream in celebration as the Orcs retreat-- with their attempt to scale the walls foiled, and with two dead Orc lieutenants to show for it, there was no reason to prolong this battle.
Orcs were proud and bloodthirsty warriors, but it seemed even they could realize when a battle could no longer be won. There was no glory in a defeat like this, so there was no reason to die for it. With the Orc offensive broken, guardsmen and soldiers alike would turn to the fallen. Most turned to their fallen comrades-in-arms, a few of them crestfallen as they carried the bodies from the wall. Some of the more glory-seeking men moved to take trophies from the Orc bodies: ears and fangs-- proof of their kills. A few of them simply sat there in thought; Naysein's song invigorated them, but with adrenaline slowly fading, fatigue began to set in.
And now all that needed to be done was to return to the Keep. Perhaps if the defenders at the other gates had received similar success, this battle would soon be done.
West Gate
Rudolf's leadership meant that none of his men would hesitate, and Merik's ferocity was enough to give even a hardened veteran pause. Thus, it was no surprise that after several moments of intense fighting, that one side had to give. With Goblin forces in disarray, no amount of shouting or discipline would get them to move back into formation. The Lizardman's Dragonfire and hungry jaws was an excellent deterrent in this regard, completely throwing the enemies into a panicked frenzy.
The guardsmen's superior size and training helped dispatch many of the Goblin Honor Guard. Rudolf and Merik would wreak havoc in their lines, which let the soldiers finish the enemies off when an opportunity presented itself. Even Adgak Heel-Slicer, as skilled as he was, was unable to lead his forces effectively, or kill enough men to turn the tide.
Realizing this, the Warchief shut his eyes, reached for something attached to his belt, and then threw it on the ground. Even among the clashing of steel, and the grinding of flesh, the sound of glass shattering resounded across the walls. Soon, a noxious, stinging green cloud erupted from the broken flask. Everyone who inhaled the gas felt instantly nauseous-- their eyes would water as the foulest stench they could imagine emanated from the alchemical concoction.
Human and goblin alike wheezed in pain and disgust. The Goblin Warchief, having anticipated this, quickly disengaged from the fight and returned to the grappling hooks, where he moved to make his retreat. Several archers and riflemen attempted to shoot Adgak as he retreated, but the cloud obscured their vision, and their projectiles would hit nothing but the stones of the castle.
"This isn't over, humans! I will have my revenge!" Adgak Heel-Slicer cried out as he abseiled. In a few moments, he would reach the moat and quickly retreat, a group of goblin shieldbearers moving to cover him. It seems he calls himself a Warchief, but at the first sight of potential defeat, he turns tail and runs away! Now all that was left was this stinking cloud and the Goblin Honor Guard that he left behind to die. The defenders need only clear these stragglers and destroy the grappling hooks, and the battle would be decided.
East Gate - Interior
Acrius and Drana would soon arrive on the scene, where the sounds of battle only seem to intensify. The walls seemed clear of goblins-- the reinforcements must have dealt with the ones atop the wall, even going so far as to destroy the siege ladders. The gate rocked occasionally from the force of the beastman and the troll engaging in a close-quarters brawl. A soldier near the gate wonders if he should open the gate to help, but is quickly shut down by his commanding officer-- they cannot open the gate to sally forth and meet the attackers on the field; not while the troll still lives.
Several men work on moving soldiers and militia from the wall to the city to receive treatment for their wounds, or to move the dead away from the fighting. Upon the wall itself, bowmen and riflemen fire at Goblins below, so as to ensure Faira and Manald are not overwhelmed by the green horde.
East Gate - Exterior
Meanwhile, in the killing fields below, the battle rages on. As Faira engages a group of goblins, Manald fights the remaining troll at close range. Arrows and bullets fly towards the goblin infantry to dissuade them from sneaking up on the Royal Guard while they do their work. Many greenskins don't make it close enough to even threaten them, but there was no doubt about it-- without archer support, the duo would quickly be overwhelmed.
Of course, that's less of an issue for Manald, who was currently in a life-or-death wrestling match with a troll. As blackness begins to set in, Manald claws and rends the troll's hands as best he can. With desperation fueling his strikes, there was a disgusting crack as he manages to cut deep into troll's bone. The creature let out a pained groan as it relinquished its grip on its opponent, instead opting to kick the beastman away, causing him to hit the gate hard.
Thankfully, the gate is rather sturdy, even with the damage the trolls had done to it. Now there was some distance between Manald and the hammer troll-- this was an opportunity to turn things around!
...or die trying.
<<I'll take Escort position if you can provide cover-fire, Castle. If even half of the spots is a hostile crawling out of the dirt, we're in hot water.>>
<<Solid copy, Starstrike.>> He replied. <<Focusing on target.>>
The Ajax spun on its heels, turning away from its role as a defender to an attacker. It hammered the foreign machine with the wrath of the forge god, its body both the anvil and the metal to be shaped. The enemy Orbital could take remarkable amounts of punishment, shrugging off armor-piercing rounds like it was nothing. To put it simply, it was a tough nut to crack.
Thankfully, if the Ajax was proficient at anything, it would be busting this proverbial bunker.
Between the attacks from Ajax and Odysseus, the fire support from Bedwyr and Starstrike, and the attack from it only seemed like a matter of time until the Bandit would fall to the onslaught of attacks. Perhaps its armor plating was made of some kind of special alloy-- it would certainly be something worth investigating in the future. Holden quickly pushed these thoughts to the back of his head; there were more pressing matters to worry about.
Like the scything beam of light currently erupting from the spines on the Bandit's back.
It struck the Bedwyr first, before slicing towards the Odysseus. Thankfully, both of them managed to walk away with only minor damage. The Ajax, however, as slow as it was, had little hope of evading the beam, which grazed its arm and cut into its torso. With speed borne of experience, Holden willed his Orbital's left arm upwards. The Ancile Buckler's anti-beam coating helped deflect and refract the laser's energy output to nothingness.
"Fuck." Holden grunted as red lights flashed upon his HUD, and sirens blared in his ears. "Status report."
The onboard computer's speakers blared to life, reading the situational report that was displayed on the HUD.
STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY:
ADAMANTINE ARMOR PLATING: 81%
HULL PLATING: 96%
ANCILE BUCKLER: 72%
ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL.
"Could be worse." Holden said to nobody in particular. The Ajax's Adamantine Armor Plating was not particularly well-suited to taking on energy weaponry, but it was still much better than relying on hull-plating alone. It certainly couldn't reliably take sustained fire from beam weapons though, and he knew it. As he pondered this, sonorous ping rang out within the cockpit, signaling that the Keraunos was ready to fire.
<<Ground team, be advised. I'm coming in for a low pass on the second bandit. ETA is 20 seconds.>>
<<Roger that, Bedwyr. I'll slow him down.>>
There was a burst of noise as the uranium slug was launched from its cradle, fueling the first step. The Hypervelocity Cannon's magnetic coils then flared to life, further propelling that projectile at breakneck speeds. The target? The Bandit's torso, striking center of mass, right where the Oberth Reactor would be. Castle doubted that it would be able to pierce through, considering the HAG was unable to cut it-- but the EMI field should throw the machine for a loop, as it crippled system after system.
Assuming, of course, it had no countermeasures in place for an event like this.
I wouldn't necessarily be opposed to a Discord server, so long as we continue to get some activity here on the RP.
Speaking of which, I live. Sort of. I'll try to get a post out soonish.
Speaking of which, I live. Sort of. I'll try to get a post out soonish.
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