Luke's a bit more maladjusted at the start and ended up never divorcing himself from his edgelord phase when it hit.
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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Shinjiro Karasawa
He looked to the source of the sound that, once again, drowned out poor Hat-chan's actual name.
"Those mages really got a thing for screaming loud-ass chants, huh?" he asked conversationally, turning back to only find Aria volunteering herself up next for the system scan. What, another heat-based ability incoming? He wouldn't be surprised. Would she spit straight fire while violin-ing a dope beat?
I need to stop texting Luke. That kid's whiter than some of the Caucasians I know.
And then the notes just... hit him, man.
Hit him in places you wouldn't believe, man.
"...Yo, Hat-chan." he murmured despondently. "You ever feel like you ain't... goin' anywhere?"
He looked to the source of the sound that, once again, drowned out poor Hat-chan's actual name.
"Those mages really got a thing for screaming loud-ass chants, huh?" he asked conversationally, turning back to only find Aria volunteering herself up next for the system scan. What, another heat-based ability incoming? He wouldn't be surprised. Would she spit straight fire while violin-ing a dope beat?
I need to stop texting Luke. That kid's whiter than some of the Caucasians I know.
And then the notes just... hit him, man.
Hit him in places you wouldn't believe, man.
"...Yo, Hat-chan." he murmured despondently. "You ever feel like you ain't... goin' anywhere?"
Eleven minutes
TRAIN YOUR FUCKING BACK FAM
I started watching One Punch Man today.
I caught up and I found another new anime to enjoy
read the og webcomic
<Snipped quote by harinezumikouken>
dem muscle imbalances doe
Luke Schwarz -- Mission Control
He felt the tap upon his shoulder, stepping aside so Cian could read the board as she drew up to the group herself. He could have sworn they had all came here together... did he somehow leave them all behind?
I didn't walk that fast, did I?
Maybe trying to keep up with track team members affected my speed...
"It's a joint mission. We're teamed up with Bastille." he explained, gesturing to the board for the rest of the available information. "It sounds pretty tough, but I doubt they'd put us on something we weren't ready to handle, right?"
Both ONE and Murata are both good artists though tbh smh
you'll play him in the pachinko port
Luke Schwarz -- Mission Control : Breakfast
He looked back to Jack, who'd found yet another new and interesting breed of food to snack on in whatever downtime he could find. How did he always sniff these things out? Even before a mission, on a Friday morning, his leader had still managed to make time to grab a bite of something new to eat.
He looked down to the open bag thrust in his direction, held out to him at chest height. He looked for any indication of a familiar flavor-- none. In fact, he found the opposite: a flavor tag that he didn't recognize.
Well, of course. This was Jack. He wasn't so content to keep his palate on a status quo.
Smirking, he nodded his head, reaching into the bag and grabbing a chip or two.
"Sure, thanks."
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