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STATUS: When wisdom teeth removal puts you on a liquid-only diet, you sure do notice more conversations about food than normal. 10 yrs ago
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When wisdom teeth removal puts you on a liquid-only diet, you sure do notice more conversations about food than normal.
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"When people get used to preferential treatment, equal treatment seems like discrimination." - Thomas Sowell
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Am I the only person on the planet that doesn't like Yum Yum Sauce?
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10 yrs ago
Tfw you remember Fallout 4 releases Automatron this month.
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11 yrs ago
Those people who actually post their status in status updates are a part of a very small minority. One that I'm not a part of.
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"Eh... It was a group decision, but... I'm okay with it as long as you swear to not repeat what happened last time." Raph said skeptically. That was not a pleasant situation whatsoever...
Tracker said
What, never heard of "fatherly love"?... Okay, creepy jokes aside, that was kinda what I was going for. ish.
Booyah!
I am kinda guessing (not suggesting though) that West's best match will be Epsilon. Sounds a lot like Nevada would get Gamma, honestly.
Liriia said
Oh shit Nevada is the sweet father of the team I see it now. Love his personality~
A father who will flirt with his metaphorical daughters. O-o
But seriously, Nevada seems like the kind of guy you'd get along with pretty well, but almost never take a risk with at the same time.
West found himself in the mess hall after only a short time of wandering. "I'm not really hungry. But... I'll definitely be coming back for dinner." He said, trying to guess the approximate time he'd be hungry. He left the mess hall and continued to wander some more, and he found himself by the ship's armory. With a nod from the quartermaster, Garret entered the armory. "Holy smokes..." He said in awe. "You know, most people walk in here and see just guns. I see explosions. Explosions everywhere..."
West browsed the inventory, coming to a stop at a particular sniper rifle. "Do my eyes deceive me? Or art thou an angel amongst mortals?" He picked up this particular sniper rifle, "The new Sniper Rifle System 99-S5 Anti-Matériel. Most advanced rifle to hit the UNSC shelves. He picked it up and took it out to the Quartermaster to check it out, and with the Quartermaster's permission, he slapped it onto his back and went on his merry way. "You and I are gonna get along mighty fine."
West continued to wander, anticipating his name to be called last. He bet himself that they were going to go in alphabetical order, and he will probably be last. "I really need someone to talk to..." He mouthed.
West browsed the inventory, coming to a stop at a particular sniper rifle. "Do my eyes deceive me? Or art thou an angel amongst mortals?" He picked up this particular sniper rifle, "The new Sniper Rifle System 99-S5 Anti-Matériel. Most advanced rifle to hit the UNSC shelves. He picked it up and took it out to the Quartermaster to check it out, and with the Quartermaster's permission, he slapped it onto his back and went on his merry way. "You and I are gonna get along mighty fine."
West continued to wander, anticipating his name to be called last. He bet himself that they were going to go in alphabetical order, and he will probably be last. "I really need someone to talk to..." He mouthed.
Upon the shutdown of the robots mid-fight, West frowned under his helmet. "Darn..." His frown quickly flipped when he realized what he remarked out loud. "Oh well. They were shut down because we were dominating. I can live with that." He then holstered his Battle Rifle alongside his Sniper Rifle and jogged out of the training room.
West realized that he didn't want to carry his rifles 24/7, as they were pretty unnecessary outside of training. He decided to go to his assigned quarters to store them away. When he entered his room, he liked what he saw. It was painted the State colors of his namesake, which he happened to like. His knife was painted the same colors, after all. Old Gold and Blue, treit and true. He smiled as he stored his rifles in the weapons locker in front of his bed, against the wall. He held onto his magnum and knife though. They were less cumbersome, and he always felt safe with at least a pistol.
Hood then proceeded to lock his door behind him as he left his room. "Time to meet the competition." He said with slight enthusiasm, and went off to socialize with the other recruits while he awaited his AI.
West realized that he didn't want to carry his rifles 24/7, as they were pretty unnecessary outside of training. He decided to go to his assigned quarters to store them away. When he entered his room, he liked what he saw. It was painted the State colors of his namesake, which he happened to like. His knife was painted the same colors, after all. Old Gold and Blue, treit and true. He smiled as he stored his rifles in the weapons locker in front of his bed, against the wall. He held onto his magnum and knife though. They were less cumbersome, and he always felt safe with at least a pistol.
Hood then proceeded to lock his door behind him as he left his room. "Time to meet the competition." He said with slight enthusiasm, and went off to socialize with the other recruits while he awaited his AI.
Liriia said
Sorry for all the posting! I've been trying to wait three or four people before posting again.
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Nytefall said
If there are armour abilities left then there is room. Oh and god damn this exploded. I left it for 12 hours and just so much posting. I will post a end to the fighting sequence in the morning.
Washington needs some kills though, hehe.
When West dropped down to the floor of the tower, he casually turned to see if any other enemies were approaching. Of course, there were none, but knowing what Washington had said about all of them seeing you once one does, he made it his priority to get out of there quickly. He pulled his Battle Rifle from his back and proceeded to leave the tower. He checked his surroundings upon leaving the feeling of being safe indoors, and found no baddies.
"No one wants to come out and play with me?" he asked himself. He then proceeded to move along several buildings with caution, but finding that no one was nearby. "Their numbers must be dwindling by a lot. There aren't really many left. Not on this side of the battlefield, at least." He then heard the sound of a flashbang going off from not too far away. West thought that it must have been that one chick he helped out earlier, as he did head in her general direction upon leaving his roost. Deciding to see if his potential teammate needed help, he headed toward the sound of the frag grenade that had also just went off near the same place.
When he arrived, he saw the one he expected dashing along the roof. She was obviously still dealing with bogeys, so he decided not to say anything to her but instead prepare himself for a joint effort in taking down whatever threat may come. Of course, some charred metal humanoids were still left, most likely from the frag grenade explosion, and he decided to spray one down while it was trying to focus on the girl. He snapped the Rifle up, aimed, and fired six bursts, eighteen rounds off at the black bot, not missing a single shot. The bot turned to him as he shot it a seventh time, again nailing all three rounds into it. The android had enough, it seemed, as it collapsed right there. Another turned to fire on him, but West put his back against the building and hid behind cover.
"Your move, girl." He said curiously, wanting to see how she fought.
"No one wants to come out and play with me?" he asked himself. He then proceeded to move along several buildings with caution, but finding that no one was nearby. "Their numbers must be dwindling by a lot. There aren't really many left. Not on this side of the battlefield, at least." He then heard the sound of a flashbang going off from not too far away. West thought that it must have been that one chick he helped out earlier, as he did head in her general direction upon leaving his roost. Deciding to see if his potential teammate needed help, he headed toward the sound of the frag grenade that had also just went off near the same place.
When he arrived, he saw the one he expected dashing along the roof. She was obviously still dealing with bogeys, so he decided not to say anything to her but instead prepare himself for a joint effort in taking down whatever threat may come. Of course, some charred metal humanoids were still left, most likely from the frag grenade explosion, and he decided to spray one down while it was trying to focus on the girl. He snapped the Rifle up, aimed, and fired six bursts, eighteen rounds off at the black bot, not missing a single shot. The bot turned to him as he shot it a seventh time, again nailing all three rounds into it. The android had enough, it seemed, as it collapsed right there. Another turned to fire on him, but West put his back against the building and hid behind cover.
"Your move, girl." He said curiously, wanting to see how she fought.
West analyzed the situation at hand, it was pretty impressive that all these other recruits were so skilled in hand to hand combat, he had to admit. But in his mind, what good was your ability to fight up close if you could keep a foe from even getting near you? This thought boosted his confidence as he located another bot. It was getting ready to round the corner and take one of the recruits by surprise. This recruit, he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting, but it was obviously a girl. She had retreated to a darker part of the village to recover after a confrontation with a machine. Well, if Hood could help it, he would make sure she got an extended recovery.
And he did.
He purposely fired his first shot behind the bot's knee, causing its leg to fail and making it tumble several yards. It came to a rest in front of Louisiana very suddenly, and West ended it with another simple headshot, followed by a shot to the chest and a reload. "Merry birthmas..." He remarked. Two kills for him. But before he could pick out another target, he was picked up by his head and tossed into the wall of the bell tower rather roughly.
West pulled himself to his feet after having his back slammed against a wall, and looked up to see a third machine. Clearly, it had followed him up here from before and had just taken a while to catch up to Hood. If it had seen him while he was set up, he would have seen it and taken it down earlier. "Rats..." He muttered before drawing his custom-made, antique Bowie Knife. It had a solid neptune-blue blade with a gold, edged handle. For the inch of the blade closest to the handle, the sharp end was jagged. "Party time."
The robot charged West. West anticipated this and he sidestepped just as the robot passed him, and he roundhouse kicked it in the back of the head, slamming it against the wall in the same spot that he was. He then stabbed it in the back of the neck with his knife. The bot turned and swung his arm in an arc, knocking West onto his back. The machine pounced on him just as he yanked his M6 from its holster and swept the robot's legs out from under it with a sweep kick, forcing it to land on its side. West the aimed the magnum at his knife, still lodged in the thing's neck, and fired. The round twisted the blade a little over 90 degrees with its momentum, and the humanoid cog system twtched before going limp.
"Man, I am awesome." He smirked before climbing back down the tower to find a new spot.
And he did.
He purposely fired his first shot behind the bot's knee, causing its leg to fail and making it tumble several yards. It came to a rest in front of Louisiana very suddenly, and West ended it with another simple headshot, followed by a shot to the chest and a reload. "Merry birthmas..." He remarked. Two kills for him. But before he could pick out another target, he was picked up by his head and tossed into the wall of the bell tower rather roughly.
West pulled himself to his feet after having his back slammed against a wall, and looked up to see a third machine. Clearly, it had followed him up here from before and had just taken a while to catch up to Hood. If it had seen him while he was set up, he would have seen it and taken it down earlier. "Rats..." He muttered before drawing his custom-made, antique Bowie Knife. It had a solid neptune-blue blade with a gold, edged handle. For the inch of the blade closest to the handle, the sharp end was jagged. "Party time."
The robot charged West. West anticipated this and he sidestepped just as the robot passed him, and he roundhouse kicked it in the back of the head, slamming it against the wall in the same spot that he was. He then stabbed it in the back of the neck with his knife. The bot turned and swung his arm in an arc, knocking West onto his back. The machine pounced on him just as he yanked his M6 from its holster and swept the robot's legs out from under it with a sweep kick, forcing it to land on its side. West the aimed the magnum at his knife, still lodged in the thing's neck, and fired. The round twisted the blade a little over 90 degrees with its momentum, and the humanoid cog system twtched before going limp.
"Man, I am awesome." He smirked before climbing back down the tower to find a new spot.
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