...this was all at night?
Man. Someone please note the passage of time in their posts, please.
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25/06/2024
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I'm wondering who could meet up with my character at the moment.
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Problems?
I got problems. We all got problems.
One problem was, I assumed Davis was dead. Another problem was that it was implied that now Davis failed his job, that job would be passed down to me.
Also, I tried warning Kamina about Davis' little spy. Eh, it was his problem now. One of them's probably unconscious as we speak, and already I'm betting on the fish.
Let's get the theme of problems out of the way. I was hovering over some cobblestone or something similar, floating around a city of dragons with stone buildings that have been carved out of giant rocks. Mostly rocks, because the rest of the buildings were made out of giant timbers of light and dark wood, with wooden bars and such for windows. So much for fearing me. I attracted eerie looks, being a steel Pokemon that could threaten the lives of everyone here. Either that, or my glowing scar would make a few people feel frightened. (No, I'm not super-powered now. I don't feel like a God or anything, so I presume this is just cosmetic.) I felt... defeated, or something. I couldn't explain it, but it just didn't feel good. I felt like just falling and wishing everything would end abruptly, not unlike first seeing Davis leave our home. Change is nature my ass.
Insult to injury was added upon hearing the message again. "If I was a horse, I wasn't beaten to death yet. I wasn't supposed to, being the weaponized Pokemon I was. Que some music, would you?" I ended up just sticking myself onto a wooden bench on the sidewalk, watching as Pokemon of... not all sorts; mainly dragons moved around the plaza checking out stalls and tourist attractions. I was sobbing to myself. Finally, that emotional break got to me. Trees planted in rows on the sidewalk waved as I stopped sobbing after about a minute or two, rubbing my head as I waved away some light plasma.
Revenge? Yeah, let's go with the theme of revenge now. Everyone's doing revenge here of some kind. I got a target known as Dementia, also known as Desia. Just gotta pin down a shadow Pokemon and force all the information out of them. Then, from there, coax someone to hunting her down with me.
My team works. However, I realised there was an event horizon. I expressed a stunned appearance, muttering to myself on the bench as Pokemon passed me without a care in the world. "Consumerism." I said quietly. The event horizon would be going down a path of revenge. One that would ultimately change anyone had they decided to open their doors to that addictive substance.
No. I opted for volunteering instead. A job, to replace my former friend Davis. Everyone's doing revenge, so I may as well come up with something original. Instead of hunting down Dementia and getting everyone I knew killed, I would carefully plan my moves as I routed her forces and defeated her myself. As a job; a favour to the world. Not of needless pain and revenge.
I wonder if I'll be able to find Spruce or someone else familiar in this City... I mean, the first step's finding them and emphasising the danger of Dementia.
I got problems. We all got problems.
One problem was, I assumed Davis was dead. Another problem was that it was implied that now Davis failed his job, that job would be passed down to me.
Also, I tried warning Kamina about Davis' little spy. Eh, it was his problem now. One of them's probably unconscious as we speak, and already I'm betting on the fish.
Let's get the theme of problems out of the way. I was hovering over some cobblestone or something similar, floating around a city of dragons with stone buildings that have been carved out of giant rocks. Mostly rocks, because the rest of the buildings were made out of giant timbers of light and dark wood, with wooden bars and such for windows. So much for fearing me. I attracted eerie looks, being a steel Pokemon that could threaten the lives of everyone here. Either that, or my glowing scar would make a few people feel frightened. (No, I'm not super-powered now. I don't feel like a God or anything, so I presume this is just cosmetic.) I felt... defeated, or something. I couldn't explain it, but it just didn't feel good. I felt like just falling and wishing everything would end abruptly, not unlike first seeing Davis leave our home. Change is nature my ass.
Insult to injury was added upon hearing the message again. "If I was a horse, I wasn't beaten to death yet. I wasn't supposed to, being the weaponized Pokemon I was. Que some music, would you?" I ended up just sticking myself onto a wooden bench on the sidewalk, watching as Pokemon of... not all sorts; mainly dragons moved around the plaza checking out stalls and tourist attractions. I was sobbing to myself. Finally, that emotional break got to me. Trees planted in rows on the sidewalk waved as I stopped sobbing after about a minute or two, rubbing my head as I waved away some light plasma.
Revenge? Yeah, let's go with the theme of revenge now. Everyone's doing revenge here of some kind. I got a target known as Dementia, also known as Desia. Just gotta pin down a shadow Pokemon and force all the information out of them. Then, from there, coax someone to hunting her down with me.
My team works. However, I realised there was an event horizon. I expressed a stunned appearance, muttering to myself on the bench as Pokemon passed me without a care in the world. "Consumerism." I said quietly. The event horizon would be going down a path of revenge. One that would ultimately change anyone had they decided to open their doors to that addictive substance.
No. I opted for volunteering instead. A job, to replace my former friend Davis. Everyone's doing revenge, so I may as well come up with something original. Instead of hunting down Dementia and getting everyone I knew killed, I would carefully plan my moves as I routed her forces and defeated her myself. As a job; a favour to the world. Not of needless pain and revenge.
I wonder if I'll be able to find Spruce or someone else familiar in this City... I mean, the first step's finding them and emphasising the danger of Dementia.
5000+ hours of TF2 within two years, 4000 alone in one. Yet, I still find time to RP.
What have you people been doing lately?
What have you people been doing lately?
I'm leavin' the RP.
I'm too busy with life in general. What with balancing out school-play and whatnot.
I'm too busy with life in general. What with balancing out school-play and whatnot.
Out of instinct, I just jumped through with the others. After passing by a partially dented car and the oddly mute bird.
It was a seamless transition from one world to another; it was like jumping through an open doorway. However, it was odd, since the ambient noise of gunfire and fire was replaced with echoes of a cave, with occasional water drops...
"Well, we'll be fighting spiders for a while. There should be a city at the end offf..." If I ever mentioned Noivern's Awakening, Elena and Robert would be chasing after my ass and trying to kill me. Because, obviously, in a world like this, someone's gonna want someone dead. Especially if they happened to possibly cause all of this. So, I had to drop things subtly... and (probably not) thankfully, since we weren't Pokemon, something was bound to change. "Uh. Yeah. Spiders. Some tiny buggers too not far from here." And then, I took several steps forward, stopping behind Robert's back as I looked around the place. The dim lighting basically hurt our eyes in the darkness. "Argh. I'd suggest burning the torches, but... we kinda do need them in the dark."
It was a seamless transition from one world to another; it was like jumping through an open doorway. However, it was odd, since the ambient noise of gunfire and fire was replaced with echoes of a cave, with occasional water drops...
"Well, we'll be fighting spiders for a while. There should be a city at the end offf..." If I ever mentioned Noivern's Awakening, Elena and Robert would be chasing after my ass and trying to kill me. Because, obviously, in a world like this, someone's gonna want someone dead. Especially if they happened to possibly cause all of this. So, I had to drop things subtly... and (probably not) thankfully, since we weren't Pokemon, something was bound to change. "Uh. Yeah. Spiders. Some tiny buggers too not far from here." And then, I took several steps forward, stopping behind Robert's back as I looked around the place. The dim lighting basically hurt our eyes in the darkness. "Argh. I'd suggest burning the torches, but... we kinda do need them in the dark."
"If I was a horse, I wasn't beaten to death yet. I wasn't supposed to, being the weaponized Pokemon I was. Que some music, would you?
Thousands of years roaming the dead lands, watching as three survivors of a dead world rebuilt everything piece by piece. Man, a lot of radiation suddenly disappeared. I think Arceus did something to physics or something. Never thought about happiness, since emotions didn't come back to me until I gained sentience about a thousand years ago.
She was strange, just like me. I thought I had escaped her. But no; she spent all those years hiding like me, cowering in our trenches, planning how to cross the no man's land of Pokemon to kill each other. I nearly did once, so she returned the favor. I just wish she had listened to him, with a cliche love ending ending it all and satisfying everyone. All those Pokemon needlessly corrupted to serve her own means, sometimes wasting her resources down to her last few Pokemon just to get back at me. Even him, unfortunately. He wasn't dead, but of course fate led him to her once more, and now he was also an agent of hers. I haven't killed him yet, despite unleashing a hail of energy at over twenty Pokemon at one point. I lost count of how many Pokemon I've had to put down, but being weaponized meant I couldn't be used as a computer efficiently. Those bastards who left me in pain for life didn't think about replacing components of computers with generators and all sorts of doodads.
It was just me and her in this world. One of us would not give in anytime soon. She's rebuilding her forces, while I have to hide. I am nearing the edge of death just so I could save your new-found friends, which I completely understand since I just left you with danger.
Hopefully, this isn't my last transmission. Maybe, I'll be able to finally relax after all of this is over. Maybe, my suffering will be over. Maybe, everything will return to normal, with Pokemon freely roaming the lands without fear of... Desia. I want to be out of pain, and to do that I have to die. But, I have to fight on for those who do not even realize the danger I have failed to stop, among others who have since joined her.
'I will die when this war is over, not as another story.' A less racist version of a quote spoken by a soldier, an hour before being routed by a coalition of Asian forces. He called them a variety of racist words in his sentence - being sentient, I won't exactly recite those words...
Goodbye world. Flappy out."
...and dear God. He was my... guardian for a long time. I knew this message was sent by Davis, because- WHO ELSE WOULD BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT A MESSAGE LIKE THIS!? This was a plain message with no coding whatsoever, meaning he was probably too weak to progress. He was probably actually dying, since I couldn't even trace the origins of that signal. At that point, my wound on my face started to ache. No, it wasn't glowing purple or anything. I was just reminded of Dementia.
Speaking of Dementia, I got face-to-face with one of her lackeys. I didn't feel like fighting, because I was still trying to absorb the emotions sent by Davis. That, and I didn't realise there was a sickly-purple Murkrow behind me, until it started growling. Not in a kind way that would make you less likely to attack something kind...
...but, the kind that was merciless and almost beyond recognition. Bloodthirsty, even for a dark Pokemon that's possibly associated with the Mafia. All that info just from listening to a specific tone of a voice.
I flipped upside down, glaring deeply into the Murkrow's dead eyes, as it dived into me and gave me a few nicks. Instantly, I felt a rage building up as I straightened myself in the air, unleashing my own brand of death at the unsuspecting Murkrow.
"That... is for Bill! Davis!" I unleashed 'a hail of energy,' shocking that purple cloud to the point where it was arcing electricity as it hit the cobbled ground in almost slow-motion. I had wandered off from the main entrance somehow, and... and...
"...and dear God." All I could do was stare at the lifeless corpse, as the purple began to fade away from the Murkrow. I sent my apology through a series of slashes across and down my face, taught by Davis, who explained the concept of religion to me (although he seemed hesitant to explain religions that weren't Christian). I hid the bird in a dense dry bush, and started to approach the heart of Scale City. Already, I felt as traumatised as Davis. Who knew what was to come?
Thousands of years roaming the dead lands, watching as three survivors of a dead world rebuilt everything piece by piece. Man, a lot of radiation suddenly disappeared. I think Arceus did something to physics or something. Never thought about happiness, since emotions didn't come back to me until I gained sentience about a thousand years ago.
She was strange, just like me. I thought I had escaped her. But no; she spent all those years hiding like me, cowering in our trenches, planning how to cross the no man's land of Pokemon to kill each other. I nearly did once, so she returned the favor. I just wish she had listened to him, with a cliche love ending ending it all and satisfying everyone. All those Pokemon needlessly corrupted to serve her own means, sometimes wasting her resources down to her last few Pokemon just to get back at me. Even him, unfortunately. He wasn't dead, but of course fate led him to her once more, and now he was also an agent of hers. I haven't killed him yet, despite unleashing a hail of energy at over twenty Pokemon at one point. I lost count of how many Pokemon I've had to put down, but being weaponized meant I couldn't be used as a computer efficiently. Those bastards who left me in pain for life didn't think about replacing components of computers with generators and all sorts of doodads.
It was just me and her in this world. One of us would not give in anytime soon. She's rebuilding her forces, while I have to hide. I am nearing the edge of death just so I could save your new-found friends, which I completely understand since I just left you with danger.
Hopefully, this isn't my last transmission. Maybe, I'll be able to finally relax after all of this is over. Maybe, my suffering will be over. Maybe, everything will return to normal, with Pokemon freely roaming the lands without fear of... Desia. I want to be out of pain, and to do that I have to die. But, I have to fight on for those who do not even realize the danger I have failed to stop, among others who have since joined her.
'I will die when this war is over, not as another story.' A less racist version of a quote spoken by a soldier, an hour before being routed by a coalition of Asian forces. He called them a variety of racist words in his sentence - being sentient, I won't exactly recite those words...
Goodbye world. Flappy out."
...and dear God. He was my... guardian for a long time. I knew this message was sent by Davis, because- WHO ELSE WOULD BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT A MESSAGE LIKE THIS!? This was a plain message with no coding whatsoever, meaning he was probably too weak to progress. He was probably actually dying, since I couldn't even trace the origins of that signal. At that point, my wound on my face started to ache. No, it wasn't glowing purple or anything. I was just reminded of Dementia.
Speaking of Dementia, I got face-to-face with one of her lackeys. I didn't feel like fighting, because I was still trying to absorb the emotions sent by Davis. That, and I didn't realise there was a sickly-purple Murkrow behind me, until it started growling. Not in a kind way that would make you less likely to attack something kind...
...but, the kind that was merciless and almost beyond recognition. Bloodthirsty, even for a dark Pokemon that's possibly associated with the Mafia. All that info just from listening to a specific tone of a voice.
I flipped upside down, glaring deeply into the Murkrow's dead eyes, as it dived into me and gave me a few nicks. Instantly, I felt a rage building up as I straightened myself in the air, unleashing my own brand of death at the unsuspecting Murkrow.
"That... is for Bill! Davis!" I unleashed 'a hail of energy,' shocking that purple cloud to the point where it was arcing electricity as it hit the cobbled ground in almost slow-motion. I had wandered off from the main entrance somehow, and... and...
"...and dear God." All I could do was stare at the lifeless corpse, as the purple began to fade away from the Murkrow. I sent my apology through a series of slashes across and down my face, taught by Davis, who explained the concept of religion to me (although he seemed hesitant to explain religions that weren't Christian). I hid the bird in a dense dry bush, and started to approach the heart of Scale City. Already, I felt as traumatised as Davis. Who knew what was to come?
I'm still not done reading Kotaku...
So much stuff to read. Why do I even bother reading books...
And then I have to read some Chinese. I'm gonna go mad soon.
And then I have to read the prices of Steam games. AND THEN READ WORDS EVERY GOD DAMN EVERYWHERE IN MY DAMN XCOM
So much stuff to read. Why do I even bother reading books...
And then I have to read some Chinese. I'm gonna go mad soon.
And then I have to read the prices of Steam games. AND THEN READ WORDS EVERY GOD DAMN EVERYWHERE IN MY DAMN XCOM
Meanwhile, Lugia broken the agreement to await others to post IC.
As if relations weren't already soured.
Anyway, I have two pages of IC to read, and this excludes Descended, which I will leave due to my struggle to find appropriate time. Excuse me.
As if relations weren't already soured.
Anyway, I have two pages of IC to read, and this excludes Descended, which I will leave due to my struggle to find appropriate time. Excuse me.
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