Master Crim
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Hunter of the Paleblood Moon
STATUS: The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself. 2 yrs ago
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The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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7 yrs ago
Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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8 yrs ago
As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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8 yrs ago
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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11 yrs ago
Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.
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Why does anyone care
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
No one really looks at this part
Its all just pointless.
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I am working a post together, sorry for the wait it should be up Thursday at the latest.
I am fine with whatever as well, but time can't be relative for everyone in the same city. You can't be playing your character at 7pm while the rest of us are at an earlier time. Unless you want to not interact with anyone.
Rupdeus said
So if you go to a restaurant, and if they ask if you've got your ticket, you show them your hands?
Where is my meal?
Good to see we got most of us still here.
Yeah, not only that but he can't even go to the bathroom without help... It hurts just to know how much he can't do right now.
MonsieurShade said
Still around! And i'm inclined to agree with Dizzy, that would seriously blow in ways that I couldn't even imagine considering my hands are both literally and figuratively my meal ticket.
Yeah, not only that but he can't even go to the bathroom without help... It hurts just to know how much he can't do right now.
He is doing a lot better, thanks. He is recovering greatly.
I am planning on getting back at this some time this week so I am taking an attendance check.
Also, unless Kenneth is a time traveler it should only be about 12 to 1pm
Cain was content with sitting and carefully reviewing his new lead when he was disturbed by the sound of his phone. He picked it up and looking at the screen it read. "unknown number." he furrowed his brow as he answered it thinking. 'why do I pay extra for Call ID just to have "unknown number. "'
"Cain Johnson." he stated before the person on the other side nearly cut him short. "wait, what do you..." pausing he became serious. "fifteen minutes." then hung up the phone, and drove away from his client's house tires screeching.
Cain wasted no time in getting to the junkyard, pushing the road laws to the limit. Cain weaved through the cars his truck slowing and accelerating, and engine roaring. He finally found the junkyard and pulled straight in, following the fresh tracks from what he could tell was a larger car. Seeing where the tracks had taken a turn he braked hard and turned the wheel making his truck preform a 180 degree trun and parked in a small alcove a short distance from the trun where a sign said "SHOP" with an arrow.
Getting out of his truck Cain strapped his pistol on, walked around his truck and hopped in the back. From his pocket he pulled his wallet and produced a small round disc like object that he pressed into a depression in the back of the truck's cab. This made a compartment open and inside was a long barreled rifle with a multi optics scope. Giving it a quick look over he began to move towards his presumed checkpoint looking for a vantage point.
"Cain Johnson." he stated before the person on the other side nearly cut him short. "wait, what do you..." pausing he became serious. "fifteen minutes." then hung up the phone, and drove away from his client's house tires screeching.
Cain wasted no time in getting to the junkyard, pushing the road laws to the limit. Cain weaved through the cars his truck slowing and accelerating, and engine roaring. He finally found the junkyard and pulled straight in, following the fresh tracks from what he could tell was a larger car. Seeing where the tracks had taken a turn he braked hard and turned the wheel making his truck preform a 180 degree trun and parked in a small alcove a short distance from the trun where a sign said "SHOP" with an arrow.
Getting out of his truck Cain strapped his pistol on, walked around his truck and hopped in the back. From his pocket he pulled his wallet and produced a small round disc like object that he pressed into a depression in the back of the truck's cab. This made a compartment open and inside was a long barreled rifle with a multi optics scope. Giving it a quick look over he began to move towards his presumed checkpoint looking for a vantage point.
I am game for 1 or 3.
I can most likely have a post up by tonight or tomorrow.
Thanks for the clarification... Is this still all working out then?
Thanks for the clarification... Is this still all working out then?
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