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7 yrs ago
Current Birds > Wolves
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8 yrs ago
Someone remind me to stop staying up into the next day. I'm way too tired to function as I write this.
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Hello people of this website! I'm a dude, I just really enjoy playing female characters, don't ask why 'cause I don't know. I'm something of a die hard Mass Effect fan, and that's about it.

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@Banana
Abigail died last battle, she's out. And while I'd love for Syphax and Eve to do some sick double-teaming in the battle after this one, that is not currently an option. Unless she lives.

GMs have mercy on birb wife.
Torag and Greg are on deck.

@KoL
Get Diana ready, we're storming the fuck out of this factory.

"If you're not nervous, you're either stupid or you know exactly what's gonna happen once we step off this bird," the masked enigma sitting on the floor with her legs hanging out of the helicopter replied, breaking her silence. Spook looked back at the amassed group, gas mask concealing any expression that went with the words. It was somewhat obvious that something was gnawing at her though, like she had something larger than the coming mission on her mind. The hint was gone by the time anyone would look over, anyway. "You all know Murphy's Law, right? If something can go wrong, it will? I have a feeling we'll be dealing with that really soon." She pulled one leg up into the chopper before standing up and taking the seat that was directly beside Jake.

She pulled her pistol out of her cloak, a powerful yet simply designed weapon that would smash the arm of anyone that didn't expect the power behind it. She simply took the magazine out of the gun and examined it briefly before sliding it back in with a click. The weapon found its way back into her outermost layer and her hands were quickly filled with the sword she kept on her back. From the folds of her coat, she produced a whetstone, which found itself sharpening the blade. "She'll be fine, Isis. Just wait 'til we're on the ground and she'll be back to her normal self." The grinding of stone on steel filled any silence there was between the whooshing of the helicopter blades. Though there was something significant that changed, the hissing from the cargo stopped, along with any crashing there might've been.

"So what brings everyone here? Aside from being the textbook definition of expendable, of course." She flipped over the sword and kept sharpening it, looking around at the various faces.
Alright I've got one dose of an aggression flask left and 69 kills on a Slayer task, let's get writing.
@Lmpkio
Balrog is Balrog for a reason. You don't square off against Balrog unless you yourself are of greater size than Balrog.
I'm axing Kill Master, harder than Sliske. He now exists like that Claptrap, never mentioned but there.
@POOHEAD189
Sorry to see you go, man. Safe travels!

@MrDidact
Well shit here we go.
@Deos Morran
I'm going to have fun with the codex and you can't stop me from doing so.
@KoL
I FUCKED UP
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