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9 yrs ago
Current Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.

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blarg, I shall edit my post accordingly, I had to leave for a moment so I wanted to make a post before hand XD
Isaac didn't know what to make of his current situation; He was standing on a platform staring out at the vast stretch of forest before him with a bit of curiosity and a sense of foreboding. "Uh...ok, I admit this is a pretty view and all, but, what exactly is the purpose of this? What's it got to do with initiation for Beacon?" he asked hesitantly. Part of him knew full well what the platform he was on was for, and was actually rather excited at the prospect, however the other part -the part that clung to his self preservation instincts with the fervor of a rabid dog- desperately hoped that this was just a twisted plot to weed out the faint of heart. Whatever the case, Isaac drew his weapon and tapped the button on the hilt, encasing his weapon in ice once more as he gripped the handle hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
I see. *whispers to paddle* One day my precious, one day. *slowly tucks away paddle and acquires a bat* Let the merciless poundings of the flesh begin! And hell if I know gray, i'm just here to bludgeon shit until I either get tired, bored, or whatever i'm beating has been rendered to nothing but a wet stain on the floor.
ArcanicNeon said
Yeah! We should start initiation*Pulls out spiked bat*INITIATION!


*bursts in from nowhere panting heavily whilst clutching a wooden paddle* I came...-gasp- as fast as I could. Initiation right? -cough- Alright, who's first? *raises paddle menacingly* We....we are talking about the same kind of initiation right?
Whoa whoa whoa, lets back up here! VK, you're an aussie? Holy hot fucking hell, you learn something new everyday. Now I have ,like, a shit ton of questions about the local wildlife there, cassowaries and koalas specifically, however I shall refrain from asking. Or at least attempt to.
Isaac was mildly surprised by the grip of his newfound partner, however he did his best to give no indication of such, "The pleasure is mine.". Releasing his grip, Isaac peered back at the entrance to the locker room and idly drummed his fingers on the hilt of his weapon, "If you're ready, then I guess we should get going for this initiation process. Ma' always said that being early left a good impression.". Isaac took a single step, then froze as he remembered something extremely important, "Er...." he began before turning back and scratching his head with embarrassment, "I wasn't really giving my full attention during the assembly. Which is to say, I don't really remember where they said it would take place.", he admitted sheepishly. It was a slightly rocky start to his new partnership, however Isaac fully planned to compensate for his inattentiveness earlier once the initiation actually started.
Having looked forward to a relatively carefree as he prepared to sell his weapons and wares to civilian and soldier alike, Dimitri had almost forgotten for the briefest of moments about the threat of the machine menace. He'd been mere seconds away from setting down his weapon as per the late sergeant's request, only for him and the recruit that he'd been messing around with to meet a gruesome end at the hands of one of his least favorite type of angel. "Mother FUCKER!" Dimitri snarled, adrenaline pumping as he raised his rifle and peered down the sight, only for the Throne to disappear. Dimitri clucked his tongue, there was a lesson to be learned here, but not for him, there was a lesson to be learned by the throne who had seemed to believe itself safe with it's cloaking. Dimitri switched the vision in his left eye to infrared, taking advantage of the difference between the thermal radiation given off by machines, humans, and the surrounding area. "Peek-a-boo pissant." Dimitri hissed as he made out the unmistakable heat signature of a machine and began to fire in three round bursts.
There was a slightly awkward silence in the air after Isaac's sudden declaration. For a moment he feared that he might have gone over the top and blown his chances of aquiring a partner, however salvation came to him in the form of a hooded young woman wearing skates of all things. Isaac looked down at the hooded young woman who had accepted his offer and nodded with satisfaction, it was one less burden off his shoulders, meaning he was now free to worry about the initiation process. "Well alright then, lets hope we can keep up with each other when this initiation thing starts.", Isaac stepped down from the bench and extended his hand, "Isaac Montenegro, at your service.".
Isaac wasn't exactly having a marvelous time at the moment. His attempts at finding a partner had been unfruitful to say the least, seeing as anyone he showed immediate interest in and asked had already paired up. Standing in front of the locker that would be his, Isaac let out a heavy sigh, "Man, what a gip...not a single person worth pairing with.", he said as he punched in a pass code and details before deposited his bag. Aside from some vials of dust for his weapon, there wasn't much of interest in the bag really, some clothing, a few shaving supplies, a bottle of cologne and a few snacks and energy drinks, things to get him through the day. Keeping his weapon hanging on his belt, Isaac pulled an energy drink and a single vial of blue dust from the bag and closed the locker door before cracking open the drink and draining half of its contents, reveling in the sweet yet slightly acidic taste, "Oh man I needed that. Alright, partner time, let's see what we've got to work with before time runs out.". Not really in the mood to bother with subtlety or going from person to person, Isaac stood atop one of the benches and whistled loudly to grab the attention of anyone nearby, "Alright i'm gonna be really blunt about this, I need a partner and I know that there's no way in hell that everyone in here is paired up. So, who among you is interested?". His wording was rather blunt, however if it payed off, Isaac would find himself a partner before initiation....he hoped.
Now THIS looks like one hella fun RP.

Name:Dimitri Holmes

Appearance: Here

Alias: Vulcan

Age: 23

Allegiance/Location: Genesis, however he'll regularly leave for weeks on end to scavenge parts and whatever else he can find
Type: Cyborg- left arm has been replaced with that of an adjudicator, left eye has been replaced with a cybernetic eye capable of infrared and night vision, three ribs replaced with metallic ones

Equipment/Weaponry: S & W 500 magnum, bicycle chain with a large padlock at the end, combat knife, Orthrus rifle (a personal weapon of his invention)

Skills: Weapon smith- Dimitri has an uncanny ability to craft projectile weapons provided he has the resources to do so, hence his nickname "Vulcan", the greek god of the fire and the forge.

Short History: Born to a weapon smithing family, Dimitri's life has been pretty busy as far back as he can remember. He would work day and night with his father to pump out as many weapons as they could, be it guns, blades, or explosives. It was during an unfortunate incident involving a faulty grenade that Dimitri ended up destroying his arm, eye, and several ribs, however his father, ever the craftsman, was able to save him by retrofitting him with cybernetic parts, even adding in extra features to give him an edge when out scavenging. Life was a bit harder to Dimitri after that, being a cyborg after all mean that he was a bit of an outcast and always had the threat of being taken over by the Empyrean, however he's persevered, having won over a few of the local militia and civilians with his inventions, and even going so far as to open up a weapons shop down at the Church. Life might not be perfect, but he makes do with what he's got.
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