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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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Oh, it is incredibly fulfilling Discontent. I hit three, but the the third was simply clipped as the birds took off. And actually, the two that I managed to hit in the head survived since I just used erasers as opposed to something like marbles. I did learn something that day however, namely that it IS indeed possible to knock a bird unconscious seeing as one just crumpled upon being hit in the head. The other one just kind of stumbled around for a while before making a pretty shaky take off, though it and its murder didn't go far, just kinda hung around the trees until their friend got up, though I wasn't around to see it come to. I'm glad however that I chose to do it from the safety of my window though since crows and ravens can apparently remember people by face. I'd rather not be swarmed by dozens of the fuckers as I head out to work or class.
Discontent said
Well then. While we wait, let us contemplate the universe's intricacies and complexities, like the philosophical motherfuckers that we are.


Tried that once. My contemplation session quickly devolved into boredom, then a question of how many crows can I take out around my house with a slingshot and a handful of erasers before their murder wises up and takes off. The answer was two.
Reggie returned the stare at earth, though whether it was because he was considering whether or not to follow the elemental or because his brain was half asleep and still needed a bit of time to process things, was a mystery. 'Oh great, he's one of those loud ones...' Reggie mentally deadpanned before sighing and rolling out of bed, "Since I doubt you're gonna leave me alone if I say no, just gimme a few minutes." the boy said before pulling some clothing from his closet and walking around the elemental and into his bathroom. Around twelve minutes later, Reggie re-entered his room having brushed his teeth, washed his face, and dressed, and pulled a jacket from his closet, "Alright, lets go.".
Having long lost interest with the affairs of the others, Jacque began to explore the craft a bit more, possibly to find something to help finish removing the shards of glass still imbedded in his arms from the entrance of the android. Jacque grimaced as he looked down at the shining shards, it didn't particularly hurt seeing as years of vicious close quarter combat had all but deadened him to pain from superficial wounds, however it was still an annoyance that needed to be addressed, preferably with a pair of tweezers and some gauze rather than him turning his arms into water. More annoying still was the fact that he was still half occupied with keeping water from leaking into the cockpit, an annoyance he quickly voiced to Spartan by allowing the water to pour onto him but not the control panel.
And we're back ladies and gentlemen! Now lets check in with our next hero...

A camera pans in on a motorcycle blazing down the street, its rider cradling a duffel bag as though it were his child. Not even half a second afterward a blur of green whirs past the camera, nearly ripping it free of its stationary post. Breakneck sighed and adjusted his goggles as he began to catch up with the motorcycle, already imagining the earful he would get from his sponsors for not slowing down enough to be clearly seen. "Oi, Cap'n Cunt!" Breakneck yelled over the rush of wind as he ran parallel to the cyclist, "What the-" was all the rider could say before breakneck held up a hand, "Yea, save it. Look man, either you pull this thing over and call it quits, or i'm gonna have to flatten you.". To this the cyclist held up his middle finder for a millisecond before returning his hand to the bike to keep it stable, "Make me you dyke!". Dyke, that word practically turned BreakNeck's blood to acid, not only was in an insult, but it implied that yet again he'd been mistaken for a woman. BreakNeck bursted forward, zooming past the biker only to turn back at half a mile. The cameras in the area just barely managed to catch BreakNeck as he leaped upward before colliding with the motorcycle and dug his knee firmly into the rider's chest. Yet another blur of motion later, and the bike had crashed into a pole, and BreakNeck was kicking the biker -who would likely need intensive care for the knee to the chest alone- viciously, "Who are you calling a dyke *beep*hole!? I'm a mother *bleep*in' guy! Come on bitch, say it again! SAY IT AGAIN MOTHA-", the camera pans back to a HeroesTV logo, cutting off BreakNeck.

Well, that was a rather...unique performance from one our more crass heroes, BreakNeck! We will return after a word from our sponsors!
Honestly i'm just waiting for my chance to bust out the "Pain Train". I didn't wanna post until at least two more people did however. Hope you lot are cautious enough to avoid standing behind Dimitri when he fires the thing, because that back-blast can be a mother fucker~
Reggie , having been sound asleep grumbled and sat up in his bed and began rubbing his eyes with a grimace as a voice boomed at him loudly, "Yea that'd be me. Would ya be so kind as to lower the volume a few decibels?" the young man asked irritably, seemingly more annoyed with the sudden wake up call than worried about the intrusion into his room.
Don't mind me folks, just providing the weekly bump.
Name: Ari Lacroix
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Here
Hero Name: Breakneck
Power: Super speed - he can hit supersonic speeds fairly easily without sustaining damage to his body, however moving at hyper sonic speeds is much more difficult and can cause serious damage to his muscles and bones
Weakness (I figured i'd add this in to balance it out): He burns through energy very quickly because of his accelerated metabolism and requires a lot of food to compensate for it, he also cannot see without eye protection when he starts running.
Hero suit/armor: None
Sponsor: Android
Bio: A scrappy young lad from New Orleans Louisiana, a combination of Ari's feminine appearance and being raised in an all female house hold by his mother and three older sisters, made Ari a perfect target for bullying and unwanted advances by other boys. To compensate, Ari become crude, snarky, and quick to throw the first punch in an altercation (no pun intended). When NEXT began to receive sponsorships for their heroic deeds and abilities, Ari decided to clean up his act a bit and cash in, and attended the academy for several years before getting sponsored by Android as a part of the company's bid to emphasize the efficient speed of their product over the iPhone.

You have no idea how tempting it was to make Sprint his sponsor....
A wide grin wormed its way onto Dimitri's face as Leon mentioned the unwelcome guests making their way towards the Higgins, "I've got just the thing we need..." he said with a dark chuckle before slipping back under the deck. Not more than two minutes later, Dimitri returned with a duffel bag from which several beeping sounds emanated, and a rocket launcher with the words 'the pain train' spray painted on the side tucked under his arms. The Demolition man quickly shuffled to the back of the ship and crouched, "Alright my lovelies, do papa proud!" he said before cackling and unzipping the bag to reveal several grenades and, of all things, pool toys, each with an explosive either on or inside of it. Waisting no time, Dimitri flung most of the pool toys out into the water, then waited with the detonator clenched in his fist and a twisted leer etched on his face as he waited for the first boat to pass his babies.
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