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PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
4 yrs ago
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PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
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4 yrs ago
The people who wrote the instructions for my sister's new printer failed to consider that I might be tripping balls while trying to help her set it up.
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4 yrs ago
I'm in the lab, cooking up a status that will make every mad at me, together. I can heal this website by being as wrong and annyoing as possible.
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4 yrs ago
Met a guy yesterday who looked and sounded exactly like Hank Hill. Made my week. Logged in today and realized yesterday was this accounts sixth birthday. The universe gave me a gift for the occasion.
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5 yrs ago
Finally getting to that age where I realize that I'm becoming my dad. Called some guy at work "old boy" because I couldn't remember his name. If I order any ww2 books just put me down like a dog, man.
This is a link to the wiki article I made for my character. It's sort of a placeholder at the moment. Hopefully I'll have a real CS up soon. In the meantime, this Wiki page (made by yours truly) has all the need-to-know information. http://athaliaacademy.wikia.com/wiki/Edric_Karst
Party: Faunus (will change to human if there's too many Faunus supporters) Name: Arran M. Verdant Race: Cyborg Prototype Gender: Male Age: 17 Height: 5' 11" Weight: 136 lbs
Description: Note that his left arm is mechanical, as is his right leg. His left eye is also a bright neon green.
Biography: Arran was born to middle class parents in Mistral. He was born with a semblance that gave him the ability to heal any wound. Realising his potential, his parents sent him Haven to become a hunter. His team did remarkably well in tournaments and training and took an extremely difficult first mission. It was disastrous. He and two of his teammates were grievously wounded. His best friend, the team’s leader was killed.He dropped out of Haven and was left without work due to the fact that he was missing two limbs and an eye. He found a second chance at the hands of a slightly unhinged scientist who paid him to be his test subject. He was outfitted with replacement limbs and an artificial eye. They worked, at the cost of robbing him of his semblance and most of his aura. He managed to develop an artificial semblance through use of a aura generator, but it wasn’t quite the same. Once the FRR broke out, he supported the Faunus, in honor of his late friend, who was a Faunus. ----------------------------- Combat
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Weapon: Serpentis: A long sword, capable of turning into a semi-automatic rifle.
Semblance: Blink (Is technically not his semblance, it’s an artificial semblance built into his prosthetics Appearance Active: Mechanical limbs, as well as his left eye, glow a bright green. Uses: He can teleport within a distance of six feet in any direction. It should be noted he can only teleport to spaces he can see (not through walls).
Skills: Above-average swordsman Quite skilled rifleman Great mediator makes friends easily excellent sense of humor
The Light was faster than CHNCY-3 had given him credit for. He had assumed that the decrepit old man could barely move, let alone fight like this. His light sword severed Chauncey's left arm and he was glad that he couldn't feel pain. He leapt backwards, abandoning his severed arm and wrenching his canon arm from Williams's grasp. The panels folded back and the canon disappeared. Had his left arm not been shooting sparks and wires everywhere, he might've looked normal. His voice became synthesised to resemble normal human speech as he said "You are stronger than we thought, Williams. You have bought yourself time. Frosner will not rest until you are dead, and he will continue to send me. However, it appears as though my records are faulty. I have the ability to file you as dead. That should buy you even more time. Frosner will find out though. He'll reprogram me with more weapons and an even bigger bloodlust, one not even your blood can quench." He shifted. "I hate Frosner, but I can't disobey him. It isn't in my programming. It's only through a loophole that I'm able to do this. I assure you, it will be patched. Next time, I won't be able to run away, Light. I'll have backup next time as well. It really is in your best interest to run. Run as far and as fast as you can."
Oliver was still blinking away the shock. He had woken up that morning expecting monotony, instead, he got arguably the most interesting day of his existence. They told him he was going to be a hero. A hero! He was finally someone important, someone who mattered. Oliver was loving every second of it. He went into the bathroom to change into his costume, he came out, pulling on his helmet, right as Paul had declared his race to the training room. Everyone moved towards the training room, resigning himself that he was going to be the last one there. Looks like he sucked. He read his sheet, his name was "Jester", which he had to admit, was pretty badass. His powers were telekinesis and telepathy. It was as though everything clicked when he read it. Well, the telepathy did at any rate. He practiced reading the minds of a few scientists on his way to the training room, finding their heads full of boring equations and old song lyrics. Trying to read the mind of the woman who took them here was like trying to read a brick wall. He decided not to read the minds of anyone else from his group. He had limits. Instead he focused his attention on throwing tennis balls telekinetically. It was more difficult than it seemed. Eventually, he found a set of throwing knives, and tried throwing them telekinetically. He very narrowly avoided getting skewered. He decided to stick to tennis balls for a bit. After a while chucking the green balls around, he moved towards Carol and Thomas.
"Hey, you gotta admit. This whole thing is pretty goddamned cool, right?" He laughed, his first real laugh in awhile. He pulled off his mask and smiled a goofy smile. "I mean, this is by default the best day of my life. Like, anything else can never compare to the fact THAT I GOT FUCKING SUPER POWERS!" He laughed once more. For the first time in a very long time, Oliver was completely and totally happy. @knighthawk@t2wave