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9 mos ago
Current Alternatively - and now, hear me out - one could avoid looking up photos of such eldritch horrors ... maybe?
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10 mos ago
Back for my bi-yearly visit. Now where did I leave that thingy-ma-jig? Anyone seen that mish-masher? I think it looks like motivation or something!
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3 yrs ago
I now identify as a Master Procrastinator. Thank you all, and good night.
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3 yrs ago
New medical term: Dizzy mummy (condition of patient when world is spinning and only treatment is confinement to bed). I hate being sick...
3 yrs ago
@Vampiretwilight: Funny indeed. Now to make it into a roleplay here...let the madness and sassy Narrator commence.
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"Roger that, Tyrant, watch your fire on the rooftop while I'm up there. Over and out." Viking said over the comms as he saluted Tyrant as he watched him wreck havoc down in the streets once more, giving the British to consider their own position in this war, though they most likely would defend what they rightfully claimed as theirs. In the midst of sand-coloured houses and Mosque towers, Viking located the warehouse Tyrant had been talking about, and from what Viking could see from he roof it didn't look too much of a task for him.

Viking activated his boosters and ascended up into the sky and heading towards the warehouse. The shining man flew through the air and descended down again towards the rooftop, when he saw that the British indeed had Bofors. And they were firing at him, with worrying accuracy! Taking the risk of coming down too fast, Viking put his thrusters on the lowest level so he fell quickly down onto the roof, it was the only way to quickly get down on the roof without being targeted successfully by the Bofors. On the roof, it was business as usual, with Viking evading the incoming small-arms fire and accurately taking down the British infantry on the roof. One even decided it was better to jump off the roof rather than face certain death from the flying devil that was Viking. "Rooftop secured, ETA on the warehouse?"
He still has no right to point a gun at the man who gave him back his hat! Adrian feels betrayed, you know that? He can never trust Twix again, and he even ate his rabbit!
Must have been Jesus saving his life!

But in the state that Twix is now, I think every option is viable really.
There, have your stupid money! Adrian still got his revenge ^^
By now Adrian had been pointed at, with several guns, throughout this Mexican stand-off, and still his hands were clutching his revolver and the satchel filled with money. It was as a few of them had stated, sickly of them have this upcoming shoot-out just because of the faded green paper, but first of all had Adrian never had so much money in his hands before, and then it was her, Myra. He could have dropped the money long ago and just walked away, but Myra had made a fool of him, and now he was close to getting payback.

Adrian was surprised as the armoured man walked past him and tipped over a table, but understood what he meant by it. It was however not until Twix pulled the trigger that Adrian ducked down behind the table, ready for the immense pain of being shot somewhere in the chest but never came. Twix said oops, clearly amused by the entire situation, but Adrian just sat down and tried to gather his thoughts once again. Then he realized what he could do, what his payback would be.

He started to count the money as he still sat down behind the table, and stood up when he was done. "180 dollars...You were right, here you have it. I swear, if I find out it's dirty money, you will pay. Now get out of here, and never come back." Adrian said aggressively to Myra, throwing her the satchel and making his way out of the tavern and out onto the main street. Out there he saw Flint and a unknown woman start to clear the street for bodies, a sad business after such a brutal day as this, though important. "I'll be right back to help, looks like you need some help!" Adrian yelled at them as he turned a corner and started to run back home. As he ran, he smiled for himself and chuckled quietly. "Fine, I didn't take those faded pieces of paper, but I sure would love to see that bitch without her precious trinket." He whispered to himself, thinking about the small trinket that he so easily had picked out of the satchel and put in his pocket. Sure, it wasn't anything of too much value, but right now he felt satisfied with his revenge.

Soon he came running back to the main street finding Flint and the unknown woman, and started dragging a corpse over to where Flint had dragged. The trinket he didn't have on him anymore, he was smart enough to have hid it. Where? Only he knew, and he wasn't telling.

"Good thing you got out the tavern, it's a madhouse in there, that Twix guy is a real nut." He said to Flint, before turning towards the woman. "Welcome to Aurora's End, not a very good day to visit really. Name's Adrian Whitestone, who are you?"
Welcome back, you have been dearly missed. Now I need to decide what to do with the money, and I'm just as divided on what to do with it :/

And no Theymostly, you ain't getting any, you could have shot Adrian!
TheyMostlyComeAtNight said
lol, If Twix had his hat no doubt Adrian would have handed him the money :'(


...and the logic behind this is? :P
In what freaking way does Twix deserve the money? Come on, Adrian helped him get his hat back! Show some compassion!
Hey, I still hold the money! If anyone is going to put it on fire, then it will be me! *Pulls out his lighter*
Is this the right moment for Adrian to run past you two, screaming from the top of his lungs and holding the satchel above his head, queuing the Benny Hill Theme?
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