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9 yrs ago
Current Hello, status reader! Yes, you! Have a great day, y'hear!
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10 yrs ago
I wonder if this place would ever run a proper Play By Post with dice rolls and whatnot.
11 yrs ago
The average life expectancy of RPs here leave something to be desired.
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11 yrs ago
Ah yes, looking up words in Google Translate. Used an actual paperback dictionary back in the day, but still - looks like I'm back in the saddle.
11 yrs ago
It's not the size of the brain that counts, it's how you wield it

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@thatguy Is the loudspeaker voice familiar? Is that the guy who spoke to Chris on the phone?
"Yes, we are." The scientist said quietly, perhaps more to himself than the Watcher. He turned to Renat. "We are all in this together, and we will help you, and eachother, find a new place in this world. Don't worry." Somehow the pinpoint pauses in this short speech managed to convey Chris's meaning. Indeed, the boy's concerns were not particular to him - it was just that the others could go with the flow easier, trying as hard as they could to keep their heads above the water without asking if they can, in fact, stop drowning.

His eyes moved to the hologram. "Watcher." He started, moving closer. "What is known about this anomaly. Is it contagious. Singular to a certain area." He grunted with annoyance, exasperated with his voice's monotone. "Is it destructive to the host. Can it be enhanced or dampened. Who is the top researcher on the field."
Judging me or them?


Not judging.
The big teen looked closer at the assorted cleaning equipment, but... no, there didn't seem to be a catch, or a hidden door. He leaned out of the room and looked down the long hallway - there were at least a dozen doors in this hallway, and it was one of three of roughly the same size that he passed on the way. He snorted. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but experience claimed that you can use a hammer on a screw if you have enough patience and it's large enough.

Thus, one by one, Ezekiel began trying the doors of all rooms between him and the turn of the corridor.
Which is kind of sad since I have time to post despite being on vacation. But I'm not judgin'. Nooo sirreee.
Hi. I am on vacation overseas and may not have a chance to post until saturday. Apologies in advance.
Hi. I am on vacation overseas and may not have a chance to post until saturday. Apologies in advance.
Hi. I am on vacation overseas and may not have a chance to post until saturday. Apologies in advance.
The scientist opened his eyes.

Gradually, the neural pathways of his eyes were given priority for transfer to his cognitive centers. He took the room in. He was sitting cross-legged on the top of a two-storied bunk bed, in a meditative position. The light was probably dim, but it did not impede his vision.

Slowly, his other senses awoke. The smell of mildew, sweat, piss and air that was breathed in and out so many times it was probably all carbon dioxide. The itching sensation of low-quality, tough fabric against his skin. The sounds of clattering, unintelligible screaming, footsteps. The chest of Carrie, exploding inward from the impact of a 9 mm round.

Chris inhaled sharply. That last umage was not a product of his senses, but more of memory. No - extrapolation of sensory memory. He suddenly felt the need to examine his body, but other than being a little dehydrated he was completely healthy. Slowly, the trip in the dark van came back to him, the cloth bag on his face, walking into rooms, riding elevators for a surprisingly long time. He shrugged this off - it didn't matter. What mattered was that Carrie was dead, a lot of people at that rave were dead, and he had no idea why he was here or who was responsible for this.

Wait. 'mutie'. That's what the SWAT guy said.

He silently slid off the bed and pressed his face against the bars. "Is anyone in here a MUTANT." his monotone becoming louder at the last word.
Take two days, then railroad their ass to jail.
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