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2 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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3 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
3 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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3 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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3 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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That was me too; I misunderstood the deadline as tonight rather than last night. The original statement's gone so I can't double check, but I imagine I must have misread it as midnight tonight. My fault. Totally understand the verdict, the mistake was on our end.


Yeah, this was my confusion, too. The way it was laid out in the 0th post for the past few days was that you weren't accepting anything until today, so I figured I would just dump everything here today as a finished project, since I don't like WIP CSes. Oops.
Kay. No prob.
<Snipped quote by jakeb1993>

Indeed. Indeed. The Deadline has in fact passed! Reviews and Acceptances are happening as quickly as I can manage. So I'll tag you all when that happens! Until then you must now all wait in agony. But honestly, I should be done soonish!



I've still got a few paragraphs to do on a field or two; are submissions actually closed? I got a little more long-winded than I thought I would with Exchange backstory.
Sheet should be all prepped up and ready to go by late this afternoon!
I'll definitely be done by Sunday as well.


Brennan Griese had screamed out in fury as the blast overtook most of the collected group of students.

"THAT!"

"WAS!"

"ME!"

"FOOKIN'!"

"̶̡͎̲̻̼͎͈̱̭͚̺ͦ̿̀̒ͤ͌͌͛ͅṮ̷̨̠̻̯̥͖͔̺̱̘̯̳̤̓̋̑̆ͧͫ̆ͦ̃͆ͤ͜͞A̧̭̭͔͓͇̥̬͚̯̿͗̂ͩ̊̎ͮ̌͆̇ͨ͂̄̅͠ͅA̱̩̠̓͆̄͑ͪ̌͗̄̽̓̈́͌̐̆̀͢͟͠Å̼͎̼̤̥̪̺͍͖͍̦ͮ̓ͧ̑͐ͯ͊̓̑̂͘͢A̡̛̩͙̹̣͍̼̦̘̦͒͒̇͑̀A̵̢̤̤̘̱̲̗̪͉͓͕͓̹͔̜̫͈̥ͦ̎̌̋̂͛͒̾͊̒ͧ́̍͟͜ͅA̵̧̛̦̥̮̰͚̼̖̻̭͙̤͕̼̹̣͔̭͋̂̍͂ͯ̾̾̑ͤ͊̚͟A̧̛̯̤͙̳̖͖̬͍͙̲̹̳̤̺ͫͧͯͬ̀̕͝ͅA̴͉̗̹̙͖̯̯͚̲̺͚ͦ͊͛ͧ̿ͮͬ͑ͤ͑ͤ͛ͧͯ͂ͯ͆̀K̵̸̨̖͙͔͈̟̼̳͓̭̆̂̄̓͠ͅEͭͯͦͮ̄͂̀͢͢͢҉̙̩̣̭̭͍̮̮̯͙͖̣O̷̴̪͉̤͙̘͎̝̭̝͉͙̪̥̟͔̥̜͍̓ͪ̉̊̈̑̈ͫ̈̇͐̄̊͡͡O̸̡͉̦̫̣̥̞̝̩ͫ̇͒̓͑̉̈́ͧͧͨͮ̔ͯ͘O̡͇͓̳̥̙͈̳̮͓̜͇͕͓̳͛̇̾̓̑͛͋͌ͥ̃̒̅̆͐ͤ͢O̸̩̯̹̜̣̮̦̣̭͕̖̺̘̰̻͔̣̖ͥͪͨ̄ͮ̆̂̾̆̓̔̑͂ͨ͜͠O̡̯͓̮͙͎͔̠̯̞͚͈͚̭̭̖̹̠̟̜ͨ̌͒̐́͜͞Ö̴͓̙̥͉̫̰̜̰̖͙̦͖́̆̍̏̿̑̄̑̕͜ͅͅƠ̵̛̰̤̬̝̘̫̼̲͔͚͎̱̤͚͖̖͖̙ͧ̔̈́ͩ̒̒͗͛ͧ̀̽͛̊ͭͧ̋̏ͦͅO̰̪̠̣̣͎̎ͣͪ̅͒̅̃̔ͥ̋͑̏͊͐̄͢͡O̵̧͇̭̻̬̫͙̻̜͎̗̰͕̻̦͉ͩ̀̍ͫͨ̌̾̍ͪͪ̑̌ͭ̃O̶̢̲̳̘͍̰͖̺̹̤͉͍̙͈̟̹̹̍̐͐ͫ̿ͥ̌̇ͧ͛̊ͭ͂͋͋ͧ́͝Ǫ̸̛́͐̓̉̎̄̌͌̋ͮͤ̏͑̚҉̙͈̗͎̲͙͕̗͍͓̤̟̝͞Ỏͧ͋̉̉́͘͏̩̩͉͍͕͚̯̥͈̜͉̮͙U̻̻͓̖̯̟̠̪̤͔̘̺̱̞͓ͧͭͯ̏̕̕͜T̢̯̬̝̳̭̙̠̖̏ͩ͛̂́͑̎ͮ̕͞ͅ!̴̷͖̪̙̩̭ͧͧ̂̓ͥ̽"͎̥͍̥̬͎̘̤̗̣̪͎̣̦͖̲̿̽̾̀͜͟͟͢͢ͅͅ


His food hung suspended in the air before him for a tantalizing second, as if a man of Brennan's caliber and wealth still had time to pluck it from the sky on its hopeless plunge. He wanted to scream louder. He wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh hysterically. Most importantly, he wanted Umeko to have to pay for the pizza that would be replacing their expensive dinner.

"THAT SASHIMI," shrieked the Irish boy, possessed with the all-consuming and thunderous rage of Zeus, "WAS DOLPHIN, YOU LIMP-DICKED COONT! YOU GUNNA PAY FOR DAT FOOKIN' DOLPHIN!?"

He wasn't Umeko, wasting dolphins wasn't exactly in his blood! There were only eight restaurants in Academy City that would even serve it to you, and all of them required the use of a fucking password! This had been his treat!

It wasn't even about the explosion or the corpse anymore, although the fact that this pussy thought such a mere little trick of the light was capable of throwing his nose from the strong scent of blood and pus was an insult all its own to the semi-lucid Armani predator. All but one of his senses had avoided being fooled, and even the ducking of the corpse thief under the bright neon of Academy City's nighttime lighting was noticeable to the trained eye. This was still worthy of being called a chase.

Nay, thought Brennan Griese. A brief flash of light - the advertisement on the side of one of Academy City's automated buses, running its route through the shopping district to pick up students living the nightlife - gave the heat shimmer a murky, amorphous outline that vaguely resembled a person slung over another.

Dis is a fookin' hoont.

"YOU'LL LIVE TO REGRET HAVIN' FOOKED WIT' ME, POOSY!" he screamed after the retreating figure, before he leaped out, spread-eagled, into the path of the bus.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"


THUNK-kunk


The bus had come to a halt in the street, not having skidded to a halt so much as just frozen, robbed of inertia like a device suddenly drained of its battery power. The boy who had taken the suicidal leap of faith into the transport's path, however, didn't seem to be drained at all by the accident. If anything, he seemed unruffled mentally, even with the several thin trickles of blood on his face and a matted shirt and vest.

And, in the neon glow of the advertisements that reached to the stars, it was plain to see that his hair now had highlights.

Brennan Griese beamed, revealing bloody gums between his front teeth and his right incisor from his contact with the pavement, and began to run in the direction the shimmer had gone. Fast.

The dolphin sashimi lay near the puddle of blood left behind by the corpse, gone but not forgotten.
@Xanadu, I meant to ask (and this probably isn't relevant for my character) but I wanted to press you a little further on outer space development. So there's a moon base planned/or in progress, but what kinds of orbital developments are there exactly? Mostly ISS-type research stations? All government owned stuff?
I'm thinking of a mid-twenties fixer type of character. He's not someone with a whole lot of augmentations (aside from maybe your basic combat chassis/cybernetic arm, because why not) but brings a strategic mindset to most of his jobs. We're talking someone who has survived through skill with a gun, obsessive stalking and tracking of patterns weeks in advance of a job, running routes in advance, and who at least has savvy enough to cover his digital footprint in case of reprisal. I like the idea of going more Luddite and stacking up tactical knowledge and old-time street smarts versus some more advanced augmentations or financial clout.

A CS first draft should be up soon enough.
What a stylish OOC. I should have my sheet done within the first few days of this coming week.

(Also I'm all for a Discord)
CORINNE SHOURICHI ENTERS THE BATTLEFIELD! A PILLAR OF HUMANITY TAKES OFF FOR THE SKIES!

a hot pink bubblegum crisis

Corinne Shourichi unzipped the front of her suit on her way to the hangar. For her to achieve total victory, her heart and bosom would need to swell with as much energy and zeal as the human body could muster. The tight confines of a suit would only restrict her angry chest!

Such restrictions were beyond her.

That was why, in case the Irish personnel wouldn't do it, she'd made sure to have her regular flight crew disable the usual amount of her safety limiters long before they had even left the moon! She had gambled on most of the Irish being unimaginative fops, and unfortunately, she had been proven right when she strode into the hangar and saw the stares she attracted. No doubt they were admiring the ornate craftsmanship on the metal butterfly she was now wearing, the steely finish of the mask strong and sure for a certainty, but clearly paling in comparison to her tungsten backbone and her alkaline spirit. What was the deal with these famine-stricken grease monkeys? They were humans, not spuds! They would return to their potato dirt if they did not organize! Galvanize!

"My new flight crew!" she proclaimed loudly, climbing up to the cockpit and cupping one hand around her mouth to be heard over the sudden roar of activity. "It is I, Saint Padraig come again! There are snakes in your skies, good Gaels, and so they have called me to serve you! In return, serve me faithfully until your last day under this blue sky that God gave us to rule, and I will return with victory in my hand and Jameson for all! I have loved you all from the moment my eyes laid on you! Éire go Brách, my motherfuckers! My fellow motherfuckers!"

The crowd of micks stared up at her adoringly. Beaming with all the radiance of Marianne, good goddess of humanity and liberty, Corinne Shourichi sealed herself in the R-Blade cockpit, chest heaving with glee at the animated contest of life and happiness to come.

"Corinne Shourichi, R-Blade! Shourichi Special coming up, sinfully sweet and served with love! Follow me, UTX, and we shall never walk in darkness, but forever in the light!"

never, no never, they'll never lock you in
never, no never, you'll never let them win!
go ahead, young man, face towards the sun!
run, man, while you can
run, man, run, man, run!





"Declan?"

"Aye Keith?"

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Was that crazy broad the real pilot, or did we let a schizo sneak into the base?"

The other mechanic took a long, hissing breath; the air whistled through the gap in his front teeth.

"Shit, lad," he admitted, "I didn't think to check."
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