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7 yrs ago
Is there a way to clear all your statuses from 3 years ago :| I don't want this stuff on here
10 yrs ago
RIP MY THROAT X_X
10 yrs ago
I just remembered that I once read a creepypasta about slenderman killing Hitler and it was actually pretty good. Grammar-wise and stuff I mean, but it was about still slenderman killing hitler :|
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10 yrs ago
I wanted to find out how to communicate to wild Buns that I am their ally but it's a bit late because there's only one around our house now ;_;
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10 yrs ago
"I'm pretty sure if a Panther could go golden after slitting the throat of an Antelope and watch it bleed to death, it would." - youtu.be/sD_92oGkDXI?t=54s
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Hey, we haven't had a perverted character yet, have we?
Literally 5 seconds after Alto put his phone down after sending the message, he got a reply from his mysterious employer.
Oh, the plan's changed. He thought. Wait, did we even have a plan besides finding them to begin with? Looking back at his phone, he received another text from his employer. StuCorp?
He'd heard of StuCorp, supposedly another mega corporation, sort of like Aperture but only in the mega part of it. The FBI and those affiliated with them? he thought, a little puzzled by the last part of the message. He mulled it over in his head as black-ops guy finally introduced himself.
"Registered government employee, callsign; Lighthouse" the black-ops guy said.
If he's government, I guess that means he's technically affiliated. He thought.
Getting up from his sitting position, he dusted himself off a little bit. More for vanity's sake than anything, really. He walked into the hideout, noticing that Lighthouse was still talking.
"I'm tracking the man responsible for the broadcast that forced you two into hiding." Lighthouse said.
Black-ops guy is also after the Voice? Alto thought. That dude sure is getting popular in the secrety secrets department right now. The Voice must have been good, too. Alto was mainly assuming here, but he was pretty sure it had taken the FBI + StuCorp upwards of a week or less to find where this guy might be. Still, he wasn't sure what to do if someone else was also after the Voice.
Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed out a message before sending it.
<There's some other guy after the broadcast dude here as well. What do I do about him?>
Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he decided to continue regardless of what came up. He'd probably get messaged back before he acquired a reason to regret it anyway. Ignoring the last statement of the black-ops dude, he decided to put the loose cannon attitude aside for now, and go for the business face.
"My employer hired me to find you two," He said, pointing at Nightingale and Elijah, "Because they believe they have something that you might be interested in. They are willing to give you information about the man behind the Broadcast, if you are willing to assist them in-" What I'm assuming to be... he thought, "-taking him down."
Both Elijah and Nightingale were in hiding now, thanks to the Broadcast so he was also assuming that they were at least interested in finding out where he was. "You'll lose nothing if you refuse, but you won't find him without my employer's help." He said. "What do you say?"
He was going to withhold the information about who his employer was for the time being. He didn't really know about the black-ops guy, if he wasn't really what he said he was, telling him the name of his employer might not be a good idea.
Oh, the plan's changed. He thought. Wait, did we even have a plan besides finding them to begin with? Looking back at his phone, he received another text from his employer. StuCorp?
He'd heard of StuCorp, supposedly another mega corporation, sort of like Aperture but only in the mega part of it. The FBI and those affiliated with them? he thought, a little puzzled by the last part of the message. He mulled it over in his head as black-ops guy finally introduced himself.
"Registered government employee, callsign; Lighthouse" the black-ops guy said.
If he's government, I guess that means he's technically affiliated. He thought.
Getting up from his sitting position, he dusted himself off a little bit. More for vanity's sake than anything, really. He walked into the hideout, noticing that Lighthouse was still talking.
"I'm tracking the man responsible for the broadcast that forced you two into hiding." Lighthouse said.
Black-ops guy is also after the Voice? Alto thought. That dude sure is getting popular in the secrety secrets department right now. The Voice must have been good, too. Alto was mainly assuming here, but he was pretty sure it had taken the FBI + StuCorp upwards of a week or less to find where this guy might be. Still, he wasn't sure what to do if someone else was also after the Voice.
Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed out a message before sending it.
<There's some other guy after the broadcast dude here as well. What do I do about him?>
Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he decided to continue regardless of what came up. He'd probably get messaged back before he acquired a reason to regret it anyway. Ignoring the last statement of the black-ops dude, he decided to put the loose cannon attitude aside for now, and go for the business face.
"My employer hired me to find you two," He said, pointing at Nightingale and Elijah, "Because they believe they have something that you might be interested in. They are willing to give you information about the man behind the Broadcast, if you are willing to assist them in-" What I'm assuming to be... he thought, "-taking him down."
Both Elijah and Nightingale were in hiding now, thanks to the Broadcast so he was also assuming that they were at least interested in finding out where he was. "You'll lose nothing if you refuse, but you won't find him without my employer's help." He said. "What do you say?"
He was going to withhold the information about who his employer was for the time being. He didn't really know about the black-ops guy, if he wasn't really what he said he was, telling him the name of his employer might not be a good idea.
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I know I should be responding to the text, but I'm going christmas shopping today so I won't be able to for a while
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"Get out of here, stupido. This isn't the time for children." Nightingale said.
The words stung a little bit, not unlike his back right now but like his back he tried not to show it. He technically deserved it, considering how he'd been acting just now, but still. Ah yeah, that reminds me. He thought. I'm probably going to have to pay for gutter repairs. Gutter repairs weren't that expensive really, but Alto was pretty sure doing property damage in general was a bad thing. Especially to someone who knew he did it. Maybe if this house gets destroyed I won't have to pay for it. He thought.
Suddenly, he was distracted by a water bottle which was flying towards his face. He was considering catching it with his mouth, but then he realized it was a water bottle and he was being stupid. The water bottle smacked straight into his mouth, which was unfortunate. But, he was thirsty so there was that. Looking up, he saw that the black-ops dude had thrown the bottle. And he also had glowing eyes. Well, I've got a robot arm, so who am I to judge? Picking up the bottle and hauling himself to standing position, he said: "Thanks black-ops dude!" while waving to him. The black-ops dude however continued his conversation so Alto wasn't sure whether or not he heard that.
Nevertheless, water.
The bottle was cold too, which was good. He really needed a drink because he'd been running around for the past few hours. Unscrewing the cap, he quickly sculled the contents, a refreshing torrent of water gushing down his throat. Much better. He thought. Looking back into the house in front of him, he could see the trio still conversing. Alto didn't really seem to be welcome here. Maybe it was time to send that text. Asking for extra instructions wouldn't hurt, would it?
He pulled out his phone.
<I found them. What now>
The message was still on the screen. With only a moment's hesitation, he pressed send. He didn't really know who his employer was, and maybe that was a bad thing. Well, at least I got water. He thought.
The words stung a little bit, not unlike his back right now but like his back he tried not to show it. He technically deserved it, considering how he'd been acting just now, but still. Ah yeah, that reminds me. He thought. I'm probably going to have to pay for gutter repairs. Gutter repairs weren't that expensive really, but Alto was pretty sure doing property damage in general was a bad thing. Especially to someone who knew he did it. Maybe if this house gets destroyed I won't have to pay for it. He thought.
Suddenly, he was distracted by a water bottle which was flying towards his face. He was considering catching it with his mouth, but then he realized it was a water bottle and he was being stupid. The water bottle smacked straight into his mouth, which was unfortunate. But, he was thirsty so there was that. Looking up, he saw that the black-ops dude had thrown the bottle. And he also had glowing eyes. Well, I've got a robot arm, so who am I to judge? Picking up the bottle and hauling himself to standing position, he said: "Thanks black-ops dude!" while waving to him. The black-ops dude however continued his conversation so Alto wasn't sure whether or not he heard that.
Nevertheless, water.
The bottle was cold too, which was good. He really needed a drink because he'd been running around for the past few hours. Unscrewing the cap, he quickly sculled the contents, a refreshing torrent of water gushing down his throat. Much better. He thought. Looking back into the house in front of him, he could see the trio still conversing. Alto didn't really seem to be welcome here. Maybe it was time to send that text. Asking for extra instructions wouldn't hurt, would it?
He pulled out his phone.
<I found them. What now>
The message was still on the screen. With only a moment's hesitation, he pressed send. He didn't really know who his employer was, and maybe that was a bad thing. Well, at least I got water. He thought.
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Well, I'm kind of waiting for the last champion to show up before the principle's speech because it's probably going to be better for story purposes
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