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1 yr ago
Current Yearly Update… I’m alive. The end.
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2 yrs ago
Why do I post the same status twice? It's like I'm-Motherf-
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2 yrs ago
Why do I post the same status twice? It's like I'm-
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4 yrs ago
Haven’t updated this in about a year, better think of something clever to put- Oh goddamnit!
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4 yrs ago
Haven’t updated this in about a year, better think of something clever to put- Oh goddamnit!

Bio

So, I just realized this exists... After about an year... Right time to fill this out.

So hi, I’m Shiyonichi and as you can tell from my user name meaning death four one, in Japanese. I am...

An Edgy Weeaboo!


So yeah, I am basically human garbage.

I may or may not disappear on you during role plays. From either being dead, trying save the world, trying to destory the world, or a sudden case of being dead inside.

My favorite animals are dogs, I like red velvet cake, and I am obsessed with the katana.

If you need to contact me off forum I have a discord. Though I’m not straight up give it to you, because I’m human garbage.

Though here’s a hint: The first part is the most over used horror cliche of the last decade and the last part is a place with pretty damn good meatballs.

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I’ll be posting tomorrow, I’m just really sleepy right now.
It was a scene from hell. The sky was a crimson red, parts of various Mobile suits were scattered throughout the wasteland floor, and one last lone Gundam was trying to get away from the scene of carnage.

“Damn it... Damn it all... Come on, I’m using a Unicorn, there isn’t a way he should able to beat me.”

The white unit was not in good shape, it had lost both of it’s arms one at the shoulder and one at the elbow, it had various gashes across it’s body, and one of it’s leg was was riddled with bullet holes resembling Swiss cheese.

“Come on... Come on... I can’t let him beat me!”

The once majestic Mobile Suit gave out sparks before it collapsed unable go any further as the pilot bit back a curse, as a vibrations from a heavy footstep rang out as a single red dot illuminated from the darkness.

“AHHHHH!!!”

The Wounded Mobile Suit turned it’s head and fired it’s last weapon, it’s Vulcans, however it was nothing more than panicked firing causing it to only illuminate at threat it was facing... it was a single green Zaku, the only sign that it was connected to the massacre was the splotches of oil which stained dripped down along it’s body.

“GODAMN REAPER!”

CLICK The shout of it’s pilot was silenced by it’s last hope being extinguished as it’s doom drew an axe and slowly walked over to the now helpless unit, it’s pilot only able to whimper as the steps started to ring like the gongs of hell...

The Black Covered unit raised it’s axe, then brought it down.

BATTLE ENDED

“It takes more than just a strong Gunpla to be strong in this game.”

Blue particles dispersed as it revealed two parties divided by a hexagonal table, on one side was a set of three teenagers in various forms of distress and disbelief. The other was a single blonde haired teenager and next to him was a kid looking at the blonde haired teenager in wonder and amazement.

“A strong Gunpla is one thing, but a Gunpla fighter needs to be able to bring out the most from it, ya lot failed to do that, so don’t pick on someone for their Gunpla, ya small fries.” Kai continued his criticism, as he picked up his Gunpla from the table. “Here ya are kid, without a scratch. Run along now.” The child nodded giving his gratitude towards the blonde haired delinquent as he ran back to his parents.

“Well, guess my job is done here.” Kai as took his GP base from the machine and prepared to leave the Gunpla shop they where battling, at one of the defeated teens finally spoke up.

“Oi, stop right there! Bastard!”

Kai didn’t stop and started to walk away.

“I said stop you goddamn cheater!”

That made Kai stop.

“Cheating?” The delinquent echoed.

“Yeah, there no way you could have beaten all three of us! You mush have cheated!” “Yeah!” “That right!”

If the lot already didn’t lose his respect for picking on kids, their attitudes certainly did.

“You lot are pathetic, ya can’t take losing with some dignity, you aren’t even worth my time.” The Gunpla fighter growled with venom and disgust in his voice, as he continued to walk away.

“Didn’t you hear me!” One of the three finally lost his temper as he leaped over table and charged the blonde haired delinquent arm raised in a clear intent to try and attack the Gunpla fighter... only for him to never get the chance, without even looking back the delinquent struck with the back of his hand, a sickening crack ringing out as the teenager was sent flying back with streams of blood running down his now broken nose.

“Good grief.” While the other two was frozen his shock Kai made his exit. “Right, I’ve got about 15 minutes.” Kai looked at his phone, which had a single calendar note. ‘Takemori Arcade, 1:00 & 2:00’
Oh hey it’s been a while, anyway I’ll be interested, I’ve already have a character from an another server in mind so I’ll be posting a CS rather quickly.
“Well if I wanted my allies to find me, I would keep it active.” Benedict stated as he was forced to move out of the shadows, of course his statement was completely true except it was more for luring our allies turned enemy rather than just normal allies and afterwards, he really didn’t give a damn. “Besides if I tried to come close without identifying myself as OMNI, you and your team probably would have started shooting at me, wouldn’t you? That wouldn’t have been very pretty.”

Benedict looked upon the other Gundam pilots. He has never seen both units before, though he has heard of the one using a striker pack, the Raigo a prototype based off his own Strike E. Though last time he checked the Raigo was still in testing phase and shouldn’t be in a place like this, as a matter of fact, looking at the Raigo, it seemed that it was in combat use for a significant amount of time. There was something strange, but he needed a few more pieces to put it all together.

“My name is Richard Walker, I’m a mercenary hired by OMNI. Please call me Richie.” Benedict gave a polite hello to Paul, before introducing himself with an alias and a cover story which would explain how he legally obtained a OMNI Mobile Suit, something that was natural to him, to the point that his lies were indistinguishable from when he told the truth. “But, if you don’t what to get friendly with one of OMNI’s disposable for hires, that’s understandable.” Benedict Now Richard gave a small self deprecating joke, usual for mercenary of the so called handsome rouge type.

“Now that I’ve introduced myself, I believe it’s your turn to do the same, as well as your man of mystery. I was intending on hanging back and providing fire support if he had gotten a bit rowdy, though it would appear that would be rather unnecessary at this point in time.” Richard gave a lie to cover up his inaction, after all radars are more or less universal.
The DSSR a neutral civilian research group dedicated to exploring the outer reaches of the stars. In one of their facilities they were working on a revolutionary new machine that would allow them to reach the stars outside the horizon, though it would appear this project would take an unexpected turn.

“Lieutenant, What is going on!? Why have you started your machine before the appointed time? What happened to your team!?”

Peace was disrupted as alarms blared out throughout the facility, and a black and white war machine threw off the cloth meant to conceal it’s form, before taking off into the void of space at blazing speeds from the furthest hanger where it was concealed.

“Lieutenant, I repeat status report, why have the alarms been raised and what happened to your team!?”

Within the cockpit of the mobile suit the coms would once again blazed to life as it repeated the same questions, only this time it was answered back by the mobile suit’s pilot.

“Oh, you see Captain, I killed them-“ “What!” The Captain interrupted in shock, but the pilot kept talking. “I have killed my entire team, I have also taken the mission objective, though I have decided not to hand it over.”

The DSSR sent out it’s own machines while the pilot was addressing his Captain. Their intent was to retrieve the “mission objective” the pilot had stolen as such they could not fire a single shot at the speeding Mobile Suit, which meant that they had no chance of catching the white and black mobile suit, especially with the head start it had on them.

“Lieutenant Arkwright, I’m going to ask, What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing?” The Captain asked in disbelief and barely contained rage.

“Captain Maza, I’ll share with you a few words I wanted to say over these past few months, I believe it goes like this: fuck you, fuck Phantom Pain, fuck Blue Cosmos, fuck your all ideals and everything you all stand for. I am resigning my position.”

“I see... I hope you enjoy your short retirement, Benedict.” The grey haired Captain stated with a neutral expression and venom in his voice, before the line went blank.

In the period that the exchange took place, Benedict had flown far enough out that it would have been risky for the DSSR’s Astrays to follow. With this he allowed his Mobile Suit to stop and and used it’s wire to anchor onto a piece of space debris to conserve energy. He looked over his equipment. He had two beam sabers, two short range beam rifles, one long range beam rifle, one grenade, a couple of wire anchors, and a shield. Not much when he was up against the Estrella Newby, a Girty Lue class ship, it held a considerable amount of Mobile Suits, though it’s biggest danger was that it held 5 Gundam Units as Blue Cosmos was trying to secretly realize the old Archangel plan, with this mission meant to be a trial run.

Out of the five units he would be guaranteed to deal with two, the Verde Buster and Blu Duel, as their pilots were not among the operatives assigned with infiltrating the DSSR and were part of the ship’s crew with the duty to guard the ship. The Nero Blitz had several technical difficulties which left it out of commission for the past few days and with both it’s pilot and the intended pilot of the Rosso Aegis, Fredrick Hughes being poisoned, the former would likely not be able to join the battle and the later would have a less experienced pilot behind it’s wheel. Though that still meant Three Gundams, a squad of Slaughter Daggers, and an entire warship vs his own Mobile Suit, the final Gundam, the Strike E.

Benedict pulled out his employee card from the DSSR, he had signed up under the name of Albert Simons, an alias, though he was fond of the alias more than his own name. The operative opened his Mobile Suit’s hatch before tossing the card out into space and then closing the hatch back up. After this battle it would likely be the only thing remaining of him, as he didn’t intend to leave a body and if Phantom Pain decided to try and take him alive he would self detonate his suit. This would be how it ended, Benedict always new that, though he didn’t expect to be in this situation for a bunch of Coordinators and their coworkers, he also didn’t expect for Blue Cosmos to go after a civilian made AI.

The traitor also took out a data drive in it was the AI that DSSR had developed. He could guess it was for some kind of weapons development, it must have been quite valuable to them if they wanted to monopolize the AI by stealing from the DSSR rather than trying to use alternative methods such as offering to buy a copy of the AI. Though he could be overthinking things. After all he reveled in taking the bloodier plan. Benedict took a look at the clock. He estimated that he had about five minutes before Captain Maza and his ship arrived.

“Sorry guys it look like I won’t be joining you all for drinks.”

The spy readjusted his Mobile Suit’s shield, he decided to hide among the debris and try and ambush his enemy turned friends before firing his grenade into the ship’s gas tanks. He wasn’t expecting to survive, but he was going to go down swinging. Benedict readied his beam rifle as the ship came into view and started to deploy it’s Mobile Suits. Benedict even when facing almost certain death was still serene. He detached his anchor... and then a flash of lightning ran through his skull as a headache suddenly ran throughout his head.

“What’s?” Benedict fought to stay awake, but to no avail...

Sometime later...

Benedict woke up sometime later, he heavier than before, almost as if he was back on earth... Took a look outside and he realized that he was transported back on the surface of a planet. His hand immediately went to where he had stored the data disk. He didn’t know where or how, but he knew he had to take shelter. He looked around as and spotted a tower in the distance, it would provide cover and a vantage point, Benedict moved his machine towards the tower, though as he was doing so, he felt lightning flash through his mind, his “intuition” he called it. He had a feeling that he was being followed which put him on further guard than before, Benedict made an even greater effort of leaving a trace.

As the Spy piloted his machine towards the tower, he made sure he kept an eye out on his radar. He mostly stayed low to the ground though on occasion when the terrain could cover something taller than his suit, he took a stop and scouted his surroundings from a vantage point using the Strike’s thrusters and his wires. It was in one of these scouting he saw an Earth Alliance Mobile Suit and after that when he got closer, he spotted an Archangel class ship, though this one didn’t match with any he was aware of. While he didn’t expect his defection to be widely spread, he wasn’t the kind of person to throw caution to the wind. He kept his distance from the suit and watched as a Gundam unit with a L shaped backpack, which he never seen before come in contact with the EA Gundam. He would wait and see how the EA units would react to this new Gundam before deciding to take action, to give him a better idea of what he was dealing with.


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