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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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Ford lowered his weapon. "Your lucky day, you get to deal with the boss." Florida waited for Katya to catch up then he went back in the bar. Texas was just now standing up.

Ford kicked his head down. "You think you can just start threatening Civs?" He kicked him again. "Well guess what?" One of the other agents from team one stood. Ford drew his side arm. "Stay down or you join the list assfueck." He was pissed at the rest of team one for not stopping Texas. He place the pistol to Texas's head. "You have the right to remain silent, if you talk I will blow your brains out." He cuffed him and dragged him to the truck.
I would like to blame the economy for any damage or mistakes made. That is all.
Hold fire.... Huh... Oops.
Florida was able to use Team One to block him self from the flashbang and the cloak. After the Bang Florida ran past Texas hitting the agent with the butt of his rifle as he went. It was time to work.

Ford landed outside the window only a few feet from Allison. As she ran Florida leveled his rifle. "Avoid the kill." He told himself. BANG! The bullet grazed her leg and she went down. Before she was able to get back up he had his side arm on her head. "Good morning. It's nice to meet you."
Bum Bum Bum
People may start dying soon. Awesome, We are already at each others throats.
Hunter agreed it would be a decent place for farming, though he didn't know much on farming other then you needed sunlight. Sunlight on his planet was a pain in the ass to deal with though. Then Hunter was asked what Mech he got. "I got a Marauder with enough fire power to lay waste to, well not sure to be honest. Though it would be nice to fight Mechs with mechs instead of forklifts and shotguns. Them things can take a hit."

Hunter noticed what Farid said about his planet being a dust ball. "You from a desert planet? That has to be a pain in the ass. I'm not even sure how well I'm going to deal with the sunlight here. I've lived underground my entire life. Only went to the surface once to help repair a solar plate. Though that was at night." It did interest Hunter how many backgrounds people came from here. "Still can't wait to use the mechs, Planning to kick some hardcore ass with them." Hunter started to unpack his bag and put some things away.
Florida hated a lot of things now that he thought about it. One of the big ones was a execution, he always believed that everyone should get a fighting chance. When he saw the threat that the agent made he snapped. "Fuck it, I'm going in." He grabbed his rifle and started walking. "Anyone who gets in my way of stopping this I'll put them down as well."

Florida was already close to the location, he refused to waste time. He pulled up in one of Project freelancers Trucks that he... Borrowed and walked in. "The hell you doing Texas!" Florida raised his rifle to the agent. "We have rules, we have orders. You want to start shooting Civs you gotta go through me first." He kept the rifle leveled ready to fire at any sudden movement.
Alrighty then.
Florida was pissed off, he hated losing. He hated it with a passion. "Fucker, When I get my hands on him I am going to tear him a new one!" He felt humiliated, like a kid in basic training. He landed his fist into the wall, He refused to be humiliated like that again.

Florida worked his way to the briefing room when he heard the message. "We wont be needing assistance, We can handle what ever job it is. We'll recover." He took the rifle off his back and threw it down on the table when he made it to the briefing room. He was determined to redeem himself. He started a weapons check, either way he had a mission coming up and needed to kick someones ass.
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