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Male, 31 years old. (So I'm practically dead, as we speak.)

Likes (other than writing and roleplaying): I'm into all genres of music. I love to cook. I love the outdoors, and walking through the park near my house. (Yes, really.) I read a lot of thriller/mystery novels. And I usually watch seasonal anime. (Or cooking shows. Because Western Media provides even fewer things that are worth watching.)

But as for my many other neglected hobbies, I've played basically every sport. (Soccer and Bowling being my favorite of the bunch.) And I'm trying to play more video games. (Going through my never-ending Steam library.) Plus, I've dabbled in making electronic & metal music, and I used to play a number of instruments. (Guitar, French Horn, etc.)

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@13org Ha ha. No. That one is Magical Girl Rising Project. Basically an anime of fight scenes and dying. :P

It's not exactly the best story. But I found it a serviceable watch. (Though I enjoy the genre/tone.) The main character doesn't do a whole lot, which was one of most people's main critique watching the show. (It's ending song is better than it's opening.)
@13org I have like a ten-dozen random ones. So you may have to be specific. ;P

Probably speaking of Mobile Suit Gundam IRON-BLOODED ORPHANS. It is quite an enjoyable anime. Certainly has the three episode rule hook down. Middle of the season drags a bit in too much political talk. It's also basically one of the very few pieces of art I've consumed that give the villains plot armor which can become frustrating. But it's one of the only Mecha I've seen in a while that I've thoroughly enjoyed the ride. You also don't need to know anything about the rest of the series to watch/enjoy it as far as I'm aware.

*Has good openings too* :P

A thing that never stopped irritating her; was despite living in a criminally active city, nobody had properly tightened security. A measly fingerprint lock that could be overridden with an 8 digit pass-code that took no time whatsoever cracking from the grease staining the keypad from pressing the correct ones? Are you kidding? Maybe that was just because she was so good at her job, or perhaps everyone’s incompetence assisted in perpetual, productive wrongdoings. Her self-reminded annoyance served as a momentary distraction of thought, necessary to not have apprehension while heading indoors...



It was foolhardy to claim that it was too quiet, but the atmosphere crept along her skin like centipedes crawling up her legs. She was certainly followed, possibly ever since she entered into the alleyway across the street, and into another building closer to simultaneous shootouts changing the late night forecast into a hailstorm of smoke and bullets. Her steps clanged like an iron bar smacking against someone’s back, the clamorous echoing inside only drowned out from her ears approaching the ensuing chaos. Guided by long dim, ceiling lights as she rushed through a lengthy cramped corridor, into a wide open room with slightly brighter ceiling lights causing a green hue, staring down a pair of double translucent glass doors between two sets of staircases leading to the second floor.

Turning her head having that paranoid fear that every moving shadow is a stalker with murderous intent. Catching the glimpse of the object slashing overhead to carve into her left shoulder, cutting the air as she pivoted right to dodge the attack and confront the hostile. A katana held in his left hand. She jumped backward, avoiding the following horizontal mid-slash going right to left. She attempted to pull out her pistol, not enough time, her muscle-bound opponent lunged at her thrusting his blade, as she leapt and rolled out of way. Her opponent quickly facing her standing on all fours, his glowing deep-blue eyes discerning her movement. The dangerous situation slowed to a crawl, something clicked into place her mind like the last piece completing the puzzle.

Her opponent was carrying no visible guns? Holding weapon in one hand, due to the heavy power glove equipped to the other and he had no apparent armor. Besides a potential bulletproof vest underneath his clothing, but he was using visual enhancing equipment. Likely a separate entity from the outdoor firefights, needed to eliminate first and ask questions later. Processed in within a single moment, wiping out her Beretta from her holster and taking aim, the bang echoed, bullet deflecting off the katana with his precise movements rushing at her. Predicting her slim chances firing off a successful shot, she haphazardly half-stuffed her gun back into her holster. Her previous degrading treatment was about pay off; circling past still running on all fours like it was natural. He staggered spinning himself around, reaching down and grabbing inches away from her tail. She swung upright on two legs with a fluid non-stop motion, ascending the west stairs. Her gun falling out of the holster and landing on the fourth step.

Her mistake sunk in her gut as conflicting thoughts screamed at her to run versus retrieving it while having the opportunity. He was already behind her, hastily kicking the Beretta between the cracks going up to the fifth step. She turned and grabbed her opponent’s raised wrist, wrenching it away until the blade scraped the wall. Striking her head with a powerful uppercut; the helmet absorbed the blow, but was knocked clean off and ricocheted off the wall and bounced off the steps onto the ground. Using the glove to reflexively grab her arm, still twisting his wrist as her maw opened wide and lunged forward, sinking her fangs into his arm. Tasting the iron in the blood spurting in her mouth as it gushed from his arm preparing a right hook. Avoiding it by jumping backwards onto the next step, releasing him and grabbing her firearm with the same hand. Watching the glove slam into the wall with a thunderous clang, leaving a sizable indentation as he ripped it back and let out a growl through clenched teeth. She pulled her gun and aimed at his groin, pulling the trigger as his eyes glowed blue again, lowering his arm and directing his katana downward to deflect the bullet into the railing.

“That’s what I thought. When you rely on the equipment for battle, you lose.” Promptly kicking the katana from his grasp, clattering to floor beneath with his careless foot movements knocking it aside to dodge another shot aimed at his shoulder. Swatting the gun out of her hand, feeling like he broke her hand with the sheer veracity of his swing. The gun tumbled down the stairs just above the first step. She countered with a flurry of blows as he closely shielded his head with crossed arms. He glanced below at his weapon, thinking for a split-second about recovering it, an involuntary distraction invading the mind. Letting her tightly grip the railing by the wall with her hands and jump up, swiftly plunging both legs into his stomach. His last ditch effort to reach out and grab her failed, shoved backward, skidding his back into the steps in his descent before his skull made acquaintance with the tile. She dived off the steps as he pushed against the floor to sit up, connecting with his solar plexus, keeping him flattened and causing him to sharply gasp, kicking the Beretta by his feet behind the stairs.

“I don’t need my guns for this.” She pounced down her hands landing against her shoulders.

“Get off, beast! I said get off!” His voice was deep as an ocean, but his wave of demands reflected a glimmer of weakness, she couldn’t help but think they were pitiful to have as last words. He reached up to grab his sides to throw her off, but he was too late. The shocked stare in his eyes, seeing the saliva dripping from her jaw onto his lips. The sound of a crunch was followed by a scream, he writhed and squirmed on the ground vainly attempting to get her off. She spit out the flesh and blood ripped from his face, taking several ineffectual blows to the face with his bare fist. Sinking her jaws into his neck, just as he gripped the back of her head with his glove, immediately weakening his grip. Pulling her head away, only yanking the collar off her neck. His stunned body unable to react to her fists smashing his face repeatedly, until covered in her opponents blood. Finally, he stopped thrashing about like a beached trout.

No such luck. She found nothing while patting him down. Pulling herself up and pulled off his shirt, wiping her face and hands and tossing it on top his mangled face. Coming to realize how fast her heart was pumping letting her adrenaline was wane, as she took a minute and a half to catch her breathe.

“Hm - I was right about the vest too.” Scarlett thoughtlessly picked up the broken collar from between his limp fingers, but tossed it away. Putting her helmet back on, then retrieving both her Beretta’s which she inspected before returning them to her holsters and shrugged. “Least my equipment wasn’t damaged.”

This final mission wasn’t off to the best start; one body dropped, just to head out into more danger and being nowhere closer to discovering anything worthwhile to locating the lieutenant. Plus, she could really use some booze to wash the bad taste from her mouth...
I never said negative, I said I wanted to discuss it. So this whole post doesn't apply to me.


Then please, clarify your stance. Discussion can't actually take place, if both sides don't understand their position after all.
@Dynamo Frokane

If a site has correct information, and it cannot even be refuted by the opposition in anyway, how negative is left leaning or right leaning, or whatever leaning content? Didn't quite get that explained to me...

And let me be clear, it needs to be refuted, or it's not a legitimate argument.

I absolutely love how you unironically linked to conservapedia and newcriterion. Then you complain when people call out your sources as being extremely biased and/or opinion pieces by conservative writers. I mean, really dude, you're setting yourself up and destroying your own credibility when you do this shit, it's funny. It's also very telling that the conservapedia page is like 70% devoted to controversies, lmao. Totes a legit source. And didn't you criticize me when I linked to a wikipedia article defining social democracy? H I L A R I O U S. Wikipedia = bad and easily manipulated, conservapedia = totes legit and trustworthy. Get real.


That was a very civil way to counter a single point I made...

Oh wait.

Maybe, you should check that before you fling accusations, like a monkey flings their shit. The answer is no. I didn't attack you for simply using a source that I disagreed with. I asked you a personal question on what you believed something was, and you gave me a wikipedia article. Which didn't actually fully answer my question. So I commented on that fact, and made a sarcastic remark about wiki-pages being wrong sometimes.

Maybe if you could actually use those cogs, supposed to be in your brain and not squarely in your ass. You'd notice I replied to a wikipage which I -didn't- make a negative note of, because it was actually relevant to the conversation.

But sure, if I thought for a second any one who thought that was witty, was remotely intelligent enough to debate my sources points. I'd care more about using different articles. You make it incredibly difficult to speak this cordially and not directly insult you, but you do a well enough job embarrassing yourself. ^_^
@Terminal I'll just make it easier on y'all, and be nearby but my character will find themselves fighting off a separate party that happened to be in the area. So if we decide to connect after the firefight somehow, it won't be challenging. But Harb's and your scenario doesn't have to worry about its connection with mine. Aside from the fact, that they're approximate distances.




Edit: Bout 500 words in, distractions upon distractions. But will get a post in by tomorrow at the latest.
@tex

"Noam Chomsky is one of the most well-known contemporary libertarian socialist thinkers."

newcriterion.com/issues/2003/5/the-hy…

conservapedia.com/Noam_Chomsky

"Chomsky denied the Cambodian Genocide, claiming that the killing had been inflated "by a factor of 100."[2][25] He further asserted that the (in reality) 2 to 3 million Cambodians slaughtered by the Khmer Rouge from 1975 to 1978 were morally comparable to Nazi collaborators during WW2, and that Pol Pot's Cambodia was "comparable to France after liberation [from the Nazis]."[26]"

The association of socialism with libertarianism predates that of capitalism and many anti-authoritarians still decry what they see as a mistaken association of capitalism with libertarianism in the United States.[44] As Noam Chomsky put it, a consistent libertarian "must oppose private ownership of the means of production and wage slavery, which is a component of this system, as incompatible with the principle that labor must be freely undertaken and under the control of the producer".[45]

Yeah, this seems like a, 'a rose by any other name...' situation.

The idea of these two mixing, is a general sense is absurd and impossible. If anyone attacks Libertarian because of it's too optimistic outlook on human behavior. The idea this can happen in any extent, while still somehow completely foregoing all privatization is a crackpot theory at best.
Well I'll certainly try getting another post up soon. Been pretty busy as of late.
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