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6 yrs ago
Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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8 yrs ago
Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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ANSWERS... I'm gonna get shit wroooong xD

a. In the posts, a guy carrying a stick of data with unknown contents was shot dead in front of the Nexus club. Then, a high up in the New Order military launched an eradication on the club, with the orders to leave no one alive (except Nick). Other than that, a character was captured by Eartons Flock, some people are aroun the city, and the attack is in full swing.

b. Read the first OOC post thoroughly and you should get it. Last time I tried to explain I got some stuff wrong, so either ask out GM or have another read of the first post.

c. All the resistance cells/factions have one common enemy (more or less), and that is the New Order. You may want to read through all of the faction posts in the IC tab for the details. For relations, just ask the person who made the faction to work something out between you.

That answer your questions then, @Cohors?
I exist. Wait, do I exist? That's something...
Sierra will just bore them to death by reciting pi to a couple million places xD
Unless his commanding officer gives him the instruction to capture the guy, I doubt Nick cares. That, or unless Juno gives him the order. He might just go and do it; just because.
AWWW... That's too bad. If she was working for Librarian, however, the shipping might have worked out xD
So basically,@Lucius Cypher, you are saying that the gold Knights have the ability to create their own misaka network? That's pretty cool.
How does this look? It's got some tweaking to do, but it's the best I can manage on my iPad as of current ^_^

@Vocab Most of those tabs are empty right now, so it's actually the shortest it'll ever be.


Yeah, I know. I'm reading through everything as best I can now, then tomorrow I'll likely attempt to interpret it all when I don't feel like I'm going to faint... I should get more sleep...
So, I'm interested in the concept and would like to join. Only problem is, I cant be arsed to read everything on the first post. Give me a bit to get my shit together and I will likely have a cs up. No promises, though - I need my shit in order fist ^_^
Nick continued on towards the staircase that undoubtedly led to the basement. Then, he saw 2 girls making there way inside; one firing into the crowd at New Order soldiers with a rifle. They were obviously no strangers to combat, but then that could be said to pretty much every person within the Nexus club. He pulled out his pistol and dropped the magazine, before sliding a new one in from the line of his jacket. The thing was definitely a work of great craftsmanship; filled with so many pockets small enough not to be noticed to large enough to fit a grenade or a couple of mags. If the two people who had just entered the basement didn't believe that he was a civilian (or that they had seen him killing a lot of Nexus members) things could get messy - and not for Nick.

He approached the basement, still pushing past the crowd that was the club, when he realised something. Juno, a New Order Captain he had "worked" with for a while, would probably be here. According to his commanding officer, she had been doing pretty well; and with that absurd yet oddly effective training regime to boot. Oh well, it could wait until either he was away from earshot or the 2 girls in the basement were dead. So as Nick walked towards the door, occasionally firing a shot or slicing someone, he began to wonder. What would his life had been like if he hadn't killed him... Or better yet, he learned to control his emotions sooner. Sure, they would've placed him under medical care eventually; but maybe if he hadn't done everything he had... Things could have been a lot different. He wouldn't be a designated Processor - or at least designated ID 0477 - and he wouldn't have been placed under the conditions he had been for so long. Then Nick shook his head to clear it, only to realise that he had stopped in front of the door to the basement which was now closed. It was time to put on a show.

Outside the door, a couple of gunshots rang out, followed by the calls and cries of a young man.
"Shit... Please... Open the door... Please... I-I need help... damnit!" another set of shots went out, "Get the fuck away from me! Please, open the damn door... I-" he very clearing sounded distressed. Any person in their right mind would have opened the door, no matter the situation. Nick pleaded from the other side, a smile across his face as he shot down Nexus members on stairs; all unarmed. Throughout it all, he pounded on the door with his free hand. He kept thinking as he continued the act; the innocent, naive and rather distressed boy was one of his favourite acts. It especially helped when the soldiers he dealt with didn't recognise him in casual wear.
"God damnit, I need help! Why cant you open the goddy door... Please..." when shots went out, and then the sound of the inevitable; the dead mans trigger. The click of an empty chamber resounded countless times before he decided to bring it out. Waterworks normally did the trick if nothing else worked. He began to cry crocodile tears as best he could without laughing or even snickering.
"P-Please... I-I beg of you... They're gonna kill me... Please..." he broke down against the door, hitting his head lightly against it a couple of time; and a smile of pride across his face.
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