The Harbinger of Ferocity

My final goodbye

@Sewer Rat

I strongly, strongly urge you to follow this link to speak with someone who can and will actively help you. It is free and they are experts about finding people other, better, safer solutions to their trouble. As @Heat said, things will get better and an ultimate solution is not the answer; suicide does not resolve anything. People do care about you, even those of us here who you do not know and have likely never spoken with at large.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have spent a portion of my life memorizing all the extant felids, in lineage no less, as well as their taxonomic classifications. This treasure trove of information has the side effect of creating oddities in reading them or viewing them as consequence, however. For example, I can no longer simply attend a sanctuary or reserve and not see a marbled cat and think to myself "Ah, Pardofelis marmorata, of course."

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Your wish has been granted, @Zaxter996, however your ability to process information into memory and categorize it becomes increasingly fragmented due to no longer being capable of sleep until you can no longer retain or tap explicit memory at all. This renders you with the horrific curse of only having a working memory, which lasts only for time measured in seconds.

I wish for the balance of natural order to return.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I do not appreciate being stared at and it inherently makes me hostile to the offending party. This oddly carries over to even smaller sorts, where children dare to, even younger ones. There is something about being seen and watched that is deeply unsettling, no matter the kind of visual fixation employed. So I make it a point to not generally be seen and move with a practiced, calculated sense of purpose, as well as not linger anywhere unneeded.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@Terminal, you should see a reply to come from myself within the next two or so days. That is unlikely to vary, so it should be soon enough.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

If need be I will add something to bridge the gap, but given Brannor knows absolutely nothing about dragons and just what to do about him, there seems to be little in his character repertoire to do with it. Other than pose questions that seem strongly biased toward the party's company not knowing and or not having an answer.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am as audibly distinct as I am visually distinct. What one most likely imagines this ancient felid to sound like is probably accurate, although I lack any form of accent whatsoever. I suspect that my living across varied places over so long is the core of that, in that I never once was anywhere long enough to adopt a specific alteration to my speech or its delivery. Fortunately that makes it remarkably clear, but largely undefined in novelty, obvious aside, at the same time.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Hearing the other coming wasn't the issue the hunter faced, rather the fact someone else wanted a go at him. The formerly formidable Golemeth was essentially a bag of meat and protruding metal skeleton and sockets. Just how many wanted to tango with him, especially after he was slammed just short of the pearly gates? As far as anyone would be regularly concerned, for all intents and purposes now, Golemeth was dead. Unless someone got him back to remotely function, he was a giant cyborg paperweight, which was part of his issue in this very moment. It wasn't that Theron couldn't shoulder him and keep the plasteel shelled hand cannon hefted, no, that was the easy part. Maneuvering was the hard part and he felt it, now more than ever when the barrel casually panned across Tracy. The finger beside the trigger minded its business, because Theron wasn't the type of solo to blast some sketchy scrounger off the cuff. He had standards, standards enough to humor whatever was about to happen next.

"Oh really?" His voice piqued with interest as he stood a bit more upright in posture, balancing a foot back and keeping the gas operated, semi-automatic, long ranged hole puncher at about gut level and pointed out, "Well, unless you happen to work for a big name corp, that isn't likely."

There wasn't any effort to hide the weapon or even try and it was all a display that Theron wasn't likely to let another vulture peck at the kill and risk ruining his odds at a better reward. However, with the air still tinged by the lingering gun smoke and faintness of burnt flesh, not to mention the iron richness of drying blood, he cringed a bit in reaction, swallowing after. The subtle dryness of mouth faded and he continued on, slowly walking backward with another step.

"Start off with being chatty, maybe convince me." The chimeric amalgam looked down each alley as he kept slow walking, "Anything odd, we cut the conversation short."

It was only then his digit slunk from the polymer frame on down to the finger guard, the telltale "don't move" gesture. The weapon still had plenty in its magazine, one of the benefits of caseless shells, but Theron would be damned if he was not about to make it clear this was his quarry. Whoever this guy was, bag especially included, was far from chromed out, and that made Theron more nervous. Scavs didn't bother all too much any fight it looked like they couldn't handle, so either this guy was supremely confident that the other fairly human looking figure, betrayed only by subtle qualities or the more obvious external baggage, or he wasn't surface level. All that meant in the end was being careful, a lot more careful.

The positive was that they were both effectively alone now and the closer the march got to the access hub at a terminal, the less time he needed to spend in the Combat Zone. Nothing came free or easy before, this certainly was not about to be either. In fact, the last it had gone so well was before everything fell apart and the offers of it being "worth the while" contrasted fairly harshly with the fresh memories of being offered biotech that wasn't cheap. Not to mention that bit about how rare it was for solos to get contracts tailored to them, but Theron knew one thing; this was all wrong from the start. So another interruption, another offer? This might almost become a recurring trend.

@Terminal

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

For @Terminal, I should have something come this Sunday or Monday, whichever depending upon the availability of the internet exceeding more than a few minutes. Either way, now you should be aware and the wait should be none much longer.