Atticus followed along after looking back at Soph once more. "Hey, I uh...don't wanna ruin your zen, or what'zit called, but there's some kinda after meeting after the testing." he said, quickly catching up to Megan. Crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned against a wall, Atticus started to let his mind wander to things like: "When am I going to get a chance to wash this bird crap off?" and, "I wonder if I can get a job here..." while he waited for Loki to be called. Figuring it'd be a good time to kill some time, he turned to Megan and asked: "So, what'd your crystal-ball thing show you? Mine was pretty boring.", only mildly having had his dreams crushed to tiny bite-sized pieces by that shiny little paperweight.
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STATUS: @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins. 3 yrs ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
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Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
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Ninjas vs Pirates vs Samurais vs Robots vs Monkeys vs Zombies vs Cowboys vs Wizards.
The ultimate showdown.
So...
We need a Scrap deck, a Beast deck involving apes, Zambonies, a deck full of Gagaga Cowboy spam, and Spellbooks.
Old meme time...
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Unfortunately, I can't really help you build a structure deck this time around since I'm supposed to be the one who does the final control if you do decide to go with a custom one. Still, I'm actually really glad to see you man! I feel like you've got good ideas, and was kinda sad when you lost interest last time.
I think I mostly got bored because I made Haas a little boring, and I got a little caught up with school shit. And, I'm fine with making my own. I mainly wanna do mermails since they look pretty fun, and just objectively work better by themselves than atlanteans.
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Whoa, really? Haha, glad to hear it. If you decide to give it a shot again, you're always welcome!
Possibly going to go with a mermail structure, or just Roar of the Sea Emperor.
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Re-expressing tentative interest. As not-Haas.
Boop.
"...I guess...I got everything I wanted out of life for now." were the last thoughts of a man of unlikely circumstances within the Mech Ops, a man who's life could have been better at so many points. Not that it was worth thinking about now. Drifting, drifting...softly he felt his body numb with the cold and let the half-century sleep overtake him, more than ready to wake up to a new world.
One where hopefully the music wasn't shit, and they discovered a non-shitty tasting brand of cheap beer.
A loud, annoying beeping resounded throughout Lieutenant Oberfield's hotel room, the groggy and disgruntled Human-Popsicle slamming the palm of his hand atop the snooze button, sighing as he rose up, smacking his right hand into his right cheek, dragging it down slowly. "...I need a shave..." he mumbles to himself, stepping shakily from his bed. Sleep had become a rather worrisome process after having done it for 50 years straight. Sometimes he'd sleep so well he'd get scared he'd be out for another 50 years, be a regular Rip Van Winkle. Or dead. Probably dead if he did that outside of a cryopod.
Going about his morning routine of brush, gargle, spit, rinse, gargle, spit, rinse, adding in a decent shave, Oberfield sighed, bored out of his mind in this new time, and already getting sick of whatever crap this vegan not-meat-meat was. Getting dressed in his standard BDU, he buttoned it up until the second top-most, his grey tank-top slightly visible underneath. Not really knowing when anything official would happen, his brown rat's nest of hair simply remained intact, not caring enough to comb it down. Not like it'd matter how good he looked if he ever got deployed anyways.
Unfortunately for him, today it seemed would be that very same day. Much like the past two days, he'd gone to a local "5-Star" eat-in, and as usual was contemplating starting a pig farm just to murder them for bacon when he'd received the memo. Something called a data-pad beeped in his pocket, and, after fumbling with it for a few minutes, he read the memo and promptly left after paying, fake-meat-and-eggs left half-finished on his plate as he made a beeline for the shuttles to head for the ship. Remembering the words of his drunk, lazy, slob of a father, Rodrick couldn't help but dread meeting his new "Stuck-up, pompous, never-had-to-work-a-day-in-his-life-boss". But then again, Dad always was getting fired for being too drunk to work properly. Sighing, Rodrick wondered just how the hell he'd even got here with his track record. He supposed he should thank the UHA Captain...but he was probably an old or dead fart by now. Maybe he'd meet his grandson sometime for coffee.
Regardless, Oberfield entered briefing room 2, somewhat worried since he figured he was the latest arrival. Giving a small salute, he gave a greeting of: "Lieutenant Oberfield present." before taking his seat amongst the others. Smiling a little bit as he saw the mech-specs, he recognized his old-metal-coffin. Good old Daytona. The rest of it looked like technical egg-head jargon, and a couple things just went WAY over his head.
One where hopefully the music wasn't shit, and they discovered a non-shitty tasting brand of cheap beer.
3 Days After De-Frost
A loud, annoying beeping resounded throughout Lieutenant Oberfield's hotel room, the groggy and disgruntled Human-Popsicle slamming the palm of his hand atop the snooze button, sighing as he rose up, smacking his right hand into his right cheek, dragging it down slowly. "...I need a shave..." he mumbles to himself, stepping shakily from his bed. Sleep had become a rather worrisome process after having done it for 50 years straight. Sometimes he'd sleep so well he'd get scared he'd be out for another 50 years, be a regular Rip Van Winkle. Or dead. Probably dead if he did that outside of a cryopod.
Going about his morning routine of brush, gargle, spit, rinse, gargle, spit, rinse, adding in a decent shave, Oberfield sighed, bored out of his mind in this new time, and already getting sick of whatever crap this vegan not-meat-meat was. Getting dressed in his standard BDU, he buttoned it up until the second top-most, his grey tank-top slightly visible underneath. Not really knowing when anything official would happen, his brown rat's nest of hair simply remained intact, not caring enough to comb it down. Not like it'd matter how good he looked if he ever got deployed anyways.
Unfortunately for him, today it seemed would be that very same day. Much like the past two days, he'd gone to a local "5-Star" eat-in, and as usual was contemplating starting a pig farm just to murder them for bacon when he'd received the memo. Something called a data-pad beeped in his pocket, and, after fumbling with it for a few minutes, he read the memo and promptly left after paying, fake-meat-and-eggs left half-finished on his plate as he made a beeline for the shuttles to head for the ship. Remembering the words of his drunk, lazy, slob of a father, Rodrick couldn't help but dread meeting his new "Stuck-up, pompous, never-had-to-work-a-day-in-his-life-boss". But then again, Dad always was getting fired for being too drunk to work properly. Sighing, Rodrick wondered just how the hell he'd even got here with his track record. He supposed he should thank the UHA Captain...but he was probably an old or dead fart by now. Maybe he'd meet his grandson sometime for coffee.
Regardless, Oberfield entered briefing room 2, somewhat worried since he figured he was the latest arrival. Giving a small salute, he gave a greeting of: "Lieutenant Oberfield present." before taking his seat amongst the others. Smiling a little bit as he saw the mech-specs, he recognized his old-metal-coffin. Good old Daytona. The rest of it looked like technical egg-head jargon, and a couple things just went WAY over his head.
Atticus barely even noticed Loki's teeth to be honest. And even then, it wasn't like it was anything extraordinary. He'd seen WAY worse teeth on that homeless guy down the street from his shack, and shrugged it off. "...What's the big deal? Teeth are teeth. Heck, I'm missing one." he says, pulling on the left side of his mouth to show that he was missing his back left-back premolar was missing. Letting go and wiping his finger on his school-jacket, he moves to get up. "'Sides, I think I saw some guy with horns a while back in the hall." he says, patting the back of his pants to get the dirt off them.
Finally noticing that the one-armed chick was meditating under a tree, he lifted an eyebrow curiously. What was her name again...Soap? No, that's dumb. Soph, that was it! Placing his right hand in his pants' pocket, he scratched the back of his head with his left index finger. "Well, anyways, we should get back inside...I think we're supposed to do something after the exams." he says before looking back to Megan and Loki. "We can probably find someplace where there aren't TOO many people. I think. If you guys want."
Finally noticing that the one-armed chick was meditating under a tree, he lifted an eyebrow curiously. What was her name again...Soap? No, that's dumb. Soph, that was it! Placing his right hand in his pants' pocket, he scratched the back of his head with his left index finger. "Well, anyways, we should get back inside...I think we're supposed to do something after the exams." he says before looking back to Megan and Loki. "We can probably find someplace where there aren't TOO many people. I think. If you guys want."
Atticus just smiled slightly, just glad that Megan was alright. Sighing, he looked over at Loki, asking: "You alright there man? Your hand looks bruised...sunglasses still in one piece?" with the same amount of concern he'd had for Megan. Loki was a good enough guy to try and come out and see if Megan was alright all on his own too, so there was just something about him that Atticus approved. Probably how cool the sunglasses were helped, but hey, the more friends the better. Suddenly realizing that Loki hadn't taken his test yet as well, he says: "Shouldn't your exam be coming up soon!?"
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