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3 yrs ago
Current Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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7 yrs ago
Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.

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After mulling over it a bit I decided I'll have to pass on this, really sorry for any added trouble I might have caused. Good luck and good roleplaying.
I'd like to do this, if you guys have room..
@WilsonTurner Fixed my post, sorry it's not as good as the original.
@13sparx13 Thanks for the support on my FIC.
ignore!
@Voltus_Ventus
A) Why are you on a planet whenever no one has even been launched down yet?
B) Why are you on a different planet than the one that the fleet is orbiting above?
C) Where does the scavenger cross the vast interplanetary distance and land on a completely different planet? You're so far off the plot that you'll just be you for dozens of posts, at the least.


Sigh... Sorry, Gimme a sec...
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YOU can be out of your element and be uncomfortable or you can act like you own the place.


I'm on the rock.
The announcement went over the tannoy in his room, "Mr... Slipstream, you've been cleared. Please make your way to the hanger." Dex was in bed, sat up with one leg over the other and casually flicking through a dirty magazine he had found under his mattress. He looked up at the small speaker and smiled, "thanks for the notice." he said more to himself then to the genderless AI that gave him the message. He pulled himself out of the rock hard mattress and went to the corner of the room, to pick up his backpack and the shotgun he had leaned against his drawer. He pulled the lever a bit to see if there were any shells still in, there wasn’t. He filled the Mag tube and put one in the chamber before slipping it over his shoulder with his backpack. As he passed the desk, he holstered his .49 and went down the hall, to where he remembered the the hanger was.
Stepping into the cavernous space, he checked his equipment one more time, his guns were loaded, his bowie knife sharpened, there was only one thing he needed to attend to. He produced a little black device from his pocket that had a red button on it, he pushed it and a bleep echoed through the space as Ronica decloaked. He went straight to her, and ran his fingers over her matt, baby blue paint. He checked her fuel, her battery level and some of the doodads and compartments within and on her, when satisfied, he ordered some of the crew members to attach shoots on it and ready it for dropping into the atmosphere.
He went to the dropship he was selected to board and entered it’s cramped confines, he looked at the people inside, an armored lump and civilian. Dec went straight to the cockpit and took a seat by the pilot.

“Nice bird.” he said, looking at the controls with interest. he felt comfortable here, it felt like looking at Ronica’s dashboard. “What model?"
Any suggestions on how I should make my enterance as a scavenger rogue type?
@WilsonTurner Fixed his education, he is a C grade student now!
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