Begins to list everyone just to be snarky.
X-COM RP THINK TANK (part2)
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Adrammalech
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That and the age too, Nika is the only one that 'recently' graduated.
I got all of them. I just wish you hadn't put the answers up already so I could prove I did myself.
Still, good post. Reminds me of one I did forever ago.
Still, good post. Reminds me of one I did forever ago.
Adrammalech
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Desmond: Damn it, I killed you already...I believe you, so you can have the pride
*This is a short story I wrote during my lunch period in school. Let me know your thoughts on it and tell me how I can improve it.*
On a brisk, stormy night, rain pattered against the grimy window of the old bar. A light rumble rolled across the sky, accented only by the faint sound of a train in the distance. The bartender was a young man by all accounts but a touch of gray in his dark brown, short hair and goatee.
He was wiping down a table top when he walked in. A lone stranger, his clothes dirty and worn from travel, white hair soggy and unkempt. The man took a seat at a table in the corner by a small fireplace that gave the room a soft, homey glow. Looking at the man with curiosity, the bartender happened a glance at the clock. Five minutes after closing. Looking back at the man, he rose an eyebrow as he saw the stranger take out a small box and placed it on the center of the table.
Walking over, the bartender stated, "Bar's closed. Come back in the morning." There was no response. "Will you at least order something?"
A few moments passed of silence until the man nodded and licked his lips. "Water."
Walking over to the bar, the bartender bent over the top and grabbed a glass he had recently washed by hand, taking it over to the faucet, filling up the glass almost to the brim and placed it down on the table where the stranger sat. "It's free I guess. No sense in charging a man for simple tap water." The bartender took a seat at the table and let out a sigh, really taking in the look of the man. His face was weary, the skin sagged and blemished with dark spots. The stranger's eyes-which were the most catching feature of the mysterious man-were a cloudy white. Although the eyes looked old and tired, they had the look of eyes that had seen a lot.
"Who are you?"
The stranger's eyes shifted, instead of looking at the ground, looking straight at the bartender. Despite the warmth in the room, a sharp chill ran down the bartender's spine. "I don't know."
Not the answer I was expecting. "Do you know where you are from?"
There was a loud clap of thunder. "I don't know."
The bartender quickly grew annoyed. "Well what do you know?"
"I don't know."
"You DON'T know?" The bartender asked with emphasis.
"No, I don't KNOW."
Silence took the two men, only the crackling sound of the fire being heard over the hard patter of the downpour. "How long will you be here?"
The stranger glanced out the window that blocked out the storm. "Until I may go."
The bartender sat back in his chair. "Can you go?"
"I don't know." The old man got up from his seat and walked to the door of the bar.
The bartender looked to the box he left on the table. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The old man turned. "No."
The bartender stood up. "I thought you didn't know anything."
"I do not."
The bartender looked at the box. "What is in it?"
The man sniffed and rubbed his nose. "I don't know." The old man stepped out of the door of the bar.
The bartender ran to the door and called out. "Where are you going?"
The old man did not slow nor stop. "I don't know."
"Will you be back?"
The old man stopped in his tracks, turning around and his cloudy eyes seeming to pierce the night. "Maybe. That decision is yours alone." The old stranger turned and continued walking.
The bartender ran back inside the building, stopping at the table where he and the stranger sat. The glass of water was gone, the box no longer there. "What is going on?" The bartender thought out loud. "Did that really happen?" Looking around, the bartender gripped his head, glancing at the clock. Five minutes after closing.
On a brisk, stormy night, rain pattered against the grimy window of the old bar. A light rumble rolled across the sky, accented only by the faint sound of a train in the distance. The bartender was a young man by all accounts but a touch of gray in his dark brown, short hair and goatee.
He was wiping down a table top when he walked in. A lone stranger, his clothes dirty and worn from travel, white hair soggy and unkempt. The man took a seat at a table in the corner by a small fireplace that gave the room a soft, homey glow. Looking at the man with curiosity, the bartender happened a glance at the clock. Five minutes after closing. Looking back at the man, he rose an eyebrow as he saw the stranger take out a small box and placed it on the center of the table.
Walking over, the bartender stated, "Bar's closed. Come back in the morning." There was no response. "Will you at least order something?"
A few moments passed of silence until the man nodded and licked his lips. "Water."
Walking over to the bar, the bartender bent over the top and grabbed a glass he had recently washed by hand, taking it over to the faucet, filling up the glass almost to the brim and placed it down on the table where the stranger sat. "It's free I guess. No sense in charging a man for simple tap water." The bartender took a seat at the table and let out a sigh, really taking in the look of the man. His face was weary, the skin sagged and blemished with dark spots. The stranger's eyes-which were the most catching feature of the mysterious man-were a cloudy white. Although the eyes looked old and tired, they had the look of eyes that had seen a lot.
"Who are you?"
The stranger's eyes shifted, instead of looking at the ground, looking straight at the bartender. Despite the warmth in the room, a sharp chill ran down the bartender's spine. "I don't know."
Not the answer I was expecting. "Do you know where you are from?"
There was a loud clap of thunder. "I don't know."
The bartender quickly grew annoyed. "Well what do you know?"
"I don't know."
"You DON'T know?" The bartender asked with emphasis.
"No, I don't KNOW."
Silence took the two men, only the crackling sound of the fire being heard over the hard patter of the downpour. "How long will you be here?"
The stranger glanced out the window that blocked out the storm. "Until I may go."
The bartender sat back in his chair. "Can you go?"
"I don't know." The old man got up from his seat and walked to the door of the bar.
The bartender looked to the box he left on the table. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
The old man turned. "No."
The bartender stood up. "I thought you didn't know anything."
"I do not."
The bartender looked at the box. "What is in it?"
The man sniffed and rubbed his nose. "I don't know." The old man stepped out of the door of the bar.
The bartender ran to the door and called out. "Where are you going?"
The old man did not slow nor stop. "I don't know."
"Will you be back?"
The old man stopped in his tracks, turning around and his cloudy eyes seeming to pierce the night. "Maybe. That decision is yours alone." The old stranger turned and continued walking.
The bartender ran back inside the building, stopping at the table where he and the stranger sat. The glass of water was gone, the box no longer there. "What is going on?" The bartender thought out loud. "Did that really happen?" Looking around, the bartender gripped his head, glancing at the clock. Five minutes after closing.
Alright everyone, the NPC mission is beng worked on, to be finished up once I am done with some stupid work meetng. Tomorrow, we will all work on a short approach fight, which will ideally be finished tomorrow.
If everyone wants, I get off at 8 tomorrow, and we can start the Phobos fight then. Otherwise, I get off at 4 instead of the usual 6 on Saturday, and we have aaaaall day Sunday (or at least I do). If all goes well, and everyone is pumped and ready, we'll be able to knock this out noce and smoothly.
If everyone wants, I get off at 8 tomorrow, and we can start the Phobos fight then. Otherwise, I get off at 4 instead of the usual 6 on Saturday, and we have aaaaall day Sunday (or at least I do). If all goes well, and everyone is pumped and ready, we'll be able to knock this out noce and smoothly.
DarkGemini24601
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Rigjt, thank you. Derp on my part.
Adrammalech
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Have fun.
The mission briefing is up, as a few of you saw. I'll be putting up the NPC fight momentarily. I'd like to thank DarkGemini for his assistance in writing it.
And before I forget again, I'd like to thank Gem and BMPixy for that awesome aerial fight.
As I said earlier, we're going to do the approach to Phobos tomorrow. I ask that as many of you be available for it tomorrow night as possible. Will only be a one or two fights (though tough ones, if you check out the enemies above Phobos on the enemy list), and it'll give us a good taste for the group fight against Phobos.
And before I forget again, I'd like to thank Gem and BMPixy for that awesome aerial fight.
As I said earlier, we're going to do the approach to Phobos tomorrow. I ask that as many of you be available for it tomorrow night as possible. Will only be a one or two fights (though tough ones, if you check out the enemies above Phobos on the enemy list), and it'll give us a good taste for the group fight against Phobos.
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Adrammalech
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Unrelated, my favorite names website has Emily as the name of the day, and it's quite relevant to my favorite Emily.
You learned something today.
www.behindthename.com said:
You learned something today.
I ever mention I pass an Amelia St. every day on the way to work?Unrelated, my favorite names website has Emily as the name of the day, and it's quite relevant to my favorite Emily.
You learned something today.
DarkGemini24601
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Changed the overview slightly. I drew diagrams of the two levels we'll be tackling as a group, so I'll do my best to put them into paint or at least take a basic picture for everyone's sake.
DarkGemini24601
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Might not be able to get the pictures up, so I'll just have to do my best to describe the rooms. We'll probably start at 4 or 5 Central today. (I realize Pixy might be an hour or two late, but we need to utilize all the time we have)
DarkGemini24601
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If for some reason (out of your control things I will accept. I have been saying when when we'll do this for days now) you can't make it, warn me in advance.
Dahlexpert
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Letting you know now that I can make it today, however. Tomorrow and through most of the weekend and Monday I have work,but I get off at 7.
We'll do what we can to compensate, as long as you are okay with Eva and Ashley hanging back a bit in the fight with Phobos.
Dahlexpert
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Sure, but like I said i'm free today.
Just thought I would post this. It is both true and hilarious. My thoughts on bullying.
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