by Cerillium » Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:05 am
by Cerillium » Fri Oct 06, 2017 7:49 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Chedastan » Fri Oct 06, 2017 12:26 pm
by Swith Witherward » Fri Oct 06, 2017 7:14 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Tiltjuice » Fri Oct 06, 2017 7:34 pm
by Giovenith » Fri Oct 06, 2017 8:43 pm
by Chedastan » Fri Oct 06, 2017 11:09 pm
It wasn't very convenient when you suddenly bought the farm as soon as I entered your office, I recommend you start showing me how you get those mission assignments so I can stand to finally make your life a little more easier, when you're alive again of course. If failing that I'll start seizing control and begin to refer to the Agency as a Wilhelm Junta every 12 or so hours at a time when you perish if only for everyone's connivence, I kid of course, but don't give me any actual reasons to want to do so.
I of course hope you are feeling well when you come back by the way.
-General Romulus Aphrodisiac.
by Reventus Koth » Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:18 am
Xanthal wrote:Only raiders can win in this war- a defender can keep them from winning one region, one update at a time, but there will always be the next region, the next update, and the next, forever.
by Holy Lykos » Sat Oct 07, 2017 9:21 am
by Giovenith » Sat Oct 07, 2017 8:41 pm
by Chedastan » Tue Oct 10, 2017 9:08 am
by Reventus Koth » Tue Oct 10, 2017 2:37 pm
Xanthal wrote:Only raiders can win in this war- a defender can keep them from winning one region, one update at a time, but there will always be the next region, the next update, and the next, forever.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Oct 10, 2017 3:22 pm
by Holy Lykos » Tue Oct 10, 2017 4:35 pm
by Mincaldenteans » Tue Oct 10, 2017 11:32 pm
by Reventus Koth » Wed Oct 11, 2017 12:24 am
Xanthal wrote:Only raiders can win in this war- a defender can keep them from winning one region, one update at a time, but there will always be the next region, the next update, and the next, forever.
by Economa Incorporated » Wed Oct 11, 2017 12:30 am
by Fvaarniimar » Thu Oct 12, 2017 2:02 pm
Giovenith wrote:They were at a table suddenly. Strange. Wasn't there something they were meant to do...?
Whatever questions and thoughts may have emerged from this restructuring of time and space were blown away as Marcus approached the residents of 2D. Giovenith sucked in her lips and adjusted her helmet nervously. She wasn't sure what to do in light of what had happened. She knew what she wanted to do — she wanted to keep working for the future she had dreamed of since the day in that tent. But would that be the right thing to do after the incident on the beach?
"Well," Giovenith twiddled her fingers, avoiding Marcus' eyes. "I guess..."
Willow slowly blinked up at her before reaching out a hoof and touching her arm, drawing her gaze. He tilted his head with a smile and flattened his ears. "Your story is too good to end over this."
Willow gave her another encouraging pat before scooching out of his chair and taking to the air, hovering for a moment to face Marcus. The pony and cyborg rarely spoke despite interacting so often with the same girl, but they could be described as on good terms.
"If I didn't think you were good enough for her, I would have struck you with lightning a long time ago," Willow said with a smile. "You're not the only one who can do it. It's not my style to play third wheel though, you cats go wail. Maybe we'll catch up later."
Giovenith blinked after the departing pegasus before turning back to the cyborg. She sighed but smiled, pushing herself up from the table.
"Marcus," she said. "I didn't choose to be with you not knowing of the different worlds we come from. I know that sometimes you must leave me, and that you're used to doing things in a harsher way. I already accepted that. What I want is for us to be able to figure out how to balance those things for the sake of us." She offered a hand. "Shall we do it over games and pumpkin?"
Willow, meanwhile, floated along listlessly until he spotted Sterling. The sight cheerful purple pony gave the painter a mix of frustration and guilt. It was a visceral reaction, his anger at him for leaving, but not a very fair one. Willow shouldn't have yelled at him. Too many dark things were stirring inside of him already to waste a perfectly good friendship.
"I've gotten my way around this place while you were gone," the pegasus said in greeting, landing beside the unicorn. "And I still barely understand more than you. Regardless though, these are our people now, we should stake our place among them." He let his eyes wander across the room. "I've got a few friends who have been feeling, out of place as of late. I'm sure they could use a nice little group to be with — a learning group I was thinking, for our duty." He flicked his eyes back at Sterling with a knowing smile. "You wouldn't happen to know anypony who's great at learning, would you?"
by Monfrox » Fri Oct 13, 2017 5:52 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Economa Incorporated » Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:19 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Taking into account Volker's words that the building's appearance met his expectations, he assumed that the field comms station randomly placed against a wall was the "phonebooth" referred to, and headed towards the left of it...
by Tiltjuice » Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:52 pm
Economa Incorporated wrote:Economa Incorporated wrote:Taking into account Volker's words that the building's appearance met his expectations, he assumed that the field comms station randomly placed against a wall was the "phonebooth" referred to, and headed towards the left of it...
...and knocked on the door he found there. Silence, interrupted only by the ambient sounds of the building and the distance sounds of the remainder of the resident's meeting, hovered in the air in reply.
"God Damnit," Desmond muttered to himself. He knocked again, harder, to no different of an effect.
"She said she'd be here just a few minutes ago. 'Where do you go when you just don't have what it takes to answer a prayer or solve a disaster?' More like 'where do you go when you can't find a place to take your fucking space suit off?' 'Who finds the missing person who shows me my fucking room?' There's no apparent excelling at just plain natural operations. Does the reputation for doing the impossible cover me finding someone to give me the basic tour?"
Mental monologue having sufficiently stirred his feelings into an organized train of irritation, Desmond grunted and poked in frustration at the control panel beside the door..and was moderately surprised to see it actually slide open. His surprise increased slightly on immediately seeing a rather Earth-normal-looking office behind the door. Apparently, some of the rooms are not Mars-y. Suppose it makes sense that personal spaces would match their primary user.
Neither of those reactions, however, held a candle to his surprise at seeing the room's occupant - and the person he sought -slumped in the chair behind the desk, tongue hanging out an open jaw, eyes lifeless and unblinking.
After an instinctive step back, the instincts of his training kicked in, and Desmond rushed forwards, frantically detaching his helmet as he moved and dropping it on the floor. She can't have been in here for more than a few minutes. She'll still have some brain activity, and a chance. With both urgency and care, he slid the woman whose name he'd yet to even learn out of her chair and onto the floor, where he could begin to work. He gently grabbed her hand, and touched two fingers lightly to her wrist. No puls- Uh, shit, uh, can't take a pulse, not with gloves on, and they don't come off unless the whole suit does. Fuck. No time for that. Next step. Moving on, Desmond hovered his cheek just above her mouth and nose and looked down towards her chest, allowing him to simultaneously listen, feel, and watch for any signs of movement or breathing. Nothing. Fuck. Fuck fuck. Uhm. Compressions. That's what I need to do. And start yelling. They have to have medical staff here, right?
Desmond took a deep breath, and then heard...footsteps. In the hallway outside. Wonderful timing.
"HEY! You! In the hallway! Hurry, I need help!"
by Giovenith » Sat Oct 14, 2017 12:07 am
by Economa Incorporated » Sat Oct 14, 2017 12:12 am
by Tiltjuice » Sat Oct 14, 2017 12:25 am
by Economa Incorporated » Sat Oct 14, 2017 1:16 am
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