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I like these new dildos. Current stuff is (no offense) kind of hard on the eyes.

Find a fish. That you keep you occupied until you can find a way to die.

Name: Evelyn Abel Age: 23. Physical Description: Fair skin. Blue eyes. Bleach-blonde hair. Skinny and slightly muscular frame. Stands relatively tall at 5'7''. Skilled in horseback combat and exploration, very uneasy and untrained when fighting and operating on foot. Wears steel Valkyrie themed armor when riding her white steed, a common decoration within her regiment, complete with a set of wings made from thin iron sheets adorned as feathers that is welded to the back of her chest plate, and smaller wings atop her helmet. Her weapons include a diamond shaped shield with the symbol of the Fiefdom of Germany painted on it, along with a long spear that she eviscerates her opponents with from atop her horse. Home Fiefdom: Germany. Profession: (hunter, soldier, petty lordling, etc) Cavalry Soldier + Horseback Mapper/Explorer. Backstory: One of the first thing's Evelyn was taught to do was how to ride a horse. Living in the low plains, she was given quite the opportunity to train on her small farm with her family, before growing up and leaving her family's land to join the Germanic military in Neu Berlin. She received extensive military training there for operations on horseback, and learned the art of warfare slowly as she grew older. In her spare time, she took part in numerous expeditions around the borders of the Germanic Fiefdom by horse, and learned mapping relatively well as she watched over the small exploration teams. By her 23rd birthday, she began training for enlistment into the Wolf Cavalry, and to complete her goal of becoming one of the most feared warriors imaginable with her stallion and spear. She also really wants to kill those dumb Russians, and so departed on a quick exploration mission into the fiefom of Russia's territory, disguised without her armor and spear, armed with only a dagger in her boot and a small shortsword at her waist, as an ordinary horseback explorer, when she had briefly decided to make a stop at what appeared to be an unpopular, run down Russian salloon.

*steps in* I'm sorry... Which way is goonstation? I think I made a wrong turn.

I read it all. Sure, there have been dark times on this server. We have dark times individually in the real world, too. I left this community without notice back in October, and it took a lot of tolerance to forget the kinds of things I remember and see the community in a new way, which I was finally able to. Not a single one of those problems was with you. I have yet to have a single issue with you, Delta. I've always really liked you. I'm up for a presentation now so whoops gotta go, but I hope you realize soon how much a lot of people actually look up to you

O'Connor slowly lifted to his feet with a grunt, patting his legs clean. He turned to Cain slowly, shrugging, before he quickly began marching down the gravel path towards the middle of the town. "Sure. Keep up."

Siiiiigh. Okay - I'm not staff and if I don't have the right to do this, feel free to delete my post. But I would like to, well... Make a point here. To Seven Ghost. I do in fact view this behavior as self-antagging, and if not that, then chucklefucking. From what I hear from both parties - Skull and Seven Ghost mainly - there was very little reason for Seven Ghost or Lucy Sparks to send a robot with an electric baton that can realistically kill someone if not handled carefully after a guy because he got in a simple workplace argument with someone. Before: You have been called out for this sort of behavior - taking something that doesn't warrant violence and then throwing grenades at it - and banned for it before. When you were first complained about, you begged for a chance to fix your ways and change things for the good. Take it easy. That sort of stuff. You then joined the same day and bombed security and robotics with knockout gas. You were then banned for a later incident, I believe, and made a similar pledge to change this behavior ONCE AGAIN. Your ban was lifted. And now we're here, ONCE AGAIN, too. I shouldn't include this, but I will, because I feel passionate about it. I am disappointed with you on an actually personal level at this point. I felt respected by you on your appeal, you considered my point of view, promised to finally change it. And now this. Trying to steal a Captain's lethal firearm to avoid a situation as minor as going to the brig for ten minutes. You can most certainly behave better than that. While it's still not that bad of behavior once, on your last accepted appeal from when you were banned from Research for self-antagging, you pledged to fix your self-antagonistic habits by, and I quote, I'd like to simply ask if, once again, you have even considered the things you've written in your appeals, since you didn't the last time you were complained about, which led to your job ban when you joined the same day and did the same things you were complained about for. You were brought back when admitting to follow a new policy to avoid certain behavior, and you showed zero signs of following those even now. I am actually going to ask that your newest reflections be disregarded at this point. I don't know how many times it would have had to take for you to learn your lesson, but you clearly aren't considering what any of us, or what you even are saying or pretending to want to change. I'm sorry to sound so cruel. But you have shown zero consideration on your last two threads of the consequences ahead, and have completely disregarded what you've promised to change. Whatever you're trying to do isn't working, and I personally think you need to take some time off from research. Forcefully, that is, since the last time you said you would you blatantly lied and came back and (of course) self-antagged. I've said what I want to say. And I can't assure you that I'll believe what you respond to me with, as you've shown very little honesty with me and the playerbase at this point. Once Again. Sorry. I don't know how this post will be reacted to, and it could end very poorly for my reputation for saying something as, well, fiery as this, but it's what I believe in and I'm not going to refrain from saying it at this point in time.

O'Connor would be sitting outside in a patch of gravel, his shotgun slung over his back. He picks up a sizeable rock from the ground with two fingers, before quickly tossing it at one of the houses.

O'Connor visibly began to shrug off Gideon's hand from his shoulder, before huffing through his nostrils and nodding. He squeezed the trigger of the shotgun, producing a dull buzz as it rang empty, never having contained a magazine in the first place. O'Connor smirked slightly, shrugging. "There wasn't a laspack in it yet. I couldn't've shot you if I wanted to, Inis." He snorted, before slapping a cartridge into the magazine slot and charging the weapon up as he walked back outside, leaving the others to discuss.

O'Connor glanced at Cain, squinting. He lowered his gun slowly, keeping half of his vision locked on Inis. "I ain't teamin' up with a fuckin' sorcerer. Bottom line."

*flicks on welding tool*

O'Connor had found his weapon of choice the moment he glanced at the piles of firearms. Walking to a small shelf, he placed both of his hands firmly on a old, plasteel and wooden las shotgun. He ran his hand down the cold, shiny barrel. Having heard the wood elf ask for a weapon with magic, he emitted a low growl, before snatching it firmly, slowly turning around and pointing the barrel loosely at Inis. "Did you say... Magic, lady?"

When I'm an operative, I ignore the nuke disk. I tend to just go for the vault cash and EVA without losing a single man because security and the rest of the crew all crowd to the armory and Captain's office the instant they know we're there. I suggest removing the nuclear disk itself, since the nuclear bomb is worthless without it, and no one huddles around the Cap's office also.

O'Connor finally realized that he would have to take what he could, gripping a small barbed knife from the floor and twirling the blade in his hands. He then quickly tugged the knife through a belt loop in his combat jeans, stowing it, before turning his attention to Cain. Grabbing a hammer, he approached Cain, heavy at work with demolishing the door. He quickly muttered "Dibs on first pick," as he placed a hand on Cain's shoulder and lightly tugged him back, nodding once. "Let me try'n help." O'Connor swung the hammer directly into the padlock, smashing the chain links to broken shards, which then trickled to the floor. He then kicked the door open swiftly, shrugging confidently, and holding a hand through the doorway to keep it open. "Ladies first, gentlemen." He gestured to Inis, and then comically to Cain.

O'Connor slowed momentarily as he noticed Inis following him, before spinning around and firmly placing his hand effectively right in front of her chest to stop her. He stared at her fiercely, the hand trembling with anger. "I don't know who you are. And I don't know who you think you are. But. I'm pretty sure we -all- want to get the fuck out of here a-sap, lady, and if you think we're too dumb to find a way out, don't waste your God-damned time with us. Get lost - or suck it the fuck up and work with us as a -team-. 'Kay? 'Kay." He quickly marched back towards the blacksmiths, not giving her a chance to reply, and entered the blacksmith. "Well, that tall girl will be here in a few moments. Most likely not happy. Brace for it." He chuckled out, slapping Gideon on the shoulder. "What'd we find?"

You guys realize I'm gonna try my best to fulfill all of these. Pump, you uh... ..No.

Corporal O'Connor turned directly away from Inis as she spoke, feeling as though he had some sort of right to not listen to a single word from one of those... What were they called where he was from? The word escaped his mind as he swatted the thought, as well as Inis' monologue off, stomping past her and out the doorway, and digging his feet into the gravel of the ground outside and kicking a rock aside swiftly. He trailed off after Gideon and Cain, his hands lodged in his pockets, whistling to himself in contentment as he thought to himself about how well that went. He remembered by mere instinct that those... Zenoids? Could be quite dangerous, and he sarcastically whispered to himself how spooked he was by that stick wielding thin faced snotnose. Chuckling to himself, he contemplated for a moment how easy it just might be to take on that wretched... Xeno, and what he might be able to find in the blacksmith's to help him accomplish that, before shooing the thought away when he heard Inis walking behind him.

Apophis is an excellent example of a good greaser. Plus, he's much more serious than most of Kingmatt's characters, showing that he, by playing this character so well, us is actually pretty good at doing. I also think a cool leather jacket for a swaggin' Unathi greaser bouncer is cool. Nice idea, twerklord. +1 From me.

The Corporal jogged up to the rest of the group, kneeling over and gasping for air, and used the side of the first building to support himself. He glanced at the three others as they entered the doorway. With a curse from under his breath, he stumbled in ater them, grumbling, "Thanks... For fuggin' waiting for us..."

But then we'd need to make a whole new room on the side of the ship just for a pool. Why don't they just make it a holodeck choice, complete with swimsuits and stuff?

O'Connor sprinted up beside Cain, trying to keep up the pace, and cursing under his breath as he raced onward. "Wait the fuck up, you lousy bastards!" He screamed, grunting as tripped over a rock and hit the ground, quickly bolting to his feet and sprinting for the others.

The Corporal stared at the beast, slowly backing away. Seeing Inis run, he realized he wasn't going to make it out alive on his own for now, and without another word, he turned around and gripped Cain by his shirt collar, yanking him along with as they sprinted after the others. "We're falling back!" He finally shouted to the other human as they shot through the grass and leapt over creeks, trying to keep up with the others.

O'Connor simply stared and watched as the others panicked around him, his fists maintained in front of his face. He knew these elves and shadowy sorcerers weren't to be trusted - a strange, blurry memory reminded him of this, and this only, and he decided to keep his distance from them both. When the monstrous creature was heard, however, he instantly removed his attention from the smaller threats around him and focused on the shadowy figure forming along the horizon. He placed his hands firmly on his shoulders, ripping his sleeves off of his shirt to form a rough tank top. Having no other place to put them, he tied one of the sleeves around his arm, fashioning an armband of it, and tossed the other to the ground. He could do nothing but grit his teeth and stare back towards the creature manifesting itself a short distance from the group as he backed up into Inis. "No weapons?" O'Connor quickly muttered through clenched teeth.

Corporal O'Connor sat straight up from behind the two, screaming once and shaking himself back to sanity. He stared at himself, lifting his uniform shirt and checking his chest for any injuries, before tossing it back down over his stomach with a grunt. O'Connor caught eye of the two in front of him, and leapt to his feet quickly. He instinctively reached for his beltline for his pistol, unable to remember what the actual firearm he used to possess was. When he realized he was unarmed, however, he raised his fists defensively in front of his face, taking a step back from the two visible others. "Who the -FUCK- are you two?!" He demanded, trembling nervously. He glared specifically at Inis as he spoke, visibly suspicious of her.

The Volkovs are their mercenaries.