OOC: Last post, indulging with one of my favourite pass times atm: arguing with athiests on youtube. They're really just as bad as christian missionaries at times these guys.
OoC: @Ven Speaking as an atheist, I can say at least our crazies aren't as loud as the fundie ones.
Anyway, I may actually come off for a bit. Creative juices just aren't flowing today.
OoC @Ven: Provided the crash is noisy enough, Erica would at least cuatiously go check it out. As fir your second question, not by one of my characters.
@Hatchy: Erica addressed Val on my last post.
The pod lands with a thud, on the outskirts of New York. There was a brief hiss and then the front of the pod blasted off and the Swordmaster emerged. Snarling and flaring his mandibles he drew his Needle Carbine, activated his cloak and moved towards the city.
The Swordsman's motion tracker picked up foes ahead and he slowed so his cloak would not shimmer as visibly. His mandibles parted. His entry had been too near and too swift. All the better for a quicker battle! He moved aside as he saw some humans appraoch. Stupid inferior humans. Fought well enough, with their backs up against a wall like an animal.
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