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  1. Didn't watch much this year. Only two shows come to mind, and I think Andor takes the cake for me. Wednesday is a close second.
  2. Was pretty surprised how good this was on my first listen. Usually it takes a few for me to appreciate something I haven't heard before, but this was an exception.
  3. Following the massive blow to the warehouse that created a big hole in one of the walls, the adrenaline coursing through Vi’s body clouded her surroundings for a moment. It wasn’t until the force of the impact blew her hair into her face when her clarity began to return to her as she instinctively blew and spat to keep anything from going into her mouth. With one big flip, her hair flopped back behind her before she realized her hat had fallen off. “Ugh…” she growled. She knew it would happen at some point, especially when she lets loose. That hat was never the most practical thing to wear during missions, so leaving it behind seemed, and seems, like the most ideal thing for now. That said, the energy shifted back when she saw Sibyl rush past her through the new opening past the rubble. A glint of excitement came to her as she saw shadows form on her co-worker’s arm, something she could never get tired of. It was only at that moment when she even registered the person down the hall screaming for help. Vi could only let out a laugh of amusement upon seeing them pull out what looks to be a toy gun, only to be pummeled by their opponent like it was nothing. Her expression changed, however, when she heard what she assumed was mechanical sounds all around her. Confused at first, her first instinct was to broaden her stance with her umbrella held out back towards the entrance to the building. From there, she saw the metal balls on the shelves begin to float around the room with the same humming sound she heard from the one Adler was holding before. Vi’s unsettledness naturally strengthened the rippling aura around her as she opened her parasol, forming a barrier along its outer surface which appeared as a giant contact lens. She watched as the spheres merely wandered the space, specifically around the hole that Adler had made, holding her defensive position. “These look annoying…” Vi murmured as she slowly inched towards the strange mechanisms, unsure how they work. This uncertainty soon caught her by surprise when she reached a certain distance from one of them that deviated closer towards her than she was anticipating. A quick and powerful shock jutted out from it, striking Vi’s barrier with enough power to knock it to the side. Vi grunted, reflexively jumping back. “Okay, these things are fucking annoying!” Vi let out another intense growl through her teeth as she condensed more of the aura to surround her entire body with a shimmering armor. The lens-shaped barrier grew slightly as she held her parasol in front of her with two hands with a tightened grip, and she lunged forward. More bolts of electricity shot at her, knocking her around slightly against her armor before she held a strong stance just before them and thrusted the open parasol at them. The barrier bursted, releasing a shockwave intended to damage at least the closest few from Vi and knock them back. Breathing heavier and beginning to sweat, she returned to a defensive stance facing the remaining drones, keeping one eye on Adler who was holding one outside, and another on Sibyl. “Anyone else wanna come out?!” she heard her shout before the door before her immediately busted open. Shifting glances in both directions, Vi could feel the mission was about to get more difficult than it felt before as she continued to face the swarm in front of her with a phalanx-style advance and upward thrust against what she assumed would be more oncoming shocks.
  4. What I got: - 17ft aluminum ladder - LFK Mallho gaming chair - Charcoal sketchbooks with charcoal sticks, blending sticks w/ sandpaper sharpener, & rubber erasers - Multipurpose foldable shopping bag - Stocking stuffers: Shower assortment bag, jelly bellys, harmonica, apple and orange - Cat's stocking: bird on a string, cat treats What I gave: - Air hose reel for dad - Copper mule mugs for mom - Giraffe/elephant slippers and windchimes for my sisters
  5. “Interesting is right.” Vi seemed to time her arrival just right for the other summoned capes to show up right after her. The responding voice came from right behind her before she turned her head to see Sibyl, a familiar face that made it feel like yet another day working for the clan. Despite knowing her for a while before as coworkers, Vi kept herself reserved as she continued to sip her coffee, still not quite awake and still rather woozy from the hangover. It’s nothing she hasn’t been able to deal with before, especially after concerts, but it still hindered her ability to socialize in the mornings, especially as early as this. She merely observed the following conversation with Sibyl and the Fates with slight interest as she read the room, also noticing Adler, another familiar face, entering. As disheveled as ever, Vi had always found the stark contrast of his presence with everyone else in the room to be oddly charming, albeit strange. With that, the briefing started, and the mission was laid out. “Ooh exciting, just gotta smash up the joint, yeah, sounds good to me.” “Hell yeah, I could use a therapy sesh,” Vi responded nonchalantly, delighted to see another person as thrilled as she was for destroying things. On the other hand, she would read Adler in her peripherals, tickled as always by his lack of enthusiasm. “Yes yes Atropo, I am well aware of the Stanley Parable and how it means even a shrimpy thinker like your sister Lachesis could beat DEUS in an arm wrestling match with two days prep time.” Vi needed a second to process what Adler just said. Aside from some of his phrasing going over her head, the fact that he couldn’t tell them apart was both baffling and hilarious. Vi could feel an instinctual laugh coming on, but she suppressed it just enough to be unnoticed. “Alright let’s go tear a place up!” Sibyl said, which made Vi even more pumped. “Sounds great. Tell you two what,” Adler followed up, grabbing Vi’s attention, “if we do a good enough job with scissors-” Another laugh needed to be suppressed to avoid being rude, but this time it was more difficult. This guy just pronounced Caesar as fucking SCISSOR. “-little clubhouse, I’ll take you two to Hot Topic and give you each a twenty to burn through, get as many wallet chains as you like.” “Well, that’s rather thoughtful of you,” Vi replied in a slightly facetious tone, “Maybe I’ll get a hat that’ll actually stay on while I’m flying. Couldn’t even drink my fuckin’ coffee on my way here.” —-- Once the Fates were finished with Vi and the other two, they made their departure, leaving the trio to make their own. Exchanging glances of acknowledgement, they made their way out. “Y’know, thinking about it, the main reason I’m assigned to this is to get you two hellions to the objective.” Adler sighed as he pulled a handkerchief of sparkling silver fabric from a pocket of his outfit, as he lifted his face scarf and lowered his goggles. Yet again, Vi held back a snicker. It was such a goofy look, but it works for Adler, so she tolerated it. “Neat, right? Clotho wove it, apparently they figured giving fancy toys could make godlike power even more applicable. It falls upward, and is easy as hell to notice.” “You never fail to impress me, Adler.” Vi stated passively, barely even looking his direction. “Each of you put a hand on my shoulder, and probably close your eyes if you have trouble with heights or get motion sickness.” “Sure, whatever,” Vi said with the same passive tone, doing just that without hesitation with her free hand which was no longer occupied by the traveler of coffee she had earlier which was now stuffed into a side pocket on her backpack, “In case gravity isn’t our friend, better prepare to grab onto me and hope it’s a good enough grip, cause I only have one free hand to grab any of you if you slip.” With that, Vi let Adler do his thing as they suddenly appeared very high up above the city. Vi was hardly affected by the height, but the slight vertigo came from what felt like the lack of movement between points in space. More headaches came as she tightened her grip on her parasol and a thumb on the button to open it, just in case. The comment on falling from Adler barely even registered. Before she knew it, they arrived across the street from the building. A tinge of relief hit Vi as she could be on solid ground again, despite how quick it was. “You have arrived at your destination, thanks for flying the friendly skies with Command Editor.” “Thank you, Captain.” Vi mumbled, rolling her eyes as she wasted no time crossing the street. “Stand back.” Vi sighed, backing up slightly. With Adler in front of them, Vi watched as he reached his hand out before a deafening boom, which made Vi flinch and clutch her head, “Ah fuck, really…” She looked back up to see the sliding door standing directly in front of them as Adler pushed it down for it to crash onto the pavement with another loud bang, which Vi was more prepared for. She simply groaned, sighing in acceptance of the amazing shit she just witnessed. “Okay… that was pretty rad.” Her words went with the sigh she expressed as sirens began to sound before she noticed two chrome orbs the size of basketballs appeared in each of his hands. “Looks like stealth is out the window. So, you two wanna head in there and raise hell?” “Now we’re fuckin’ talking!” Before Vi advanced, she looked at the orbs in Adler’s hands, “Hey, are we taking those?” "I dunno, just thought it looked neat. You want it?" Vi shrugged, “I don’t care, just wondering if they were important.” Now free to proceed, a smile crept across her face as she looked back towards the building, letting out a long, drawn out growl signifying a release of a heavy rippling of air around her, appearing as heavy waves in the air along a road on a hot day. She let down her parasol to wield it like a club, her growls getting louder as the ground around her cracked and crumbled where she stood as she dashed forward with inhuman speed, the air around her distorting with her movements before she swung upwards at the door towards the back of the room. A shockwave of energy and thunderous sound followed the arc of her swing as the door and the walls in its path shattered, creating a massive hole between the scattering debris. “Hoo yeah baby, this is my kinda work!”
  6. Was not expecting one of my favorite games of the year to be Sonic, but here we are.

  7. I want a tank of jellyfish.

    1. Cibryll

      Cibryll

      Would that be a tank made of jellyfish, or a jellyfish made of tanks, or a tank driven by a jellyfish?

    2. Thar
  8. ----- The sound of a cell phone vibrating against a wooden side table was immediately met with a frustrated groan as Vivian jutted out of her slumber. The splitting headache spared no time hitting her right after as she pressed her hand to her temples, grimacing. She reached out to her phone - the bright LED screen nearly blinding her - and sighed. It was a text from the fates with an encoded message, which she naturally read as a summons for 9 AM. “Really?” she groaned, “This fucking early?” Vivian struggled to sit up, as the effort only strained her head further. Each movement was accompanied by another groan. Pulling the bedsheets from her, the chills hit her as she only had boxers and a sports bra on. More groans came from her as she turned to step out into a pair of Jack Skellington slippers set out on the floor just by the bed. It felt instinctual, but then it hit her - these weren’t here before. A few seconds of confusion later, the sounds of footsteps outside her bedroom door made her remember that she wasn’t alone. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked up to see a robe hung up on one of the bedposts, which she immediately put on. The warmth it brought was almost enough to distract her from the throbbing pain in her head. “Okay, first things first…” she muttered as she walked like a zombie to the door, opening it to the smell of fresh coffee, which hit her like blood to a shark. She barely noticed a familiar face turning to look at her. “Morning, Vi.” One of Vivian’s personal gangsters greeted with a nod. “Ace…” Vi murmured back, not even looking at him as her eyes were locked onto the coffee cup that was set out for her on the counter. Taking a swig, her head fell back as a wave of euphoria hit her. “There’s some pain meds there for you, too.” Ace said, pointing to a few tabs next to the coffee. Vivian looked back down, realizing her head was still throbbing. “Ugh, fucking hell, what would I do without you, Ace?” she sighed as she popped them all at once, chasing them with another swig of coffee. “Must’ve been a great concert last night, huh? You had to be escorted back, and you were out immediately.” “Oh fuck yeah, Messhuggah fucking rules. You guys got a shirt for me, right?” “Fuck yeah, we did. Hey Jax!” Ace called over to another gangster sitting on the couch watching the news, making Vivian wince with more head pain, “Where’d you put it?” “Right here.” Jax stood up to walk over to one of the end tables, picking up a folded up black t-shirt with a decal on the front. “Here you are, m’lady.” he said casually, tossing it onto the counter. “Say ‘m’lady’ again and I’ll send you through the fucking wall.” Vivian scowled. Jax visibly tensed up while Ace held back his laughter. “Alright alright, my bad.” Jax’s tone sounded more annoyed than fearful. Vivian only sighed. “Better get ready, Vi. They’ll be expecting you soon.” Ace said, taking a swig of his own coffee. “Wait, how did y-” Vivian squinted her eyes at Ace before the realization hit, “...oh for fuck’s sake.” “You really think they’d just reach out to you without your pops knowing?” “Ugh, I can’t do any fucking thing without him watching my every move, can I? …well, that explains why all this was ready for me.” Taking another swig, she put her coffee down, “Put that in a traveler for me, will you?” “Of course.” Ace went to reach for the cupboard as Vivian grabbed the shirt off the counter before going back into her room. The morning routine was straight-forward: a quick hair brush, a few dabs of foundation, and some eye liner. She then grabbed a pair of scissors from the bathroom drawer, cutting the t-shirt short to show her midriff, and put it on, followed by a black mini-skirt and fish-nets. Her remaining get-up sat up next to the door: her black sunhat, round glasses, and black leather biker heel boots. Finally, she grabbed her black parasol hanging from a hook. She was ready. Making her way out, Ace handed her a traveler with her coffee. “Need a ride?” he said. “No, I’ll fly.” she responded hastily as she walked out the door, opening her parasol and holding it above her. Like a gust of wind, energy surged from Vivian up against its underside, picking her up off her feet as she rapidly sped through the air towards the Fates’ lair (for lack of a better word.) She was familiar with its location from what her dad had told her, but the thought of her dad only made her sigh with frustration. Who does he think he is? A gang leader? Am I just another one of his cronies? The thoughts began to consume her as she held her hat on her head from the wind with her coffee mug, which her other hand was holding. Realizing how pointless it was to wear a hat in this situation, she sighed again knowing she wouldn’t be able to drink her coffee without losing her hat. “Man, what’s wrong with me?” she chuckled to herself, weaving her way through the city over the streets as people looked up as she passed. If they were talking about her, she couldn’t hear it with the wind blowing past her as she neared her destination. —-- Waiting for a less crowded area, she landed short of the lair, making the rest of the way discreetly on foot. Of course, she took this time to drink her coffee before entering. Just like another day at high school, her entrance couldn't be more casual, the only difference being her clothes. Finding the throne room was second nature to her at this point, and entering felt like walking into a theater class. All the pomp and circumstance of a villainous alliance meeting area sang to her like a goth opera, but then she noticed the triplets themselves, or as she'd be now calling them the Fates. The way they dressed did not match the current vibe at all, and Vi had to hold back a sigh. "...interesting choice, I must say..." she coyly commented, like she would to old friends despite that they're not that old but rather just distant from position. The Fates gave a collective shrug. "We weren't about to ask Rajawongse to receive special materials and then just make stuff we already had with them," Clotho said. "It's a work in progress, but we're warming up to it." "You're as cool as ever, though," Lachesis chimed in. "Even with the new shirt." "Even?!" Vi scoffed, "If you could appreciate Messhuggah, you'd know it'd make me even cooler." "Sure, sure," Lachesis said. "You're the pinnacle of cool." "The epitome," Atropos chimed in. "The stuff you sent us was appreciated, even if it wasn't quite our vibe. Ours probably peaks out at hardcore punk rather than metal." "Hardcore punk with colorful dresses and pockets now, I guess," Clotho said. "But then, like half of Dose Your Dreams was basically a dance album, so if they can change, so can we." "Ugh, fair enough, I guess," Vi chuckled, "though I will say I've been loving Glass Boys so far. I'm digging the suggestions!" Even though Vi felt like she was speaking with old friends, she was well aware she was now answering to them now. With that, she felt the conversation would end there as she made her way to the seating area where fresh fruit was set up on the tables. This was a pleasant surprise, as she hadn't eaten yet, and she would pop some in her mouth as she listened to the briefing. Naturally, she wasn't much of a listener, and she'd only catch some major points, most significantly the following: “Right now G3 - The Generic Good Guys - The Group of Giant Goobers-” Vivian rolled her eyes. What is this, a Disney cartoon? “Is going to be pushing us for some kind of temporary truce until they can get their act together, and we don’t have any reason not to accept.” A peace treaty? Vivian thought, slightly conflicted. It made sense, given the situation, but working together with heroes? She scoffed under her breath as she made an effort to hear the rest. “Your job this morning is to keep Caesar distracted, and the way we’d like you to do it is to wreck some of his shit first.” Vi couldn’t help but crack a smile. This is totally up her alley.
  9. Green is not a creative color.

  10. If you were a machine, what would your main function be and what would be your fuel source?
  11. If you were a machine, what would be your fuel source and your main function?
  12. If you were a machine, what would be your fuel source and your main function?
  13. So this forum was blocked at work for a few weeks and now it's not.

    1. LordCowCow

      LordCowCow

      Hacked the mainframe

    2. Thar

      Thar

      Much appreciated!

  14. Train, most likely. Built to run on paths built for me, pretty much useless dead weight without them, but hard to stop when I get going.
  15. Steak Ranch dressing Mushrooms Pepperoni
  16. Is it weird to just be in RP discords and not actually be in the RP?

    1. LordCowCow

      LordCowCow

      Yes, unless you'll join/re-join potentially.

    2. Blake

      Blake

      depends on the vibe

    3. Cibryll

      Cibryll

      Not really?

      Would probably be weirder to have a forum for RPs but no active RPs…

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  17. what's a specific talent you'd want to see at a talent show that you wouldn't normally see at one?
  18. Alright, I'm curious. Let's test it out with this: female, dark purple skinned, black haired, white eyed tiefling (part demon) knight with silver/teal armor, shield, and warhammer.
  19. I'm bored.

     

  20. I think they also meant the last book you read, not just listened to.
  21. Let the root beer sweep begin!
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