"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"I'm not getting on that piece of klunk!" he shouts
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs. "Look, I can't force you to come. But if you change your mind, we'll find you." He tosses the kid his Mk50 sidekick pistol. "Take care of yourself."
The ship's door closes as the ODST watches him. The pelican takes off and flies into the distance.
"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"I'm not getting on that piece of klunk!" he shouts
(Maze Runner?)
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"I'm not getting on that piece of klunk!" he shouts
(Maze Runner?)
*yupitty yup*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs. "Look, I can't force you to come. But if you change your mind, we'll find you." He tosses the kid his Mk50 sidekick pistol. "Take care of yourself."
The ship's door closes as the ODST watches him. The pelican takes off and flies into the distance.
The kid kicks aside the pistol and watches the ship fly off
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"I'm not getting on that piece of klunk!" he shouts
(Maze Runner?)
*yupitty yup*
(nice)
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
They look up. "Hello, who might you be?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
They look up. "Hello, who might you be?"
They dont respond. The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They dont respond. The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Raphael runs over, attempting to help them up
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They dont respond. The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Raphael runs over, attempting to help them up
The kid accepts the help, taking off his makeshift spear and holding it steady, fear in his eyes
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They dont respond. The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Raphael runs over, attempting to help them up
The kid accepts the help, taking off his makeshift spear and holding it steady, fear in his eyes
"Calm down, I am not here to harm. What troubles you?"
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"It's not." The ODST steps into the pelican and then leans down to help the kid up into it.
"Im not goin in that shuck ship."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Trust me, kid, I don't know what you've been through, but I do recognize that look in your eyes. I've seen it in very few men, good men. Men who had the power of mind to push through anything. You just gotta take the leap." He extends his hand again.
"I'm not getting on that piece of klunk!" he shouts
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs. "Look, I can't force you to come. But if you change your mind, we'll find you." He tosses the kid his Mk50 sidekick pistol. "Take care of yourself."
The ship's door closes as the ODST watches him. The pelican takes off and flies into the distance.
(Maze Runner?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*yupitty yup*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The kid kicks aside the pistol and watches the ship fly off
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(nice)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Eventually, the ship disappears beyond the tree line.
The kid looks around his surroundings, rather confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The pistol lays on the ground.
*Hello people. How is everyone?*
Raphael is reading
Meroving is eating
Ihtros is learning how to make parker house rolls
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*good*
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They look up. "Hello, who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They dont respond. The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael runs over, attempting to help them up
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(Tired)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The kid accepts the help, taking off his makeshift spear and holding it steady, fear in his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Calm down, I am not here to harm. What troubles you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now