Deep underneath the sprawl of Blackrain City, you will find the Leonidas Line. Once a well-used part of the metro system, it was abandoned when the city was liberated by the arrival of the Sol Empire. Now, the Leonidas Line is populated mainly by outcasts and gangsters, and those who seek to bring them justice via a bullet to the head. Some do so in exchange for money- the Imperial government of Blackrain City pays highly for the heads of the criminals who are known to hide out there. Others simply live for the thrill of the adventure, and cannot resist the exhilaration of a good fight. Whatever the reasoning, it is a place where many go to defy death in combat.
Kio Street Station, near the centre of the Leonidas Line, is where many start their expeditions. Kitted out with rudimentary electric lighting, basic furniture including a vending machine, and gated off from the rest of the tunnels, it serves as a somewhat comfortable base camp. All are welcome there, as long as they are (mostly) law-abiding Imperial citizens. It has a few regulars, such as Cal Senecus, a wealthy young hunter, ‘Old Waldo’, who runs a makeshift bar for the various travellers, and Klara Lucius, an ex-military markswoman with an addiction to feed.
Factions:
Ironax Mercenary Corps: Pretty much what it says on the tin here, a well-organised crew of successful mercenaries, run by the powerful Ironax Corporation. They have a contract with the Imperial government to secure the abandoned subways from criminal and insurgent elements. Supposedly professional, there are many members with questionable pasts, and not all are as by-the-book as they perhaps ought to be. Not that their paymasters care, as long as the enemy heads keep rolling.
‘Right, crew. This is an important hit. I want flamethrowers, gas bombs, grenades, the lot. And a couple bait crates, they usually catch a few. And a nice cold soda, for myself. Yes, I’m counting that as essential. Now, GO GO GO!
The Journeymen: a somewhat organised criminal gang, the Journeymen are known to run an extortion racket over several of the city’s neighbourhoods, as well as being involved in illegal arms sales. Many of them use the Leonidas Line in order to get around the city in secret. Originally founded from a failed resistance movement, the Journeymen claim to be loyal to the old regime that predated the Empire’s occupation of the city.
‘Hey, you there. You with all the fancy cyberware. You’re trespassing on our turf. Here’s the deal. You leave, and you don’t come back. Or your chrome is ours. And then you really won’t have any legs to stand on, will you?’
‘Wendi Boys’: A loose assemblage of youths who take part in hunting expeditions in the metro. Named after their typical ‘Wendigo’ body armour, they tend not to be motivated by the reward, but simply the kudos that comes with a successful trip. Although many go out hunting with their friends, there are many lone wolves- anyone can call themself a ‘Wendi Boy’ if they have a gun in their hand and a couple kills to their name. They also might refer to themselves as ‘XT Kids’, ‘XT’ being an abbreviation of extermination.
‘So what if Felix took out that bandit? Last week I burned out a whole mutant nest. That’s got to be at least twenty kills. So I’m still in the lead. Remember that, sucker.’
Urban Explorers: These guys don’t want a fight, but simply to discover the unseen side of Blackrain City. They tend to be looked upon with suspicion due to their perceived neutrality, but the majority of them have no traitorous intent whatsoever. Let’s just hope they don’t uncover anything too… contentious. Known for wearing anoraks and having unfashionable hairstyles.
‘Look! An antique Zekudar-class diesel engine! Must be one of the last ones left, now that the mercs keep blowing up half the tunnels. Think of all the history we could lose’
The Yellow Overalls gang: A local gang of unchipped, a group dressed in old yellow overalls have been increasingly seen in the Leonidas Line. They seem to be based in the San Line, and make a living selling scrap on the black market to gangs like the Journeymen.
The Scrap Rats: A group of young folks who run rampant around the line, collecting scrap and raising hell. They’ve got tunnels and bases in every nook and cranny, so any unchipped who ride with them are safe. Some of them are chipped, but most aren’t, and the scrappers offer a place for any unchipped. Plenty of the scrap rats sport recycled bio-mods, courtesy of their reclusive leader
World information: The Leonidas Line is a cyberpunk-style setting. Humans and humanoid characters are preferred, though stuff like tabaxi or dragonborn could be considered as either humans with extreme body modifications, or even alien species. Magic is existent, but is restricted to the official Priesthood of the Light-Bearer and black-ops occultists. Blackrain City is under Imperial control, though the planet that it is on is in the midst of a bloody war between the dystopian Sol Empire and the authoritarian Dominion of the Code. To be a legal citizen of the Sol Empire, you must have a valid census chip. The lack of one will lead to you being utilised or culled by the Central Authority for the Termination of Objectionables. Have a pleasant day!
Updates:
- A series of bombs have taken out several Journeymen hideouts. The Journeymen have sworn revenge
- A notice has been posted on the leaderboard in Kio Street Station putting bounties on the heads of the most successful Wendi Boys. The peace between the two rival hunting clubs is beginning to fray, as some of the South Docks hunters have started attacking other Wendi Boys to claim the bounties.
Rules: (Credit to Drummer, Yondor and Overkill)
1. No PVP without permission from both people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur in the Leonidas Line, but no such fighting may happen inside the Kio Street Station itself. If you do end up fighting in the Station, you may end up regretting it. Conscription, forced cyber-modification, human experimentation, and ritual sacrifice are all perfectly legal punishments under the Empire. :)
2. If you wish to have an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if I can run it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word). I will give you one reminder if this rule is violated.
4. If an argument gets out of hand, there are always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. But just do your best to be respectful.
5. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM. Violence and gore are to be expected, but consider putting any excessive descriptions of such things in a spoiler, so they can be avoided by those who don't want to see.
6. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
7. When speaking OOC, structure it like *this*.
8. Please put 'No Chip, No Mercy' in your first post to show you've read the rules :)
*This seems really cool and I'm definitely joining. No Chip, No Mercy.*
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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A large man in an armored business suit walks through the tunnels, walking alongside a diminutive, fluffy, stoat-like alien(?) with a walking stick and a briefcase. The large man is expressionless in both face and movement, an empty fridge of a human, while his subordinate looks harried and harrowed in equal measure. His paws shake, and his clothes have visible stitches in multiple places.
This is Boss Braafheid, a powerful businessman and, according to many theories, necromancer and gangster. His presence down here doesn't help his case, but he doesn't seem to care. He calmly, but absolutely not casually, walks up to the bar and sits down. His assistant jumps up onto the seat beside him and slaps down a wad of bills on the bar. "An americano and a chocolate martini please, hold the vodka."
'Americano, we can do. As for the chocolate martini, that might be a little above our usual standard' Waldo grunts, pressing a button on his coffee machine. 'You want it enhanced, or regular? You look like you got a taste for the good stuff'.
He gestures to an array of artificial-looking syrups, that you would recognise as Syn, an additive usually added to drinks to give them various effects.
'Americano, we can do. As for the chocolate martini, that might be a little above our usual standard' Waldo grunts, pressing a button on his coffee machine. 'You want it enhanced, or regular? You look like you got a taste for the good stuff'.
He gestures to an array of artificial-looking syrups, that you would recognise as Syn, an additive usually added to drinks to give them various effects.
The stoat is the one who speaks again after a moment of silence. "Regular, please. Boss doesn't need Syn. I'll take an americano as well, if it's not too much trouble."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Not a problem. Two americanos, coming right up. Say, haven't seen you before here, in which case, welcome to the Kio Street Station. You hunters or something?'
'Not a problem. Two americanos, coming right up. Say, haven't seen you before here, in which case, welcome to the Kio Street Station. You hunters or something?'
Braafheid shakes his head. The stoat pipes up again. "Boss is looking to hire hunters. Boss needs to send a message to the local gangs: play nice or find yourselves an additional six feet deeper in [GP]."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hire hunters? Then he's come to the right place. The Journeymen have had far too much influence down here, and it's time that changed. You'd think the mercs would have dealt with it, but nah. Too busy taking out the soft targets. Anyone would think they were scared of the masked menace. And those so-called Wendi boys, I'd love to see them go toe-to-toe with a real threat. Maybe with the right incentive, they would.'
'Hire hunters? Then he's come to the right place. The Journeymen have had far too much influence down here, and it's time that changed. You'd think the mercs would have dealt with it, but nah. Too busy taking out the soft targets. Anyone would think they were scared of the masked menace. And those so-called Wendi boys, I'd love to see them go toe-to-toe with a real threat. Maybe with the right incentive, they would.'
"Boss is hoping to get more influence down here, and that requires breaking a few eggs. And by eggs I mean people. A few targeted strikes and boom, they'll clear out and Boss gets room. Or they'll retaliate, at which point Boss crushes them and then they clear out. A good deal for everyone, I think."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Indeed. Sounds like a good plan. How many men do you need? I got contacts in this place. You don't plan to... go up against the Ironax mercs, though, do you?'
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'Indeed. Sounds like a good plan. How many men do you need? I got contacts in this place. You don't plan to... go up against the Ironax mercs, though, do you?'
The boss shakes his head. The stoat waits until the Braafheid is finished before speaking. "Mercs are easy. Loyalty isn't in their nature. They gravitate toward whatever gets them in a better situation. They live in squalor and violence, even the Ironax, so we offer them a way out if they're willing to take a moment to change their perspective. We may not have Imperial money, but we've got... other things of equal value. Now, as for contracts, we want a small, elite taskforce. We're going for a scalpel, not a sword. Lethality isn't the priority, so give us anyone who's good with stealth and sabotage. We want them to know it's us, but not be able to stop us. Can you set us up with that? Money is no object."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I can do my best. And maybe, when it's done, the Leo line is yours. I'd recommend to you Klara right there. Her with the syn-mask. Used to work for the army, fought on the Eastern Front. Think she's looking for work. There's a couple Ironax guys who might defect to you, they tend to hang out in the back room on their breaks drinking Red Leaf and playing cards. And I'm not usually one to point you in that direction, but you might be able to get some of the locals on board, to be scouts for you. If you don't mind working with the unchipped, but I'm guessing you're not entirely a by-the-books sort of guy. Betcha some of them aren't fans of the Journeymen'
The boss shakes his head. The stoat waits until the Braafheid is finished before speaking. "As for contracts, we want a small, elite taskforce. We're going for a scalpel, not a sword. Lethality isn't the priority, so give us anyone who's good with stealth and sabotage. We want them to know it's us, but not be able to stop us. Can you set us up with that? Money is no object."
A man(?) about 8 feet tall, wearing a full set of metal armor(think combination of Iron Man and the Mandalorian) stands up and walks from the corner where they were sitting. "I can help you with that. Give me all the details, then we can negotiate my fee."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
'I can do my best. And maybe, when it's done, the Leo line is yours. I'd recommend to you Klara right there. Her with the syn-mask. Used to work for the army, fought on the Eastern Front. Think she's looking for work. There's a couple Ironax guys who might defect to you, they tend to hang out in the back room on their breaks drinking Red Leaf and playing cards. And I'm not usually one to point you in that direction, but you might be able to get some of the locals on board, to be scouts for you. If you don't mind working with the unchipped, but I'm guessing you're not entirely a by-the-books sort of guy. Betcha some of them aren't fans of the Journeymen'
The stoat looks to the boss. "Boss'll take em' all." They place down a black payment card, jump up and shuffle over to Klara. "Hoi. We heard you were looking for a job. You willing to go up against the Journeymen?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'For the right price, I'm willing to go against anyone. For a million EDens, I'd even take out the Governor of this sorry place. For legal reasons, that's a joke. But you get my drift'
She fiddles with her mask, replacing the near-empty canister with another one brimming with red liquid
Deep underneath the sprawl of Blackrain City, you will find the Leonidas Line. Once a well-used part of the metro system, it was abandoned when the city was liberated by the arrival of the Sol Empire. Now, the Leonidas Line is populated mainly by outcasts and gangsters, and those who seek to bring them justice via a bullet to the head. Some do so in exchange for money- the Imperial government of Blackrain City pays highly for the heads of the criminals who are known to hide out there. Others simply live for the thrill of the adventure, and cannot resist the exhilaration of a good fight. Whatever the reasoning, it is a place where many go to defy death in combat.
Kio Street Station, near the centre of the Leonidas Line, is where many start their expeditions. Kitted out with rudimentary electric lighting, basic furniture including a vending machine, and gated off from the rest of the tunnels, it serves as a somewhat comfortable base camp. All are welcome there, as long as they are (mostly) law-abiding Imperial citizens. It has a few regulars, such as Cal Senecus, a wealthy young hunter, ‘Old Waldo’, who runs a makeshift bar for the various travellers, and Klara Lucius, an ex-military markswoman with an addiction to feed.
Factions:
‘Right, crew. This is an important hit. I want flamethrowers, gas bombs, grenades, the lot. And a couple bait crates, they usually catch a few. And a nice cold soda, for myself. Yes, I’m counting that as essential. Now, GO GO GO!
‘Hey, you there. You with all the fancy cyberware. You’re trespassing on our turf. Here’s the deal. You leave, and you don’t come back. Or your chrome is ours. And then you really won’t have any legs to stand on, will you?’
‘So what if Felix took out that bandit? Last week I burned out a whole mutant nest. That’s got to be at least twenty kills. So I’m still in the lead. Remember that, sucker.’
‘Look! An antique Zekudar-class diesel engine! Must be one of the last ones left, now that the mercs keep blowing up half the tunnels. Think of all the history we could lose’
World information: The Leonidas Line is a cyberpunk-style setting. Humans and humanoid characters are preferred, though stuff like tabaxi or dragonborn could be considered as either humans with extreme body modifications, or even alien species. Magic is existent, but is restricted to the official Priesthood of the Light-Bearer and black-ops occultists. Blackrain City is under Imperial control, though the planet that it is on is in the midst of a bloody war between the dystopian Sol Empire and the authoritarian Dominion of the Code. To be a legal citizen of the Sol Empire, you must have a valid census chip. The lack of one will lead to you being utilised or culled by the Central Authority for the Termination of Objectionables. Have a pleasant day!
Updates:
- A series of bombs have taken out several Journeymen hideouts. The Journeymen have sworn revenge
- A notice has been posted on the leaderboard in Kio Street Station putting bounties on the heads of the most successful Wendi Boys. The peace between the two rival hunting clubs is beginning to fray, as some of the South Docks hunters have started attacking other Wendi Boys to claim the bounties.
Rules: (Credit to Drummer, Yondor and Overkill)
1. No PVP without permission from both people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur in the Leonidas Line, but no such fighting may happen inside the Kio Street Station itself. If you do end up fighting in the Station, you may end up regretting it. Conscription, forced cyber-modification, human experimentation, and ritual sacrifice are all perfectly legal punishments under the Empire. :)
2. If you wish to have an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if I can run it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word). I will give you one reminder if this rule is violated.
4. If an argument gets out of hand, there are always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. But just do your best to be respectful.
5. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM. Violence and gore are to be expected, but consider putting any excessive descriptions of such things in a spoiler, so they can be avoided by those who don't want to see.
6. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
7. When speaking OOC, structure it like *this*.
8. Please put 'No Chip, No Mercy' in your first post to show you've read the rules :)
9. Have some fun!
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*This seems really cool and I'm definitely joining. No Chip, No Mercy.*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
*No Chip, No Mercy! Awesome!*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*No Chip, No Mercy? Hmm...*
*When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty.*
*Prepare thyselves: this lesson you shall not forget.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A large man in an armored business suit walks through the tunnels, walking alongside a diminutive, fluffy, stoat-like alien(?) with a walking stick and a briefcase. The large man is expressionless in both face and movement, an empty fridge of a human, while his subordinate looks harried and harrowed in equal measure. His paws shake, and his clothes have visible stitches in multiple places.
This is Boss Braafheid, a powerful businessman and, according to many theories, necromancer and gangster. His presence down here doesn't help his case, but he doesn't seem to care. He calmly, but absolutely not casually, walks up to the bar and sits down. His assistant jumps up onto the seat beside him and slaps down a wad of bills on the bar. "An americano and a chocolate martini please, hold the vodka."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Americano, we can do. As for the chocolate martini, that might be a little above our usual standard' Waldo grunts, pressing a button on his coffee machine. 'You want it enhanced, or regular? You look like you got a taste for the good stuff'.
He gestures to an array of artificial-looking syrups, that you would recognise as Syn, an additive usually added to drinks to give them various effects.
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The stoat is the one who speaks again after a moment of silence. "Regular, please. Boss doesn't need Syn. I'll take an americano as well, if it's not too much trouble."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Not a problem. Two americanos, coming right up. Say, haven't seen you before here, in which case, welcome to the Kio Street Station. You hunters or something?'
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Braafheid shakes his head. The stoat pipes up again. "Boss is looking to hire hunters. Boss needs to send a message to the local gangs: play nice or find yourselves an additional six feet deeper in [GP]."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Hire hunters? Then he's come to the right place. The Journeymen have had far too much influence down here, and it's time that changed. You'd think the mercs would have dealt with it, but nah. Too busy taking out the soft targets. Anyone would think they were scared of the masked menace. And those so-called Wendi boys, I'd love to see them go toe-to-toe with a real threat. Maybe with the right incentive, they would.'
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"Boss is hoping to get more influence down here, and that requires breaking a few eggs. And by eggs I mean people. A few targeted strikes and boom, they'll clear out and Boss gets room. Or they'll retaliate, at which point Boss crushes them and then they clear out. A good deal for everyone, I think."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Indeed. Sounds like a good plan. How many men do you need? I got contacts in this place. You don't plan to... go up against the Ironax mercs, though, do you?'
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*no chip, no mercy. Can I have a character who is a known fugitive?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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The boss shakes his head. The stoat waits until the Braafheid is finished before speaking. "Mercs are easy. Loyalty isn't in their nature. They gravitate toward whatever gets them in a better situation. They live in squalor and violence, even the Ironax, so we offer them a way out if they're willing to take a moment to change their perspective. We may not have Imperial money, but we've got... other things of equal value. Now, as for contracts, we want a small, elite taskforce. We're going for a scalpel, not a sword. Lethality isn't the priority, so give us anyone who's good with stealth and sabotage. We want them to know it's us, but not be able to stop us. Can you set us up with that? Money is no object."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I can do my best. And maybe, when it's done, the Leo line is yours. I'd recommend to you Klara right there. Her with the syn-mask. Used to work for the army, fought on the Eastern Front. Think she's looking for work. There's a couple Ironax guys who might defect to you, they tend to hang out in the back room on their breaks drinking Red Leaf and playing cards. And I'm not usually one to point you in that direction, but you might be able to get some of the locals on board, to be scouts for you. If you don't mind working with the unchipped, but I'm guessing you're not entirely a by-the-books sort of guy. Betcha some of them aren't fans of the Journeymen'
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*yes, definitely!*
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A man(?) about 8 feet tall, wearing a full set of metal armor(think combination of Iron Man and the Mandalorian) stands up and walks from the corner where they were sitting. "I can help you with that. Give me all the details, then we can negotiate my fee."
*what's the max character level?*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
My singular brain cell bounces around the inside of my skull like the Sony logo, and every time it hits a corner, it generates a coherent thought.
*Max character level is 8*
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The stoat looks to the boss. "Boss'll take em' all." They place down a black payment card, jump up and shuffle over to Klara. "Hoi. We heard you were looking for a job. You willing to go up against the Journeymen?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'For the right price, I'm willing to go against anyone. For a million EDens, I'd even take out the Governor of this sorry place. For legal reasons, that's a joke. But you get my drift'
She fiddles with her mask, replacing the near-empty canister with another one brimming with red liquid
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