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>>SEARCH: VTT log transcripts, MSV Spirit of Apocrypha >... >.. >. >Logs found. Please specify log(s) of interest. >>Log YC111/12/1-05:20 >VTT Transcript as follows...
(CAP.Ralt): Grifface, how're the shields holding up? (ENG.Denn): Ben, with this overtanked ship of yours, I'm seriously wondering why you're asking that question. (CAP.Ralt): Yeah, I'm just making sure, ever since [CONCORD] updated [NEOCOM], some of the Spirit's systems have been acting
Thousand MilesEach day, I walk a thousand miles.Thousand Miles
Ev'ry step bringing an unimaginable pain.
Echoes of my past drive me on, unable, or unwilling, to grant me a moment's respite.
I scream and I cry, begging my feet to stop this ceaseless endeavour.
I've yet to slow a single iota.
OfflineI lazily glance about the bay as its tripartite doors swing open, permitting my entrance. I mentally sigh, the unplugging procedure's never really been all that pleasant, no matter what the med techs do to make it more comfortable. At least there's nobody around unlike last time, it's not a particularly dignified process either. The capsule that's been my home for many a night hauls me slightly past the bay doors before beginning the process of puking its contents of life-support goo all over the floor's oversize spill tray. Now it's my turn, a small platform lowers me down to the floor, even as I'm hurling the last of the life-support goo frOffline
Goodbye“So this is how it all ends?”Goodbye
“More or less.” A pause. “I'm sorry it had to come to this.”
“Can you look me in the eyes and say that?”
“No, I can't, one look at those eyes of yours and I'm liable to do something stupid.”
A smile, “Hmm... Smart one. I always did love that about you.”
“Cut it- I don't do this, boss'll have my head.” The gun emits a slight metallic click.
There isn't a look of desperation like the usual targets, no last-minute pleading for their lives, only a cold, unflinching accept
| *Shrug* I just registered so I could occasionally comment on other peoples' stuff, not overmuch else to say on the subject of me. |
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"Emo's r people and you better believe it..."
Question: How do gay gangsters do a drive by?
Answer: They drive a pink car, throw skittles and yell that's right b***es taste the rainbow!
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And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am 80,000 feet and climbing.
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the tiger is silent, it's only its prey that wails
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98% of teenagers do or has tried drugs. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature
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Oh, look! I'm being ignored again!!!
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And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am 80,000 feet and climbing.
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the tiger is silent, it's only its prey that wails
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98% of teenagers do or has tried drugs. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature
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Oh, look! I'm being ignored again!!!
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And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am 80,000 feet and climbing.
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