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The truth of the matter was that Kirk was a timebomb, eventually not even he can stop from becoming the gate his master will need to cross over into the material world once more from his domain of nothingness... The situation would be far safer if Kirk were sealed away, sealed and ordered to be guarded until such a time he and his patron could be forced apart and Malak could be destroyed once more, his fragments scattered once more... While total destruction is preferable, destroying him is impossible as long as the concept of destruction exists, as long as creation need its counterbalance. So scattering his fragments like this will always be the only solution. Unless some other measure is taken. Despite all that... Imprisoning him now would do Zocom no good.
The King turns the handkerchief back into Raw mana as he accepts his refusal of it, with Kirk declaring that he will be enough he doesn't waste any time as he starts to walk back towards the Palace. Along the way he looks around at the devastation left behind in the wake of the battle between Kirk and the Forgotten beast pretending to be Kirk's wife. "I don't doubt it. I would remove it myself, but I need all my remaining strength to hold the barrier. The seal over the spirit well is under the palace. The passage to get there is under my throne. When it was put in place I had already died, barely the strength to stop Salem's Archangel from putting such seals in place or defend against some cheap shots on my corpse. Beorin is a sore loser." Though Beorin isn't the only one that would seem to hold onto a grudge it would seem.
The King's gaze shifted back towards the distant wall, barely visible above the immense dunes that Kirk climbed over to get here. "Fairies have already started to come over the wall... It would seem their Queen wishes to try and start restoring the heartland quickly." The King sounded curious about it, but right now they had a more urgent issue to deal with. His eyes turned back to the palace as they reached the stone steps leading up to the imposing structure, now able to pass through the large stone doors that were closed for thousands of years.
Passing inside the massive stone interior Kirk would come to see the ruined palace halls, carpets and decorative clothes long rotted away with ashen rags and torn flags along the walls. As they crossed through the ruined halls, being able to see that some of the ways into the rest of the palace had either collapsed or boarded over for some reason, near the throne room there were paintings still on the walls. Though some were faded almost to the point of being unrecognisable with only one being pristine, the feeling of the King's mana keeping it safe against the elements. The portrait was of a woman with long white hair and yellow eyes, she had a fair complexation and a rather agile body type. It seems the King certainly had a bias for her seeing as the two portraits of his sons were all but torn and faded by the elements. To put it together this woman was likely the Queen... But there isn't mention of any Queen from anyone Kirk had talked to about this. Likely just a detail lost to time, but clearly the King still had a lingering attachment to the living world... Likely why he expressed a desire to be made flesh and regain his youth once more. Passing the portrait, the King took a moment to look at to the portrait before continuing with Kirk.
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Passing into the once proud and decorated Throne room of the Crossed King, Kirk would see much of the same that he had witnessed until this point. A ruin of a once great hall, support pillars toppled and decorations either looted and destroyed or just eroded with little left of the statues and riches that once filled this hall. And in the centre back of the room, atop a small pyramid of stairs was a large crystal throne that once shone like the sun... Now the light was dim, only enough to light up the room so they could see in front of them. Upon it, was the King's corpse. Naught but rotted flesh and bleached bone draped in warped and rotting robes, though the body practically had Old Magic spilling from it, all surging up through the building to form the dome of magic over all of Zocom. Of course the King took a moment to look to his own body, with all the mana at his disposal his revival would be a simple matter. But his people came first... They had to survive.
"There will be a loose tile behind the throne, it had a seal on it but your destroyed it when you turned into a Terraka and used Gate... Once you open it and head down the stairs you'll enter a cavern. It isn't large, just a straight tunnel down to a larger opening.. It'll look like you're at the bottom of a huge pit. The palace is built over it. At the centre of that pit is the well. An ornate arch structure made of dark stone and purple runes... Beorin placed a cursed dome around it. Shattering the dome and feeding the Well some mana should do the trick." From the way he was talking it would appear that the King could go no further. Or moreso that he was reluctant to do so in his state.
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Being told that the man before him was little more than a corpse, not even worthy of being called alive. William couldn't help but feel some semblance of pity and anger for such an insistence, and the presumption that he considers him to be alive just his rationality says so. It went beyond that, to this point in his life all the good his 'rationality' has amounted to squat. He has seen true power beyond mortal understanding. And only lived thanks to a technicality on the terms of a being so detestable that it defies all he believed in justice... Yet he is sickened by happy he was by that technicality. Wilhelm 's eyebrows furrowed as he went on and on... The only thing abnormal he could see was the dismal will to survive surrounded by warped traumas of the past. "You seem to have me mistaken. I heard you just fine. It doesn't matter what I think, my rationality? I could give less of damn about it. Just about everything in this era has defied all my rational expectations. But in my experience with the undead, alive is more of a nice way of saying that they aren't crazed monsters yet. You still qualify."
As the third degree started Wilhelm started to get the feeling that more was going on with Lincoln, not just warped personifications of his sisters but even more personalities atop his own? He couldn't tell how many but it seems that here was definitely something else living inside Lincoln, using him as a vessel of sorts to... What...? Protect him?
The strange warped voice that spoke up aside Lincoln's own certainly hurt his ears, even his patron shivering away through their connection. But he didn't know if it was fear... Or anticipation. Those otherworldly eyes were certainly a good clue that another being besides the fractures personalities was dwelling inside the Reincarnated Lincoln... It was all too odd. "Took pity...? Because of his whole state? Out the kindness of your heart right?" He didn't for a second believe this being would just do this out of pity, he had a very negative bias with higher beings thanks to his... Exposure to a certain sort.
He continued to follow Lincoln out into the open road, looking back to the village one last time before it would start to pass over the horizon. But his eyes do move back to the sword that was once Lucy... Again the uneasy feeling starts to rise up from his chest as he can sense a soul... But it... It was just... Wrong. With a sudden thought popping into his head he looked to the rest of the blades as he was starting to get riled up. "Wait... Are those their original souls or... Recreations?"
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Zocom: The Aftermath
Ever since the Wabachan King chose to brave the warped Fortress City of Lands End alone, ZUK forces were brought into the area with care to help with civilian relocation to a safe zone away from the city so they can be tested for Fabled blood to see if they need to be held separately to avoid a sudden Lost outbreak. Prisoners of war were also taken in for questioning and screening, those free of the Mad God's corrupted blood were taken to be screened for traces of altered minds and possible rehab for such.
Though as all this was happening a Dragoon accompanied by two Zero's pulled the King aside to debrief him of an string of incidents... Even under the helmet the Dragoon sounded shaken.
The unwelcomed news certainly didn't do the young King any good either. A long silence following his own troubled stare of disbelief "Is everything you said accurate...?" He hoped that it was just some trick, paranoia plaquing his people or perhaps some sort of trick of Salem's or another third party or just some still scattered loyalists to that terror doing what they can to make sure they never forget...
"I'm sure your highness... We have eye witnesses that confirm it. They all heard his voice, saw the mania in his eyes... Saw him using his signature spell on what security those facilities had... William is alive. And has Prince John as an unwilling helper." The Dragoon kept his gaze on the troubled King, the young man's unease was palpable.
"On top of that my king... Several items of extreme importance were stolen by him. Several of which were kept secret from us by your brother John. Including experimental mechs and weapons, magi-tech shield prototypes and a experimental interplanetary Portal prototype. Alongside... The Flagship we had been developing beside Wabachan scientists in the mountains."
"WHAT?! He stole Hopes Progress?? How the hell did he have the manpower to pull off this large a heist..." Exasperation and anger filled the King, not only with himself for not thinking to look more into his brothers disappearance but to allow their first Flagship to be stolen was a complete mess. That ship was supposed to display that Zocom could take its first steps into standing on its own feet... As it stands this will prove that they will need stricter supervision.
The young king turned away from the soldiers to look to the distant Lands End, chewing on the nail of his thumb in agitation while worried thoughts clouded his mind that effected everything they have done up until now. "If William still has John captive then he has access to- Dear Goddess. Message the scientists that have access to Overload! They need to shut him down at once!"
The sudden urgent snap of the King's voice had the Dragoon at attention, though the worrying revelation that their S3 robot was a potential weapon of William's certainly got the Dragoon moving to start shouting down his helmets comm unit and get the word out of these potential breaches in security. All of Prince john's access codes had to be immediately suspended.
Beads of sweat rolled down Zack's face as he worries they might be too late to stop Overload if he has been tampered with. They don't have any other S3's nearby to suppress the Robot besides those that are now nearby, watching the Templar City. His mind races with potential threats, worrying that William plans to come back with all guns blazing... This heist, the theft of their Flagship and John's hidden cashes only proved to bore another dent in the young King's splintering resolve. His belief in his own right to the throne shaken with Salem and now William happily just slaughter his people as they pleased while he could do nothing and watch as others solve the problems.
Though with all the worries of the weapons William has stolen his mind stops on one detail that derailed him... "William was only seen at the site for the Portal. Why didn't he personally appear to steal the ship? Is he looking to... Leave Immensus?" The idea was bizarre but rationally it may make sense. He cannot possess Zocom now that it has Wabachan backing. So he would have to try somewhere else to rule... Right?
Zack would like to believe that William would see reason and cut his losses and go elsewhere... But he knew William, he was a stubborn and driven Psychopath who won't give up the throne, not after he lied, cheated and murdered his way into obtaining it the first time. In his mind he lost it due to the treachery of a minion under his employ... "Did he steal all of this so he could further his goal of revenge first before coming back...? We know too little. Whatever this means I'll have to inform the ZUK council and King Wudlund once he's of sound mind.. I can already tell I'm going to have many sleepless nights over this."
The human mind is indeed a fragile thing. So easily warped and broken. And yet so filled with mysteries that to this day there are many who try to discern what makes it tick. Uncover what makes strange quirks like people being so into amputation that they cut off their own limbs. And so when you add trauma into the mix, the brain often produces strange responses.
One outcome is that with enough trauma, a person can be locked in the mental state of a child much longer than normal, and for some cases it could last for the rest of their life.
Whether or not the source of the trauma may be accurate aside. Lincoln does show the signs of a child. While not displaying blatant signs of trauma. The scars lines on his psyche suggest his mental state is not quite right in comparison to normal people.
The most notable childlike trait is his apparent refusal to pay attention to the outside world. Children who have suffered want nothing more than to shut themselves in. To hide in their room and never go beyond the threshold of their home. They don’t want to go outside. It’s cold and uncaring out there.
So they stay in their room where they know it’s safe and familiar. And to them, they are in a whole other world where nothing can get to them. Running on their logic if they don’t pay attention to what is out there. Then nothing will pay attention to them.
In regards to these strange woods. There is a sense that neither of the two vestiges could detect what’s occurring here. For a long time it seemed that Lincoln erected strong enough walls to block them out. But structured in such a way that Lincoln can still faintly sense what’s going on out there. Like a cage high above the rest of the world.
It’s further seen just how much the vestiges know little of what is going on with the true Lincoln. The Soldier responded to Wilhelm when he asked whether they did it out of pity or love. “I only did what I was built to do. He on the other hand has no answer to that anymore. Not that I blame him, There isn’t much he can do.” For the emanation wasn’t whole enough to be considered a truly intelligent being.
At the moment they possess no further understanding. Or even come up with a plan of action. The Soldier’s role is to endlessly struggle. The Emanation’s role is to pity. With them combined it makes sense in hindsight why they have always got themselves into conflict across their many lives. Because that’s all they can do.
Wilhelm’s next inquiry made the two vestiges uneasy. “We...don’t know. He gave me words to have some control over them. But, I don’t feel that I was the one to have made them dormant again.” On Myriad’s end in terms of understanding, Lincoln was the one to have done that.
Lincoln felt the Soldier getting out of his room. And instead of confronting him to duel for dominance. He did what a child would. Take his stuff and leave. Outside wasn’t warm and fun anymore. It wasn’t going how he wanted it to go.
The visible memories give some more context to Myriad. When the Emanation put the Soldier in the room he went to an idyllic place to bait a reaction from Lincoln. It worked, as the place looked like a fun place to play in.
To stretch actual limbs beneath a real sun. Away from any chaotic place. To pretend they were normal people. And thanks to nothing ever happening in the town. Nothing had truly threatened the veil of his fantasy until now.
And so he doesn’t want to be out anymore. There’s also a sense that Lincoln doesn’t like either of his tenets. He places a lot of blame on the both of them for everything.
According to these recent memories. Not everyone was happy with them either when they were brought back into this space. A fight broke out, Lincoln had to intervene. They were in “Time-out corners” with Lana being the sole one to not be punished by Lincoln. Having had not partaken in the scuffle because she was by Lincoln’s side as if she were truly his loyal canine companion.
Who or what Lana is was certainly a mystery. There was a distinct sense that she is and isn’t Lincoln’s little sister. And Lincoln knows this as well. That this wolf wasn’t his little sister he lost so long ago. But she was still Lana. Just not the same one.
The light fades from the woodlands. A strange change ripple to herald the coming of the night. The snow covered ground began to emit a shaded red glow. The trees turn pitch black as red, childlike markings appear all around them. The fog recedes. Despite the seemingly surreal change, it didn’t feel sinister. But festive.
The way the trees are decorated is reminiscent of holidays where people regard death in a positive light. Much like the Day of the Dead in Chiliean Mexico. And like the fable surrounding said revered days and nights. Things seem to be closer to the dead. For black shades with an orange aura began to emerge about in the forest in slow numbers at first.
Lincoln also experienced a minor change. His white robes turned orange. The strange, intestine halo was ignited with a strange, otherworldly flame. Twinkling with black stars from nameless skies.
The odd child took notice of the men first. Rather than being spook as one might expect. He instead faces them, tilt his head confusingly. “Tonight’s not the night for the Kaninchenjagd Hour is it? Jeez, I must really do have a lot on my mind if that slips from me.” He seems to be mistaking them for something else.
He continues to gaze at them while Lana comes back into view. Her form changing mid-stride which seems to be an innate skill rather than the effect of the forest. Still retaining the general size, she turned into a centaur like being.
A dirty blonde draft horse with six legs for a body while in place of the head was the upper body of a woman. Her hair was a thick, blonde mane that rolled down her back and enough on the front to provide convenient censorship. From atop her head springs a pair of grand antlers on par with the Irish elk.
She galloped while scooping up Lincoln on the pass. Heaving him up on her back much to his surprise. “Those aren’t our friends, Lincoln.” The new centaur Lana spoke with a coherent, human voice with a tinge of weariness. Having sensed that those gunmen weren’t ones Lincoln let out.
Meaning they weren’t natural.
“They weren’t?” Lincoln grabs a thick bundle of Lana’s mane to steady himself on Lana. He looks out into the dark woods that are becoming “alive”. Passing strangely shaped shades that they seem to know.
Passing by on the left was a humanoid phantom standing at forty feet. It’s head was a pair of sirens that constantly emits garbled transmission and white noises. It, like many others, doesn't seem to pay the siblings any attention.
Up ahead was a large lizard-like phantom that Lana hopped over with grace. Then sidestepping a motionless phantom that vaguely possesses a peanut shaped body. The diversity in shape and size of the phantoms continue to be seen as Lana continues to trot forward with haste.
Lincoln furrowed his brow. Scooting closer to Lana’s upper body to lean against her bushy wall of mane. He let out a sad, tired sigh. “This place really can’t last forever.” Childlike bitterness crept into his voice.
“It’s their fault! If they hadn’t dragged us through so many places we could have been able to stay here forever! And now, now they drew attention to us…” His anger was quickly spent. Having already expressed his feelings on the matter again, again and again.
Turns out with eternity, even a child will have exhausted every excuse before being left with the ugly truth sitting right there in front of him. And as of late he has been slowly coming around to acknowledge it.
“I just...wanted to play here. I...didn’t want to go out there. When I was first “reborn”, I was willing to go out and give it a chance. But they brought me to such a chaotic galaxy. Those Desmondians were brutes! Raiders and warlords who only care about fighting. It was all the same. So I went back here and I never give the outside a chance ever again.”
It didn’t matter if he was reborn in worlds there weren’t as chaotic. To him, the universe was a cold and empty place. There’s no value to it. Everything there is inherently meaningless. You need to put value in something in order to appreciate it.
So for Lincoln, he values nothing out there. Therefore it meant nothing for him. There is only one thing he puts value in.
Lana didn’t have much to comment as she heard about this old chapter of Lincoln’s life. She lets him process his emotions. As he’s finally coming around to facing reality. “We had fun here. It’s funny, time is wobbly between here and outside. Out there, we can vaguely feel that millions of years have passed. But in here, it felt timeless. I just never imagined it would have an end.”
He leaned his head against her back. “Did you have fun, Lans?” His tone was that of a child who knew he can’t stop the clock. No matter how much he wants to lash out at change as a typical child would. He just doesn’t have the energy to be blind to the truth.
“Oh big brother, of course I did.” Lana spoke warmly. “And I know everyone else did as well. It may not be what we imagined when you approached each of us in our darkest moments and led us here. But the experiences we shared together is something we cherish above all else.”
Lana continues to keep her pace. Aiming to get to a destination as swiftly as possible. Lincoln took her words in before responding. “What do you think about the outside world?”
“Too civilized.” Lana was quick to respond. “I didn’t like having to wear clothing. Especially around you. I prefer the freedom of the wilderness more.” She paused. Reflecting on her memories under a real sun. “But in the end I loved it.”
Lincoln held a thoughtful gaze to nothing in particular. “It was nice...If I had one small regret. It would be freaking that Wilhelm person out.” He had seemed nice. Even though he doesn’t care for him fully. It was still a moment where he seemed okay for them to be around. And now those two meanies weren’t making it any easier for him from what he could faintly sense.
He looked out into the forest. Eyes skim over the many passing phantoms. “I can still remember the beginning of all of this. Back then, I was alone. And bored. In that first life, I could sense what was happening out there. The misfits and rejects locked away in rooms never to see the light of day. I reached out to them and imprinted them into the forest.”
The shadows were a collection he amassed over his many lifetimes. Echoes of monsters and abnormal beings that weren’t allowed to walk among normal society. “Time passes and you realize that no matter how many friends you make. They didn’t make you whole.” Lana carries his train of thought.
Letting out a murmur in agreement he spoke once more. “I was confused for a long while. Then I started to overhear conversations between those two. The Rock talked about odd stuff. But I came to understand it. And experimented with it. I got really good at it. I began to see strange and cool things. Other worlds even on different streams of time.”
“Must have taken a while on who you wanted to bring back here with you.” Lana said in a chirpy manner. She knew that it was a sheer chance that he happened to stumble across her worldline. Regardless she likes to believe that there was an element of fate to it.
“It was.” He softly nods. “There were so many. Like grains of sand flowing in the air around me. As if they were stars and I was just very bid. The dark ones were what drew me in. I sympathized with the gloominess. And then I saw each of you guys in different places across it. And...at that point I didn’t care that you girls weren’t my original sisters. You were still my sisters, no matter what you did, no matter what worlds you all came from.”
He didn’t care that Lily was an eco-terrorist misanthrope. Nor bat an eye at Lisa’s misdeeds that could make Heinrich Himmler himself blush. Or be bothered that Lucy caused the apocalypse. All of them were grim versions of what he remembers his own sisters as. But at that point he took what he got.
“It was a rough beginning. You were all at odds at each other. It took a very long time until we saw each other as family. Since then, I felt complete. You girls were all I needed.” He leans closer against Lana. Threading his arms through her mane to hug Lana.
A structure came into view. Or rather multiple built next to each other. An extensive tree fort that saw many renovations and upgrades over the eons. A gate bearing a large sigil across it opened for them to pass through.
Lincoln dismounted his sister as they rode up to a building built into a large tree. His sister shifts forms once more. Shrinking down into the shape of a child the same size as Lincoln. The siblings head on inside. The place was special for it was more guarded than the other places. It would give them or more specifically Lincoln time to come to terms with this drastic change in their lives.
Once inside, Lincoln reaches out to tell the rest of his siblings that they are not timed out anymore. He could hear varying levels of grumbling on the other end. The first to meet up with the two siblings was Lisa. Who likes them is the same size. Wearing a typical lab coat.
“How are you faring dear brother?” It was Lisa who said that. Drawing near her brother to clasp his hand with her own. For the most part she was obviously concerned with Lincoln. But there was a part of her who was pleased that Lincoln was finally making a step forward. It was progress that she had been waiting for a very long time. And she was proud of Lincoln for it.
“I’m managing.” He accepts the gesture. Enjoying the warmth of Lisa’s hand in his own. “It’s just, taking a moment to take in the fact that this place is not safe anymore. Why do these things want us so badly?” As noted before he could vaguely discern what is going on outside. In his eyes, he’s a small fish in a big pond.
Lisa squeezed his hand to interrupt that self-defeating train of thought. “You’re too hard on yourself.” For clear reasons. It had taken countless years for Lincoln to understand that it wasn’t his fault that his original sisters died that night. There was nothing he could do to stop it, he was only a child.
When they came together and got to a point to not be aggressive towards each other. They agree to actually work together, in the start they all had mutual interest in helping Lincoln. Which is easier said than done considering they needed to deal with their own personal issues first. After that hurdle was overcome they truly started to become a family. Something her past self wouldn’t have thought was possible.
“From my analysis it’s only natural that these “demons” would take an interest in you. Yes, it’s true that Immensus is a large world. So vast that it’s safe to assume that the number of sectors is above the duodecillions and that’s on the low side of estimations. The possibility is very high that there can be a googol sentient lifeforms on Immensus alone. However, the key difference here is that you’ve been infused with energies of extraterrestrial origin. Making you statistically unique on an astronomical level.” Lincoln listened to her words. The numbers escaped him but he could understand the gist of it.
“What’s more. While it’s true that being a reincarnator is hardly unique. The cases I found were entirely isolated in one sector. While you’ve been going all across Immensus.” Lincoln has heard that Avatars in the Bending Sector have been cycling through lives for far longer than he had. But compared to them he can see that he experienced more things than they ever could there.
“Alright, alright I get it. Thank you Lisa.” When she put it like that. Lincoln was starting to comprehend the value that he holds. While he’s not a good fighter like the Soldier. He has an innate understanding of the otherworldly power that flows through his metaphorical veins. Came to culminate more greater knowledge on what he can do with it. It was how he is able to hold dominion over the shades and his sisters, all strong in their own right, when they get into brawls.
Regardless, he still thought of himself as a child. By this time the rest of his sisters funnel into the room. All the same size. Mentally speaking to one another as thoughts are faster to get across than actually thinking them. They were still alert and quite annoyed at recent events. At the moment their collective thoughts were on the fact that their haven may finally be compromised.
Lincoln looked at his gathered siblings. Memories of their time here swam across his vision. It hurts that this place is not whole anymore. That he will need to step outside to face the noise whether he wants to or not.
Back out in the real world, the two vestiges were getting a sense of foreboding that some great change was about to occur. The Emananation especially, ingrained in its very existence it knows this feeling. The sensation of a Dreamer rising from its aeon long slumber. What will the Corpse crumble away to reveal it did not know. All it knows is that when it arises, the two vestiges may not exist to see sunrise.
Oh.
Oh my.
ZOCOM and Gavilain
As you can see, John and I like to one up the other.
Don't even get me started on peen measuring contests. It takes more than a mere man to best me when it comes to such triffles
*coughs in old TGC shenanigains*
Also Wabacha, Monster Hunter. I have it now. So before I get started which is better. Keyboard or Controller?
Lol. Also I guess Sirenhead is a honorary SCP in your books, unless something changed recently that he actually has a page now.
Also, I'll let you know now, since I won't have the time for large posts for a while, pulling things from alternate universes, when there is no universe beyond this one, is a pretty, preeeeetty big deal. There's only one way to get around the universe's Creator's rule, and that will make things very interesting if you're wanting to go down that route.
Honestly surprised Nurse hasn't said anything about it since he's the one who set up the afterlife in the first place. Carver's the biggest offender. He doesn't have the time to be babysitting one singular ghost who refuses to move on. He should have given her the choice then split to continue his list of millions of dead waiting to receive their afterlife.
It's true, last time I became a housewife with two kids a dog and a 9-5 husband with a two story house in the 1960's 'burbs of Chicago. That reminds me I have to get back to the laundry.
Awesome, first off I guess it depends on what you're already used to using. I honestly don't know how good the keyboard controls are since I've always used controller, so I only know one of the options.
Alright, time to explain where I've been for a week. I left on a trip to go visit family what isn't doing to well about ten days ago or so out in Oregon. Due to the snow that flew through the Rockies the week before I was like "nuh uh" and decided to go south this time around. Took a southern route and went through Louisiana, ol 'Bama, and spent some time in Eastern Texas. HOWEVER, what put me under radio silence was an accident I was a part of in the middle of know where desert that left me stranded in a tiny town with no way in or out for an ENTIRE WEEK. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Luckily I had my computer so it wasn't the worst but my car wouldn't start after the crash. So its probably totaled, but the claim is going by sooooo sloooowly. I finally got a ride to a town an hour and a half away where I had a rental set up, but it was just a mess. I'm able to post now since the town was in a terrible connection.
But I'm fine, just some scrapes and blistering on my right arm from the airbag that's healing great, lost the left arm, I'm in a rental now and sending this from Arizona and back on my trip.
Holy balls, glad to hear you're okay. Sounds like you've had an adventure
Do you have a sick robot arm now or no?
Nah I just grew it back.
Oh right you're a yoshi
Bro, that's what you wanted to call about while I was at work last night? Jeeeeesus, glad you're okay. Sorry about your car
I've been too busy with work, job hunting and my streams to be keeping up with the RMB. If it wasn't a couple sentences or I wasn't tag, I honestly haven't read it.
Which brings me to a nice segway, I'm getting a job with Fed Ex. I all but have the job secured, I just need glasses (which I just got back home from finding out, as if I haven't known that for 10 years). So I got an eye appointment scheduled for Monday to take care of that.
Haha yeah, I was gonna call since I was on the highway at the time and calling was safer than big Boi texts.
That's fantastic! Are you going to be yeeting packages at people's houses or working in a plant?
That is hardcore.
Also not good for me. You can still kick my ass in for honor now xD
Mwahaha!
I'm going to be yeeting packages. My route will send me to one of three towns on any given day. Die, Point or Sher. I'll end up making a couple hundred more every month, I'll be back on days so I won't be nocturnal anymore, AND the difference in income should make up for what I was missing to be able to move out. Eventually. We'll see on that part, once I start getting the new checks and can physically see what my actual income would be to start figuring a budget out.
Also, started skimming the reaper post...oh no.
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