Strange and Unusual Characters

[Escapen321]

She breathes on your neck, while you warmup the engines. Angie standing at about 5 feet tall, armed usually with illegal paraphernalia, such as make-shift spears and firethrowers. And robust word-play. Wait what is the point of this? Oh, yeah. Angie Elderson, robust like criminal refugee, stalks her way through the station, as she prowls & hunts for the pungent scent of masculinity, armed for the take-down, she runs them all into submission. Once it has been told, that she would turn on those who actively played well. The reason being, suspiciously erotic, unusually so. However rewarding, and pleasant, Angie the robust whore pounces on the unsuspecting. And tears their minds in two, always waiting for a man or woman who can actually play. She puts down her make-shift spear, disassembles her flamethrower and sprawls her underclothed victim onto any nearby table-ture, it does not matter. She is a legend amongst men, a terror amongst women, and actually does not give a #### about griefing, damn. The immersion, ever present, and growing, in their intent, and helping hands. She fumbles for words, with lightning fast reflexes, you are being griefed. However erotically, you choose to abstain from clicking on the adminhelp button, and find your ass being hugged from behind by a suspicipious woman-like entity.

[Quanti]

same

[Kraso]

i relate

[Escapen321]

"Ugh!" Angela stumbles sideways, as the hull rumples inwards. "Angela!" Derrick says, his magnetic boots stressing as if blown its capacitors. She screams, as the hull rips apart, the iron girders bend, the steel tiles whizz, as wires, pipes, tools, primary and secondary tech and equipment, all come together, in one last moment of revelation. Derrick watches in anx, as Angela's fingers tremble, she struggles for air and positions her mask, before being swept away, hope, snatched from her. As she gasps for air, her skin begins to blister, her arms begin to bruise, and Derrick awes, as her sillouhuette fades in contrast, to a singularity, that continues to shutter, and react beneath her. The blackness, "... Singularity loose." Derrick announces, "Funny." AI declares.

[Armhulen]

"Ugh!" Angela stumbles sideways, as the hull rumples inwards. "Angela!" Derrick says, his magnetic boots stressing as if blown its capacitors. She screams, as the hull rips apart, the iron girders bend, the steel tiles whizz, as wires, pipes, tools, primary and secondary tech and equipment, all come together, in one last moment of revelation. Derrick watches in anx, as Angela's fingers tremble, she struggles for air and positions her mask, before being swept away, hope, snatched from her. As she gasps for air, her skin begins to blister, her arms begin to bruise, and Derrick awes, as her sillouhuette fades in contrast, to a singularity, that continues to shutter, and react beneath her. The blackness, "... Singularity loose." Derrick announces, "Funny." AI declares.

>capacitors in magboots

NOT FUCKING CANNON

[Escapen321]

[holding magboots up] these are the real mccoy.
NO [smashing battery cell & rods together] THESE ARE NOT TOYS, THEY ARE THE REAL DEAL

[Kraso]

[Escapen321]

Captain's dead, AI laughs. "Rogue AI!" Tauriel shouts, to the barman, as the drunks cheer.