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Sounds like a good ol' lose-lose situation.
Dreamersistan and Technocratic tagalog
June 25, 1914,
Off the Coast of an Unnamed Island
He had sat in that ship for little over two hours, the men on here were brilliant, yet so so stupid. They had been given one little formula and they acted as if it were the original Diadism Bible. “It will make life so much easier” “All your
Problems slip away” they had said. Obviously Ichiro had not grown up in the right era, one of swords, little gun fights, and big flashy army. But Ichiro saw what most Intors did not, [i]a chance. A chance to finally step out of the shadows and make one grand leap into center stage. His nation had been seen as barbaric for its entire existence and there was no way in all of the underworld he would ever let that happen again.[/i]
“Fire again.” He ordered
One of the many “scientists” on board hobbled around do to his weak sea legs. Eventually falling flat in front of Ichiro.
“But sir we’re not sure if it’s the right mix, obviously the first one worked as you saw but were trying-“
“Fire Again.”
He stopped and whilst debating who to let down, starred Ichiro in the face for the first time since he saw him at his election. The man was clean however when you looked into his eyes you assumed he was covered in blood, rampaging like an ancient berserker.
“Right away sir.”
It was about time that people ought to respect me like that, he thought. He watched over the small inhabitants of the island, until suddenly a loud boom was heard as one of the great cannons of the battleship launched out onto the island a single shell. It was like an amazing firework as it landed a green and yellowed has grew tumorously as a tumultuous shriek of terror came from the animal inhabitants of the island cried out.
“It actually worked...”
Man had discovered its fire once more, and the Intorese had finally done the same.
wait what
Dreamersistan and The death syndicate
Is this the gas formula(s) I gave you for my special blend?
Dreamersistan and Intoriorem
11% Adamsite
11% Lewisite
11% Chloromethyl chloroformate
33% Sulfur Mustard
33% Phosgene
It is 5 different individual gasses in these proportions.
Dreamersistan and Intoriorem
There are other ways to charge ur laptop. It's a battery, a charging point and an inverter. with a bit of brains, google, and lucc, u can be bacc in business
Hey I know this isn’t very popular on here but could I possibly get someone to draw uniforms for my soldiers? If not it’s no biggie I may try and find a friend in IRL... I just don’t know who I could ask.
Mail Delivery Man
“Hey Aren’t you a little young to do that?”
Phineas:
“Yes, yes we are.”
Mail Delivery Man:
“Ok.”
Oh my god your alive
1980s England. A new delivery man drops down from his ride. The old driver points him in the direction. The road is so bad, they can't get down there. He winces, but decides to make the journey on foot.
He makes his visits to the houses in this rural area. He has one letter left. It's addressed to the house most dilapidated in the entire area. He grimaces and trudges up to it. He hears sounds from inside the home. It's old music. He knows what's making he sound. He used to be a sound engineer at a music studio. It's a victrola. He knocks.
An old voice asks him to enter. He does. A young, short woman in a shawl is swinging on an ancient rocking chair. She's pretty in an old school way.
He says hello, and introduces himself as the new postman.
She asks where the old one is. He tells her that the gentleman has away from old age. She laments for him.
The girl asks why he has such a sour expression on his face. He wants to deliver the letter and leave, but she insisnts. He opens up to her about the loss of his job and prospects, and taking this job out of extreme need. A temp job offered to non-govt civilians. He thinks the post office will die soon.
She talks to him about life and the importance of moments. She is younger than him, but very wise. She makes him realize how futile hating the moment is. He leaves a little bit happier.
Every time he visits, he learns more from her. And she tells him to give her information about the world, and how things happen. He asks why she doesn't leave or get with the times. She says she was sworn to keep her ancestral ways, and she's a severe introvert. Agoraphic. He continues to discuss life with her, and begins to appreciate his job more. Smiling. Becoming a true postman, in love with his job. He falls in love with her.
He arrives one day out of the. He has a letter in which he's expressed his love for her. He realizes the road is being developed. The postman has arrived with a friend. He seems annoyed and isn't talking to the new guy. He decides to visit the house anyway, avoiding the crowd. An elderly man from the village stops him. He says he wants to visit the lady, but the man tell him she's gone. He asks where. The elderly gentleman tells her, the woman passed away in the 1940s. Long ago. She left because of the construction, and the fact the place is too crowded.
He says, it's not possible. He's met her a bunch of times. The man shows him why the place has no road.. the road and house were bombed during WW2. The house survived but the girl living in there didn't. The old gentleman asks him to steady himself, as the postman is shaken.
The postman leaves the letter in the basket. He throws himself into the construction spot and dies. People yell and they stop the construction machines
A decade later, a different postman passes by the area. He sees the house and the broken road. The incomplete construction. He passes by the house and hears the Victrola. Two people are dancing inside, one wearing an old postman-like uniform.
Pakitsk and Intoriorem
IKR! And to answer your question Karatol, no, it’s not an election.
Cool, I killed the chat
how is the chat dead? It's impossible!
Oh you still exist
i always have existed, i just lurk, with a bottle of vodka and a shotgun; ready to crush germans.
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