arresting athletics

M17UN4 M3G1D0. R4D DUD3, R4DD3R M0V35. 1 G07 4LL 7H3 71M3 1N 7H3 W0RLD 50 1F Y0U W4N7 70 74LK, 1'V3 G07 Y0UR 84CK. FR0N7. WH473V3R.

[asktheburgundyheir]

R4G3 QU17 4ND 3X1573N714L15M

MITUNA: 0R WHY 7R0LL N317ZCH3 W45 4 L177L3 817CH 45 5H0WN 1N 7H15 V1D30 

MITUNA: 5URG30N 51MUL470R 15 4 73574M3N7 70 7H3 M1CR07R18UL4710N5 4ND M3G44NN0Y4NC35 0F 831NG 4 7R0LL 1N 7H3 CURR3N7 C3N7URY, 45 1 D35CR183 1N MY L457 V1D30, “D0C70R7UR3R 2: 7H3 R370R7UR1NG”, 8U7 70N1GH7 W3R3 G01NG 70 G0 M0R3 1N70 D3741L 0N H0W 7H3 M0V3M3N7S 0F 7H3 H4ND 4ND F1NG3R5 5YM80L1Z3 7H3 F41LUR35 0F 7H3 83F0R4N 3MP1R3 70 4CC0UN7 F0R 7H3 D357RUC71V3 73ND3NC135 0F 7R0LLK1ND

MITUNA: 7H3 D154PP34R4NC3 0F 7H3 PU5H3R 2 M1NU735 1N? 7H47 4C7U4LLY 5YM80L1Z35 7H3 1NCR3451NG 1NDU57R14L1Z4710N 0F 7H3 CULL1NG 80DY, 45 17 W3N7 FR0M 5Y573M 0F 50C14L UPL1F71NG 70 PR0F17-4ND-3G0-DR1V3N PSU3D0QU4DR4N715M

MITUNA: 7H3 PU5H3R 15 0N 7H3 FL00R, 7H3 MU51C N34RLY G0N3, 8U7 7H3 H4ND D035 N07 L1F7. 7H15 15 H0W 50C137Y 3NF0RC35 1N5717U710N4L1Z3D P4R4D1GM-534RCH1NG 0U7 0F 4 M15GU1D3D D351R3 70 H3LP 7R0LLK1ND F1ND M34N1NG 1N N07H1NGN355 0F 3X1573NC3, 0NLY 70 CR3473 4 7YRR4NY 0F Y0U KN0W WH47

MITUNA: 7H053 P30PL3 4R3 N0085 1 C4N7 3V3N 

MITUNA: FUCK

MITUNA: FUKC

[asktheburgundyheir]

G00D N3W5 455H475

MITUNA: WH47 7H3 FUCK 15 7H15 N3W F04M47

MITUNA: WH473V3R, FUCK17

MITUNA: 50 WH1L3 Y0U 1D1075 4R3 7RY1NG 0U7 8ULL5H17 ‘3X3CU71V3 5U173′ 4DD0N5 1V3 833N D01NG 5H17 W17H MY UNL1F3

MITUNA: 1V3 533N 1N70 7H3 V01D 4ND 17 5P0K3 70 M3

MITUNA: H3Y D4RKN355 MY 0LD M0IR41L, 5UP

MITUNA: 8U7 Y34H 1 C0NV3R73D 70 5C13N70L0GY 4ND 1M 7H1NK1NG 0F R3L3451NG 50M3 L375PL4Y5 F0R 7H3 R3L1G10U5 CR0WD

MITUNA: 175 480U7 37H1C5 1N UN1V3R53-4L73R1NG V1D30 G43M5

MITUNA: F1R57 V1DY4 DU3 1N 7H3 N3X7 CL1CK

[asktheburgundyheir]

before 2014 ends inbox me one thing you’ve always wanted to know or say to me and i have to reply to all of them

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: Is that a jab at my perceived bad temper o+r my pro+miscuity? I can’t even tell at this po+int, especially since bo+th issues are subjective at the best o+f times.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: 7H3 4N5W3R 15 Y35.

MITUNA: M47HM474C71710N’5 4N5W3R

MITUNA: WH475 W17H 7H3 FLU5H, H17 4 L177L3 CL053 70 H1V3 W17H 7H47 0N3???

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: Yes, yo+u wo+unded me deeply. I am o+verco+me with bo+th lust and deep shame fo+r my despicable behavio+ur.

PORRIM: I’ll wait while yo+u co+mmence in a ro+und o+f self-co+ngratulato+ry hand-slaps and o+bscene gestures fo+r yo+ur percieved acco+mplishment.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: L3RN2:54RC45M 83C4U53 Y0U 5UCK 47 17, 4MP0R4

MITUNA: JU57 83C4U53 Y0UV3 G07 4N0N5 G4GG1NG 4F73R Y0UR RUM8L35PH3R35 0R WH473V3R 1N4N3 FUCK3RY Y0UR FR0ND5 C4N WR1NG 0U7 0F 4 5QU15H804RD D035N7 M34N Y0U G37 4 FR33 R1D357U8 0N R38U774L5

MITUNA: 7H15 R0UND 0F M1DDL3 F1NG3R5 15 D3D1C47D 70 Y0UR W34K-455 8URN5

MITUNA: N3RD

[askthevioletmaid]

You are both pretty and intimidating. You are kinda scary and still really hella. Rock on.

PORRIM: Why thank yo+u. I’m go+ing to+ take that as a co+mpliment, even tho+ugh I like to+ think I’m at least so+mewhat appro+achable as peo+ple go. There is, ho+wever, a certain allure in being seen as intimidating  and fear-inspiring.

PORRIM: That said, please do+n’t let yo+ur nerves get in the way o+f speaking up if yo+u ever have so+mething yo+u’d like to+ say to+ me. I pro+mise I do+n’t bite witho+ut go+o+d reaso+n.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: 7H475 4 5734MY P1L3 0F H1L4R10U5 MU5CL3834575H17

MITUNA: Y0U C4N7 W417 70 G37 Y0UR 4NGL3RF15H F4NG5 1N70 3V3RY7H1NG 4ND 3V3RY0N3

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: Is that a jab at my perceived bad temper o+r my pro+miscuity? I can’t even tell at this po+int, especially since bo+th issues are subjective at the best o+f times.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: 7H3 4N5W3R 15 Y35.

MITUNA: M47HM474C71710N'5 4N5W3R

MITUNA: WH475 W17H 7H3 FLU5H, H17 4 L177L3 CL053 70 H1V3 W17H 7H47 0N3???

[askthevioletmaid]

You are both pretty and intimidating. You are kinda scary and still really hella. Rock on.

PORRIM: Why thank yo+u. I’m go+ing to+ take that as a co+mpliment, even tho+ugh I like to+ think I’m at least so+mewhat appro+achable as peo+ple go. There is, ho+wever, a certain allure in being seen as intimidating  and fear-inspiring.

PORRIM: That said, please do+n’t let yo+ur nerves get in the way o+f speaking up if yo+u ever have so+mething yo+u’d like to+ say to+ me. I pro+mise I do+n’t bite witho+ut go+o+d reaso+n.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: 7H475 4 5734MY P1L3 0F H1L4R10U5 MU5CL3834575H17

MITUNA: Y0U C4N7 W417 70 G37 Y0UR 4NGL3RF15H F4NG5 1N70 3V3RY7H1NG 4ND 3V3RY0N3

[asktheburgundyheir]

Draw Yourself: With an Alchemized weapon

[asktheburgundyheir]

Draw yourself with your wepon

[asktheburgundyheir]

Draw Yourself: Trollsona

[palolabg]

Draw Yourself As: Homestuck Edition

[askerisoltroll]

palolabg:

this is proooobably floating around tumblr already but I’m too bored to wait for it to pop up in my dash. so ask away!

Draw yourself as:

Normal outfit Alchemized outfit Dreamself God Tier Grimdark Trickster Trollsona Troll Ancestor Sprite Dead In your land With your weapon With an Alchemized weapon On your Quest Bed

(( for me the mun since munday :D ~ ))

[asktheburgundyheir]

Tagged by askthevioletmaid

Hey, I got tagged in this. Let’s see how much personal information I can post on the internet at one time.

Name: Dakota

Nicknames: Dak, DakCoats, Dakotes

Gender: cis female

Sexual orientation: aromantic, asexual

Height: 5’8”

Fav colour: grey (inb4 “it’s not a color”, I know), blue

Time and date at the moment: 3:50pm, December 17

Average hours of sleep a night: Anywhere from 5 to 8.

Last googled thing: “tv tropes Homestuck fridge horror”

First thing that comes to mind: “SCIENCE”

One place that makes you happy: Planet Earth is a pretty nice place. I like the college I go to, my house, Cape Cod, Burlington…

How many blankets you sleep under: One, usually.

Fav fictional character: I have a herd of beloved RP characters; for characters not my own, I’d have to say maybe Tony Stark/Iron Man. Either that or The Question, Mercutio, or the narrator from Tropic of Cancer.

Favorite animation: Shit, I guess it’d have to be Justice League Unlimited, followed by Stephen Universe.

Favorite tv show: Mad Money with Jim Cramer.

Favorite beverage: Monster Lo-Carb energy drink. (If you want to mail me a case of the shit.)

Favorite food: Macaroni and cheese with fish bits inside.

Last movie I saw in the cinemas: Interstellar. (Go see it; it’s an excellent movie with great visuals and an especially poignant message that I think our entire generation should take to heart.)

Dream wedding: One where I’m only getting married for the insurance/tax breaks.

Dream holiday: Road trip across the Continental United states, maybe going into Canada or Mexico along the way.

Dream job: High-school biology teacher.

Tagging: unstableanime, hashtag-ranting-queen, askpurplebloodmeulin, askgutsygnostic 

[asktheburgundyheir]

When was the last time you got some action?

MITUNA: W3HN 7H3 FUCK D0 Y0U 7H1NK

MITUNA: 1 5C0R3 L1K3 MY P057-5CR47CH S3LF D1D 17

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: SHUT UP.

> You fist your claws harder in the stretchy fabric of Mituna’s jumpsuit, shaking him like a barkbeast who’s caught a particularly unrepentant scurryvermin. Indignation burns hot and black at the back of your throat and trembles down to your wanderstumps.

PORRIM: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE ACT AS IF I HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE ANGRY.

> You free one hand and send it cracking across his face.

PORRIM: MY BODY IS NOT PUBLIC PROPERTY.

> Smack.

PORRIM: I AM NOT HERE FOR YOUR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT.

> Smack.

PORRIM: AND I WILL DIE AGAIN BEFORE I LIE DOWN AND TAKE YOUR CONSTANT HARASSMENT WITHOUT COMMENT!

> Smack smack smack smack smack.

PORRIM: RAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!

[asktheburgundyheir]

> It’s kind of hard to do anything besides lie there like the raddest noodle in the hoofbroth and try to prevent your nug from flailing back and forth by the force of her slaps. Zapping her isn’t even doing shit - she’s just continuing to hit you because some unfair fUCKING ADVANTAGE of seadweller anatomy or being dead or something means she can keep doing it. Either that or you’ve pissed in her grubflakes so hardcore now that she doesn’t even care. You have to admit that the thought’s pretty fucking rad to contemplate. 

> Yeah, that’s what you did. You broke Porrim, and now she’s finally not pretending to be high-class when she’s just as much of a tempramental fuckup as any fucknub in this shitty death breakfast. Of course, you think this just as she hauls you up again to keep yelling about how she has a right to be angry. Well, she doesn’t have the right to suck, and she’s been doing that for a while.

MITUNA: W 0W CL4M 7H3 FUCK D0WN 4 LR 34DY 

MITUNA: C0NGR475, Y0U 4R3 DR4GG3D D0WN 70 7R0LL15H L3V3L5, 3NJ0Y FUCK1GN UP 1N 7H15 M4R14N15 7R3NCH 0F 3X1573NC3

MITUNA: 1F Y0U K33P 813NG 50 FUCK1NG 70UCHY Y0 M1GH7 H0P3 UP 4 W4Y 70 R3D13

MITUNA: WH0 FUCK1GN C4R35

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: I WILL CLAM DOWN WHEN I AM GOOD AND READY, YOU SLIMY LEECH.

PORRIM: IF YOU THINK YOU CAN TORMENT ME INCESSANTLY WITHOUT FEAR OF RESPONSE OR REPRISAL THEN YOU HAVE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING.

> Flaring your fins as far as they’ll go, you tighten your grip on Mituna’s cheap excuse for a torso covering, heedless of the psionic energy causing the muscles of your arms to clench and spasm painfully, and pull your lips back from your fangs to snarl in his face.

PORRIM: LET ME BE CLEAR.

PORRIM: I have run OUT o+f patience when it co+mes to+ yo+ur shit, Mituna.

PORRIM: I have been mo+re fo+rgiving than yo+u deserve, and if yo+u tho+ught I wo+uld just let yo+u get away with yo+ur BULLSHIT fo+rever…

> Words fail you. In that moment, all you can think to do is pull Mituna closer, to close that last few inches of distance and cover his filthy, sneering mouth with your own. Suddenly the grip of your claws in his jumpsuit is less blatantly threatening than it is simply provocative, possessive even, as as you drag him near to release the worst of your frustration in a reckless and yet oh-so-satisfying kiss.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: W47

> Apparently paradox space is hitting the soporifics hard tonight, because all of a sudden it's Porrim's lips on yours and it's sort of the bestworst thing you've experienced in bubblelife. You'd rate it up there with sexily picking at scabs, because what the fuck is Porrim even doing who the fuck does she even think she fucking is to just pull this shit and then act like she's the sane one.

>It's kind of cold, like making out with a thermal hull, but in a sexy way.

MITUNA: Y0U L0V3 MY 8ULL5H17 D0N7 3V3N FR0N7

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, MITUNA.

> Your fist makes a nice conduit for the rage boiling inside your bile bladder as you plough it into Mituna’s face hard enough to have pain flaring across your knuckles. The prick goes flying—he’s lighter than you thought; must be his empty brain case—which means you have to go after his flailing carcass on foot. You aren’t done with him yet. You have him right where you want him, and he isn’t getting away just because he sailed off after a little pop to the face.

PORRIM: YOU WANT TO PISS ME OFF? CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON THE PRIZE.

[asktheburgundyheir]

> You wind up skidding at least half a grubball playlength before physics decides to be your friend again. Snarling, you flip yourself over and sit up, ready to spring to your feet and zap the shit out of Porrim. So she thinks she hot grubshit now? She thinks she’s got the upper claw because she got a good hit in for once in her miserable life-and-death timespan? You show her - she may be pissed off and cheating with her fucking obnoxious seadweller strength, but you know what? You’re still better. YOU’VE got the upper claw here.

> Turns out she’s got two upper claws actually - two of her FUCKING SLIMY GRABFRONDS IN YOUR JUMPSUIT SINCE SHE DECIDED TO RUN OVER AND START SHAKING YOU. Your ability to snarl out sicknasty burns is hampered by the fact that your remaining fangs are rattling in your nugbone.

MITUNA: 5DKJFNKD5Y 34 H H0W 480U 7 7H47

MITUNA: WH 0 5 7H3 WR1GGL3R N0W P0RR1M HUH

MITUNA: FUCK1GN F15H817CH

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: SHUT UP.

> You fist your claws harder in the stretchy fabric of Mituna’s jumpsuit, shaking him like a barkbeast who’s caught a particularly unrepentant scurryvermin. Indignation burns hot and black at the back of your throat and trembles down to your wanderstumps.

PORRIM: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE ACT AS IF I HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE ANGRY.

> You free one hand and send it cracking across his face.

PORRIM: MY BODY IS NOT PUBLIC PROPERTY.

> Smack.

PORRIM: I AM NOT HERE FOR YOUR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT.

> Smack.

PORRIM: AND I WILL DIE AGAIN BEFORE I LIE DOWN AND TAKE YOUR CONSTANT HARASSMENT WITHOUT COMMENT!

> Smack smack smack smack smack.

PORRIM: RAAAAUUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!

[asktheburgundyheir]

> It's kind of hard to do anything besides lie there like the raddest noodle in the hoofbroth and try to prevent your nug from flailing back and forth by the force of her slaps. Zapping her isn't even doing shit - she's just continuing to hit you because some unfair fUCKING ADVANTAGE of seadweller anatomy or being dead or something means she can keep doing it. Either that or you've pissed in her grubflakes so hardcore now that she doesn't even care. You have to admit that the thought's pretty fucking rad to contemplate. 

> Yeah, that's what you did. You broke Porrim, and now she's finally not pretending to be high-class when she's just as much of a tempramental fuckup as any fucknub in this shitty death breakfast. Of course, you think this just as she hauls you up again to keep yelling about how she has a right to be angry. Well, she doesn't have the right to suck, and she's been doing that for a while.

MITUNA: W 0W CL4M 7H3 FUCK D0WN 4 LR 34DY 

MITUNA: C0NGR475, Y0U 4R3 DR4GG3D D0WN 70 7R0LL15H L3V3L5, 3NJ0Y FUCK1GN UP 1N 7H15 M4R14N15 7R3NCH 0F 3X1573NC3

MITUNA: 1F Y0U K33P 813NG 50 FUCK1NG 70UCHY Y0 M1GH7 H0P3 UP 4 W4Y 70 R3D13

MITUNA: WH0 FUCK1GN C4R35

[askthevioletmaid]

> You have learned your lesson when it comes to Mituna, and by the time he has settled his booted nubs on the ground, you are already in motion. The Crosshairs goes back into your specibus as you charge straight at the pan-fried warmblood before he can gather up his meager faculties and aim a punch right for his smug fucking face.

PORRIM: AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: WH47 7H3

> The last bit it hard to get out on account of PORRIM PUNCHING YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE, knocking out two of your fangs in the process and sending you flying without benefit of psionics. Fuck, it’s like someone coated a rectangular hive level in roe cubes and threw it at your head. The pain in your face is only slightly alleviated by the wriggly you’re sporting. This is not rad of you at all. Fuck this shit. 

MITUNA: 45LNF5KDJGN5DLKF4D5JKL;

[askthevioletmaid]

PORRIM: I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, MITUNA.

> Your fist makes a nice conduit for the rage boiling inside your bile bladder as you plough it into Mituna’s face hard enough to have pain flaring across your knuckles. The prick goes flying—he’s lighter than you thought; must be his empty brain case—which means you have to go after his flailing carcass on foot. You aren’t done with him yet. You have him right where you want him, and he isn’t getting away just because he sailed off after a little pop to the face.

PORRIM: YOU WANT TO PISS ME OFF? CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON THE PRIZE.

[asktheburgundyheir]

> You wind up skidding at least half a grubball playlength before physics decides to be your friend again. Snarling, you flip yourself over and sit up, ready to spring to your feet and zap the shit out of Porrim. So she thinks she hot grubshit now? She thinks she's got the upper claw because she got a good hit in for once in her miserable life-and-death timespan? You show her - she may be pissed off and cheating with her fucking obnoxious seadweller strength, but you know what? You're still better. YOU'VE got the upper claw here.

> Turns out she's got two upper claws actually - two of her FUCKING SLIMY GRABFRONDS IN YOUR JUMPSUIT SINCE SHE DECIDED TO RUN OVER AND START SHAKING YOU. Your ability to snarl out sicknasty burns is hampered by the fact that your remaining fangs are rattling in your nugbone.

MITUNA: 5DKJFNKD5Y 34 H H0W 480U 7 7H47

MITUNA: WH 0 5 7H3 WR1GGL3R N0W P0RR1M HUH

MITUNA: FUCK1GN F15H817CH

[askthevioletmaid]

> This has gone on lone enough. Mituna seems to think his psionics make him untouchable, but your patience has worn thin and it is past time to remind him just how very wrong he is. Taking a step back to brace yourself, you pause before you push off again, lingering for a moment with your weight towards your rear leg.

PORRIM: I am never o+ut o+f range.

> With that, you withdraw the Crosshairs from your specibus and in one smooth motion aim the harpoon tip up to fire an electromagnetic pulse directly over his head.

[asktheburgundyheir]

> Before you can fire off another fucking incredible comeback, the entire EMP spectrum condenses itself into a neat little bulgekind warhammer and whacks you rump over portable beverage brewer. You wince, horns twinging, and then hide the wince and concentrate on getting your nubs on ground like a pleb without too much psionic hiccuping because fuck that. Like fuck is Porrim going to get the satisfaction of knowing that fucking stung. You’ll sting her, right in the sttings. Yeah. Fuck Ampora.

> You land on the ground, ready to zap her into next week right along the coils of - wait. Why did she just put the riflekind away.

[askthevioletmaid]

> You have learned your lesson when it comes to Mituna, and by the time he has settled his booted nubs on the ground, you are already in motion. The Crosshairs goes back into your specibus as you charge straight at the pan-fried warmblood before he can gather up his meager faculties and aim a punch right for his smug fucking face.

PORRIM: AND DON’T YOU FUCKING FORGET IT.

[asktheburgundyheir]

MITUNA: WH47 7H3

> The last bit it hard to get out on account of PORRIM PUNCHING YOU IN THE FUCKING FACE, knocking out two of your fangs in the process and sending you flying without benefit of psionics. Fuck, it's like someone coated a rectangular hive level in roe cubes and threw it at your head. The pain in your face is only slightly alleviated by the wriggly you're sporting. This is not rad of you at all. Fuck this shit. 

MITUNA: 45LNF5KDJGN5DLKF4D5JKL;

[askthevioletmaid]

> If you can just get a grip on him, Mituna’s grub is as good as toasted. You’ll both see how big  he talks when he doesn’t have the luxury of spitting his vitriol from a safe distance. He’s fucking FAST, though—not quite fast enough to evade you entirely, and you manage to swat one of his fronds as he swerves away from your approach, but he’s still in the air and your hands are not only empty, but also seizing like a bitch. GodDAMN does it sting, like smacking a live wire and hoping it’ll say “ow” when all that ends up happening is it blasts dupstep from nearby speakers in response.

PORRIM: Yo+u certainly talk big, but I’ve yet to+ see yo+u do+ mo+re than flee like a gutless wo+rm and pretend that yo+u’ve acco+mplished so+mething impressive. Yo+ur lusus pro+bably gave yo+u an award every time yo+u walked do+wn the stairs witho+ut falling o+n yo+ur face.

[asktheburgundyheir]

> You laugh in her face as she makes for another leap-lunge, overbalancing deliberately and executing a loop of acrobatic fucking pirouette before drifting once again out of reach. Keep jumping, finface, you’re getting two shows at the same time. Watching Porrim make grabby hands and all but snarl has to be the best fucking thing you’ve seen all week. It’s meme material. You should make this into a meme.

MITUNA: Y34H, L1K3 H0W Y0UR5 G4V3 Y0U FR33 R1D35 WH3N3V3R Y0U 84773D Y0UR L4QU3R3D P33PGL0835

MITUNA: 83773R LUCK N3X7 71M3, Y0UR3 W4Y 0U7 0F R4NG3

[askthevioletmaid]

> This has gone on lone enough. Mituna seems to think his psionics make him untouchable, but your patience has worn thin and it is past time to remind him just how very wrong he is. Taking a step back to brace yourself, you pause before you push off again, lingering for a moment with your weight towards your rear leg.

PORRIM: I am never o+ut o+f range.

> With that, you withdraw the Crosshairs from your specibus and in one smooth motion aim the harpoon tip up to fire an electromagnetic pulse directly over his head.

[asktheburgundyheir]

> Before you can fire off another fucking incredible comeback, the entire EMP spectrum condenses itself into a neat little bulgekind warhammer and whacks you rump over portable beverage brewer. You wince, horns twinging, and then hide the wince and concentrate on getting your nubs on ground like a pleb without too much psionic hiccuping because fuck that. Like fuck is Porrim going to get the satisfaction of knowing that fucking stung. You'll sting her, right in the sttings. Yeah. Fuck Ampora.

> You land on the ground, ready to zap her into next week right along the coils of - wait. Why did she just put the riflekind away.