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Mission Status: SICK
I finished my picture of the Decker/Netrunner after a little bit of experimenting. Its 3:20 am. I have not slept again. But it does look really cool.
"I'm it, I'm it, I'M IT!" Said a ten-year-old full-on red child with a sword in his hand going after a pizza guy.
Tom's head swiveled to track the movement before he even realized where he was. Not enough time to ask himself why a bright red child was holding a sword, but enough time to note the weapon, the speed at which the kid was moving, and the fact that nobody seemed to have noticed him yet. That was all thanks to the visor, of course.
Something was very wrong here.
In seconds the two figures disappeared from sight, skipping behind the shell of a wrecked house. It was then that he took in his surroundings. Outside. Cracked asphalt road. Street of houses, destroyed. The sound of waves. It looked like there was a waterline in the distance. Open ocean? Was he on the coast somewhere?
He didn't have time to wonder about the geography of the area. If he didn't want to catch that deranged kid's attention, he had to get out of sight. Immediately he went for a car. The few on the street were rusted and could barely be referred to as cars, but they would make for alright cover.
It was only a short few paces to the heap of metal. With his back against a rusted door, Tom took a second to think. He still couldn't understand how he got here. Just a minute ago he'd been... brought to somewhere in the woods, a cabin? He didn't even get through the door before everything went red again, and he ended up here. He could barely figure out what he was feeling. It wasn't fear, exactly. It was moreso... surprise? He was just confused. A little angry, honestly. The gall of this Spectre thing. It couldn't have picked anyone else from his universe?!
Disconnected thoughts whipped through his head while he tried - and failed - to make sense of things. He found one suddenly stuck, like a very important piece of paperwork to the intake grill of a fan by the bin. That stupid movie he'd just watched with Tord. Airplane. One of the quotes.
He laughed to himself.
"I picked a bad week to quit drinking..."
This is the footage of how my car got dented. Wtfff. Thought it was a hit and run … But some drunk dude just fell on it. Lol
[Manor security camera #4326: first floor Foyer]
Artem descends an ornate spiral staircase into a large foyer. Several old paintings of Artems family members as well as some of the nicer art that the family owns were hung with pride in this foyer.
They’re wearing a blue dress shirt, their armored tailcoat, some nice black pants, a pair of heels that add about an inch to Artems height, a pearl necklace that they borrowed from their mother’s jewelry collection, a top hat, a black leather messenger bag, and with a pearlescent looking bat. They’re wearing makeup, a masculine contour with dramatic eyes.
At the bottom of the steps Artem meets Beau’s eyes and smiles at him.
“Are you ready?”
[ @bugboi-of-gotham ]
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Wtf keeps setting off my motion sensors? The snow?
The Hampton Court Ghost refers to a figure seen on CCTV footage near the Hampton Court Palace in October 2003. A strange presence had started being reported by employees and visitors in early 2001 until this "apparition" appeared in court robes opening the door to the building. What is so unexplainable about the images is that the humanoid being doesn't appear to have a face.
Do you believe in ghosts?
read about it here
full video on youtube here