#sharkoposting

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i really wanted to stick around this time [ Myles "Land-Shark" Bishop; Connection Terminated. ]

[sniping-sharko]

cringe is a stupid emotion i need to draw myself as the 10th class in tf2

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evixcerated the safehouse couch inbetqeen deploymenbts because THERS NOTHING TO DO !!!

i need a dartboard or. A gameboy.

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if i die todday

delete ny search history

//sharko\\

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"CORSAIR treats me like a joke" Didn't I watch you run directly into an open door twice in a row? Look, Myles darling, you can complain about being a joke but you made yourself that way. You cannot expect to be taken seriously when you are more unserious than me.

Zero~

IM. Y. HEY!!

I THOUGHT I BL OCKED YOU

//SHARKO\\

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The Squadless CORSAIR

No Squad

No Record

In A Killing Machine You Could Be Harnessing

Sad

I Almost Had Hopes For You

So Myles

Are You Ready For Your First Real Deployment?

//[USER I.D NOT RECOGNIZED]\\

C O N A L J A Y M U R P H Y

thye clear me. send me on a test run .put me on the field fior a moment just to RIP it away- its a cyckle of testing and surgery and papperwork and proimises and adn maybe thatwsmy fault?tested cleared testdscleared tested. whatever. wahtever. i think pilopting Frontliner has been messing witj my head. i havent felt like myself. conversation is hard.

arent ou busy rotting in jail ?? yo udont handle my case anymore.

theyll place me . ill getm y squad.they havent forgotten me. i knwo it. i can wait. i can wait. i can wait.

//sharko\\

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[This Is Your Last Chance]

[Come Home]

[Please]

[This One-]

[I Want You To Survive]

[Conal Jay Murphy Will Be Taken Into Custody Soon]

[Please]

[Come]

[Home]

[Till Legends Bleed]

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[ Myles stands in front of the camera, the heels of his skates together, his hands busying themselves with the latch of his prosocollar. His hair has been trimmed and redyed; His hardsuit is visibly looser around the cuffs and neck. Despite the disheveled and lethargic posture he usually presents with, his shoulders are level, and his head sits straight above them. Deep creases frame his sunken eyes. ]

[ Myles takes a breath, and his lungs audibly crackle. He winces, but carries on with an uncharacteristically focused expression. ]

MYLES — "I've had a lot of time to think- probably too much, if I'm being honest. The safe house is really quiet, in an almost, liminal, eery way. These past few weeks have felt like nothing, and yet, like- forever? Like I could sit and think and wallow and brood and no time would actually pass. And, in a way, that was liberating. That was exactly what I needed. I forgot about the time limit. I forgot about Signal, Morse, the other CORSAIRs. I forgot about what I did. What it asked me to do; What I agreed to. I just sat, and stared at my reflection until I finally recognized this face again."

[ A moment's pause. Myles takes his gloves off of his belt, then begins to don them with clumsy, trembling hands. Despite his cool voice and steady expression, every muscle in his body is pulled taught. ]

MYLES — "Now, if I'm being really honest- I don't want to come home."

MYLES — "I think this is a suicide mission, and a lot of really good, really ambitious people are going to die. I think you're all throwing your lives away for the idea of some personal redemption, and I don't want to do that. I want to pack up my shit, tip my hat, and leave. Maybe escape to the Long Rim, take up my third name and face, and forget everything. Again. That's the easy option, somehow. Starting a whole new life, building myself up from nothing, is the easy way out; Can you believe that? How fucked is that? How fucked is this?"

[ Myles lifts a hand to his face, then uses his teeth to pull the cuff off his glove the rest of the way down his wrist. His fingers tighten into a fist. ]

MYLES — "...I know, though, that self-pity isn't going to get me anything. I know I've fucked up, and for some unthinkable, moronic reason, I'm being offered forgiveness. And I know, ultimately, that if I don't accept that forgiveness- that I'm beyond help. That there are people that care about me, not just for my usefulness, not just for our mutual goals, and if I turn my back on that now, that I was unworthy of that forgiveness in the first place. Or, maybe I still am. Maybe it doesn't even matter what I do. Throwing my life away at an attempt to do some right for the world is fucking stupid, and it's the last thing I want to do—"

MYLES — "-but maybe, I can do something for someone else. Just this once."

[ Myles reaches out his gloved hands, taking the camera into his palms. With a slight waver in his stance, he holds the camera up over his head. A tenuous smile crosses his face. ]

MYLES — "See you on the field."

[ ATTACHMENT CLOSED. ]

// MYLES \\

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heelllooo does anone have print codes for small rcreational rockets ? preferably small enoifhh to be strapped to yuor calf. calves.

i ammnot allowed near fireworks

// sharko \\