i ripped the sprites for that one cyborg 009 game for the ps1 <33333
no credit needed! just dont claim it as your own

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i ripped the sprites for that one cyborg 009 game for the ps1 <33333
no credit needed! just dont claim it as your own
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Rätt fet skalle. Lite snattad men iikväl jävligt cool, Det är något med skallar som tilltalar, men att det har blivit modernt är inte lika kul alls. Då var det bättre förr, innan det blev var och varannan kille som hade dem på sig. De ockulta har blivit vardag, och vardag har blivit ockult. Och idag är det vintersolståndet. Om inte detta är udda så vet jag inte vad som är.
OCtober Day 9: Dinnertime
[Note: The cursive texts are spoken in Swedish]
“Inga, my wife, I’ll be late for dinner today!” Skalle spoke to the small microphone beside his mouth. It was connected to the little pod in his ear and also to his comlink, but wireless. The elf was on the parking lot, together with the rest of the team. The four shadowrunners stood back to back, every one of them heavily armed, except for Merlot, who looked a bit out of place with his Ares Predator. The roaring of heavy bikes was near, the smell of rubber and gasoline was in the air.
“Who the fuck are you talkin’ to, pointy ears?” Larx barked in a harsh tone, but Skalle didn’t answer. The lights of the bikes flashed through the darkness.
“I thought so,” Inga answered, miles away in her small kitchen in the apartment in Tacoma. In the pot on the oven there was a… stew… made from soy, algae, arificial flavors, synthetic herbs and some chemical secrets of the food industry. Common food for a family in 2070 in Tacoma - it just needed some heating to be a complete meal for a medium sized orc-family. Or for a giantess, her husband and two small children. “You’re still busy with the run?”
The first shots sounded through the darkness. “Skalle, focus!” Merlot hissed sharply, taking cover behind his armed chummers, protecting the briefcase. “I am focused!” Skalle answered, before he returned to talk to Inga: “Yeah, we came into some trouble.” Reinhardt fired a salve right beside him. “Nothing serious, though.”
“Okay,” Inga stired the thick stew, “Was that a AK-97?”
Skalle had a fast look to his side, then fired his riffle at one of the bikes before he answered: “Yeah. My friend Reinhardt uses one.”
“And you brought the Remington, I gave you to your birthday,” Inga said happily, “Isn’t she a sweetheart?” At this moment Britt-Mari and Rune entered the kitchen. “Are you talking to daddy? I wanna talk to daddy, I wanna talk to daddy!” Britt-Mari shouted, stretching her hands up. “No, sweet pea, daddy is very busy,” Inga tried to calm her daughter. “But you are talking to him!” the little girl answered with a whine.
“Skalle, Left!” Larx gave her short, sharp command and Skalle acted accordingly, turning himself to his left and taking a goon down from his bike. A broad, slightly crazy smile showed on his face. “She’s perfect, my wife! I know I can trust you with firearms.”
“Honey, I have to make dinner,” Inga said and Skalle heard Britt-Mari complaining in the background, “How long do you think your run will take?”
Skalle looked around in the parking lot, filled with fighting bikers and the four shadowrunners. “Hm… half an hour maybe? Maybe a bit longer, but I’ll hurry.“
“Okay, we’ll wait 30 minutes,” Ingas voice had the firm family-manager-tone, “If you don’t make it, we’ll eat without you.”
“I’ll hurry, I’ll hurry!” Skalle hastend to say, “Bye, I love you, my wife. Tell the children I’ll be home soon.” After he ended to call, Skalle took his chainsaw axe from his own bike and started the engine. “Let’s hurry this up a bit, I don’t want to be late for dinner!”
(prompt by @oc-growth-and-development)
Malmö (Sweden)
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