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//Some of my muses, present and past! Any of you other peeps with multiple muses, feel free to make your own and show off some of your muses!
From left to right: Dr. Dorothy Rattmann (Portal) Ciel REDACTED (Portal) Whitney Pendleton (Portal) AMy Murphy/Lady AM (IHNMAIMS) Dr. Gordana Freeman (Half Life)
theonefreewoman replied to your post: Slate: The Father of fathers. he’ll hit you at...
I ain’t got a best of me. - es
that’s why papa slate is here. to save the day and the individuals
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“On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine. I’m the ONE you need. “
((Thanks for tagging my sideblog in there! <3))
You’re most welcome!
I think in a list featuring Half-Life fan blogs, you are one of those better not to be missed! ❤❤
((Happy Birthday!))
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//Happy Birthday!
Thank you!!!! :DDD
((What is this magical game???))
http://brantsteele.com/hungergames/index.php !
A warning though, the site is down fairly often because of traffic, aha. The only time I've been able to play it without it crashing is at night.
RP - The One Free Woman
"Where am I now?!" Gordon groaned.
Wherever he was, he knew Magnusson wasn't going to be happy about it: a seeming side effect of having a multiversal teleporter within a mile of your present location was getting surreptitiously teleported at all hours - in this case, he had been asleep. He got to his feet, searching around in the seeming darkness for his glasses in the vague hopes that they had teleported with him - to his surprise, they had. Now that he thought about it, his whole room had teleported with him - well, the inside, at least. Gordon shivered in the freezing wind as he came to the conclusion that he was outside.
In the woods.
At night.
...Shit.
"Okay, don't panic, don't... panic. There's gotta be civilization somewhere," Gordon mumbled. Awkwardly, he wrapped a bedsheet around himself to stay warm, looking less like the One Free Man, Opener of the Way and more like Jesus Freeman. Gordon snickered a bit at that last thought, slowly relaxing as his body warmed back up. Just then, there was rustling in the bushes behind him, and he turned around hurriedly, peering through the moonlight to get a glimpse of whatever had made the noise.
"...Hello...?"
