Number 1? Could I speak to you in my ready roo-.... Nevermind.
The Desecrated, Now Hiring! (And LFW!)
Linnoch peeks out from cover after probably being loaded with a nearly-endless rain of missiles, arrows, and bullets.
"Is it safe?"
"Is it safe?"
Thats SANITY Tyrynna. And you... are clearly Very. Very. Strong.
Linnoch blinks and pokes his head up from behind cover as the rocket explodes and the cover absorbs the bulk of the explosion.
"Would somebody PLEASE help me out over here - ?" he snaps.
"Would somebody PLEASE help me out over here - ?" he snaps.
Akira sips his drink again, quietly.
"No. This entertains me."
"No. This entertains me."
Akira, would you like the position of number 1? Linnoch seems too preoccupied for his duties.
You can have Linnoch, You two are getting along so well already.
"DIS - !" Linnoch shrieks, "NOT HELPING - !"
Akira, in my ready room if you will, we have some work to do. Do you drink Tea?
Ryn pops into the channel, teapot in hand, and a stupid grin on his face.
"I dunno about Kir, but I LOVE tea!"
"I dunno about Kir, but I LOVE tea!"
Well! I do hope you'll come have some with me! I need a good first officer... Mine... is over the rainbow.
Linnoch is whacked into the horizon by the minigun and vanishes in not one, but both threads.
"WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENIIIIIIIIIING - ?" he shouts as he fades away.
"WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENIIIIIIIIIING - ?" he shouts as he fades away.
So. How much do I owe you Tyrynna? That far exceeded my expectations.
Definitely It'll be delivered with the sunday paper.
Linnoch grumbles, digs himself out of the crater, and returns to our regularly scheduled recruiting thread programming.
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