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cat danny 25

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  1. An icelandic mountainclimber. i wonder................................................
  2. We're the tunnel snakes, and we rule.
  3. I eagerly await John Williams' newest composition.
  4. holy shit she changed from black to asian
  5. You're lucky to get 2 medics on a drop, much less 3 or more. This would only further discourage activity in a faction of people you always need more of.
  6. Beau J. Dufresne "And as the world comes to an end," Character Summary Chaotic Good Renegade<████████ | ████████>Paragon Morale Awful<███████|██████|██████>Not Awful Name: Beauregard Jean Dufresne Aliases: Beau Age: 20 Birthday: Jan 09 Ethnicity: Caucasian Birth Planet: Terra Heritage White Cajun Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana Gender: Male Specialization: Medical Specialist Height: 5.6 Forearms Weight: 145 Lbs Build: Ectomorph Eyes: Steel Blue Hair: Brown Skin Tone: Pale Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus As Card 0, the Fool lies at the beginning of the major arcana, but also somewhat apart from the other cards. In medieval courts, the court jester was someone who was not expected to follow the same rules as others. He could observe and then poke fun. This makes the Fool unpredictable and full of surprises. He reminds us of the unlimited potential and spontaneity inherent in every moment. There is a sense with this card that anything goes - nothing is certain or regular. The Fool adds the new and unfamiliar to a situation. The Fool also represents the complete faith that life is good and worthy of trust. Some might call the Fool too innocent, but his innocence sustains him and brings him joy. In readings, the Fool can signal a new beginning or change of direction - one that will guide you onto a path of adventure, wonder and personal growth. He also reminds you to keep your faith and trust your natural responses. If you are facing a decision or moment of doubt, the Fool tells you to believe in yourself and follow your heart no matter how crazy or foolish your impulses may seem. "I'll be here to hold your hand," Psychology Professional * Well-Mannered * Pessimistic * Faint of Heart * Wholesome * Introvert Marital Status: Unmarried Habits: Smoking Pacing Talking With Hands Slang Vocabulary Hobbies: Reading Cooking Ping Pong Painting Collecting Postcards Fears: Progeniphobia - The fear of Progenitors Fear of the dark Likes: Peace & Quiet Overachieving Recognition for Merit Professionalism When Necessary Medical Personnel Learning New Practices Helping People Competence in Command Hot / Humid Climates Tobacco - Smoked Spicy Food Ability to Compromise Moto People Dislikes: FUBAR Situations Emotional Instability Obnoxious Friendliness Unprofessionalism in a Professional Environment Domineering Attitudes People Who Shouldn't Be In The Infantry Underachievers People Who Want To Be 'The Guy' History & Misc "For you're a king, and I'm your lionheart." General Skills: Cardiovascular Conditioning Air-to-Land Insertion Sea-to-Land Insertion Small Arms Training Basic Medical Proficiency Intermediate Medical Proficiency CLS Certification Steady-Handed Face Claim: Shane Taylor Criminal Record: N.A Anything Else: Beau's accent is that of a Louisiana Cajun origin. Beau is left handed. Beau is an only child. Beau has no psychic potential, nor does anyone in his immediate family. Awards & Commendations: Purple Heart Theatre Ribbons: Operation HELIOS Relations Stole from McMann - Friend - Liked - Approval - Acquaintance - Neutral - Mixed - Disliked - Hated - █████ (#'d Left-to-Right) 1. Thoughts of you professionally 2. Thoughts of you in general 3. Relationship Status 4. Interest in you (Attraction, Amiable/Friendly, None, Curiosity, Professional, Secretive) 5. Do you have a personal use to Beau? (Yes, No) / † = Deceased / ® = Retired/Transferred Notes;
  7. Thank you this explains everything. All this time I thought I was supposed to be playing myself!!!
  8. I'll update this tomorrow and Sunday, too. https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1130318302 https://steamcommunity.com/workshop/filedetails/?id=1130319070 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=174264310 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=174265222 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=132916875 https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=132908407
  9. WARNING ORDER PRIORITY ... 31st Morita Regiment (Mechanized) 112th Battalion A Co. 1 PL. ... 22:00 Federal Standard (11:00 PM GMT / 6:00 EST) (This will be a 3 day campaign lasting from Friday the 11th until Sunday the 13th.) (Briefing to be held on the 10th at 6:00 PM EST / 11:00 GMT, and again the day of.) https://maphub.net/fargo747/sanctus
  10. Hi, all. In the interest of growing popularity with some of the sweps on the server. I've opted to share a couple of the weapons that I've thrown together. Here's the WA-21 DMR, I think it looks better than the CSS weapon we have as a world model; https://pastebin.com/niC3sCDh The mk1 carbine, I've opted to remove the carryhandle, add an elcan and a torch; https://pastebin.com/squLMFa9
  11. @Rhode @Coleision @Pundii @Gazza The niggas I didn't add, Caffrey doesn't really know well enough for me to have more than a sentence or two for. I apologize.
  12. The formatting for this is really cool.
  13. "It's funny, wot' goes through your'ead when you're on cloud nine, hyped on fentanyl and mushrooms. Don't sell drugs, kids. Take'em." Camping was always fun. Fentanyl and mushrooms were a riot. Who'd have figured getting brain-blasted in the middle of the woods with a handful of firecrackers and a holy-fuck ton of sparklers would have made for one hell of a weekend? Quinn took a hit from her cigarette, barely able to stand up after the twenty-five minute mark post consumption. It was a funny sensation, one she could only describe as 'lightning in your bones' and 'what one would imagine spring would feel like through a kaleidoscope.' A call of her name later and she turned around with a distant, lazy stare. "Wot?" was all she could bring herself to say. There was something fascinating about sparklers waving around in the middle of the night. Well - no, that's a lie. There really isn't, unless you're so far gone that your eyes take almost a minute to adjust once they finally fizzle out, the trails burned so far into your brain that you continue to see them after you close your eyes. Redundant thought. Eddie watched her and blinked a few times. He wasn't quite so fucked. "Fockin'ell, you look lit' you're'boutta' fuck me off for another'it," he chided with a big stupid grin. There was something about him that drove her wild. Perhaps it was the rugged nature of Edward, perhaps it was the fact that he treated everyone like dog shit. The fact that she could feel her fingers through her toes did not give her a big enough hint that it was probably just the drugs whispering to her. Quinn threw her arms up and began to move herself to the music of Laura's boombox. Some kind of electro-dance, Quinn had never been one for the genre, but this song made her feel different. Made her feel something she would not experience again for a while; Like lightning in her bones. Once she came to eventually pause, the world around her continued to spin despite the fact that her feet were planted firm. She felt somewhere between floating in midair and floating on water, then she felt something hard hit her in the back of the head once she tumbled down to the ground. leaves crunching as she tried to get comfortable. The fall should have hurt, but she felt fine; Far too out of her head in order to care. Despite her dampened senses, her inebriated friends thought very, very loudly. Eddie wanted to fuck something, Gauge had to rock the mother of all pisses and Laura was jonesing for a night out at Nando's. Nora was thumbing through a whole load of empty cans, wishing she hadn't forgotten her glasses. Quinn opened her eyes to see Eddie leering down at her, grinning like a spunky creep. "Come'oan up," he beckoned as he offered out his hand. "Is'time'forda'fireworks."
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