Bohannon

That hurts. Can't appeal a self Pk IRL

Damn even Xal didn't straight up tell me no when I wanted to make a campagin.

OK

I quit smoking.

That is a good question.

This has been a problem since the new script. Lol. Good luck boys.

I'm shocked aswell.

I'd join back only for cards.

Dis funny person

IC: Combat Engineer Detachment Application of Interest Name: Caroline Dixid Physical Age: 34 Race: Caucasian Gender: Female Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Black Height: 5'7 Weight: 150 Employment & Background Current Rank: Private Educational History: Welding Mechanic(Don't feel obligated to include a large background of knowledge, as an infantryman in the MI you likely wouldn't have much experience.) Criminal Record: N/A Employment History: Mechanic shop Service Record: Private First Class OOC: Character's College Explanation: N/A Server Time: 2 years Roleplay History: 4 cyberpunk servers, 2 Fallout Servers, 1 halo server, 2 other sst servers

Thacker

Uhhh thacker, love?

Funny thing is I sent him alot more Than two rounds

Annabelle 'Hard Knoxxx' Thacker

21:51:43 - **Pvt. Annabelle 'Cock-Block' Thacker sighs and walks up winding up her metal arm "Already was going to." 21:51:45 - Pvt. Annabelle 'Cock-Block' Thacker: Turn around. 21:51:53 - SSgt. Patrick Stevenson: Turn. 21:52:04 - **Pvt. Guy Benson turns around and thrusts his ass at her hes hopping forward like a rabbit 21:52:05 - Pvt. Guy Benson: I can take it 21:52:09 - Pvt. Guy Benson: Hit me you bitch 21:52:18 - **Pvt. Annabelle 'Cock-Block' Thacker continues winding up her metal arm and then would walk up and sling shot the metal hand right onto his cheek. Rolls a 97 21:52:25 - SSgt. Patrick Stevenson[LOOC]: oof 21:52:29 - Pvt. Annabelle 'Cock-Block' Thacker[LOOC]: oh my god your asscheek 21:53:03 - **Pvt. Guy Benson 's ass his fling forward it vribates his entire body like gelatin 21:55:10 - **Pvt. Annabelle 'Cock-Block' Thacker makes a finger gun and blows the invisable smoke before dropping her hand "I thought you could take it -bitch-?" **For a moment there's a lull in the air where the force of her power-slap had temporarily created a vacuume, before the air had ravenously sucked into the negative space. There's a clap-- distant at first, then immense in a castrophany of thunder that could be heard far away in the reaches of space. Benson quivers. The life dulls from his eyes as he falls forward, his immaculate physique slamming against the cold metal grating against his uniform.