Ten minutes later I was sorry.
But ten minutes later I was somewhere else.
VERBOTEN!
They are Russian, so it’s probably a mix of vodka and amphetamines.
Do svidanya. Vodka soda.
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Yet another post that reads like four shakespeare characters who come out in the middle of the play to talk about something completely unrelated for comic relief
There’s more like this?! Where, pray tell?!
They’re gonna be drones designed to withstand sustained 20G turns to be able to get their guns on target
Full Gallente.
Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
From The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.
it simply traumatises everyone that comes too near.
Absolute Trauma Field.
You’ll get paid after we get back.
Must bring your own weapons.
Safety not guaranteed.
I have only done this once before.
1.21gw == output of 1 nuke plant for 1 day == power single home for 100 years
avg lightning = 10gw
Whoa, this is heavy.
prawn
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I’m in this story and I don’t care, I’m still getting paid
I wish I was in this story.
I’m usually the guy left holding the bag of everyone else’s work. What the fuck?
Even in school. Remember those group projects where the teacher assigned the groups to force kids to mingle or whatever? But one kid just ends up doing all the work anyway because the others didn’t give a fuck? That was me—I was the one kid who did all the work.
Ulululululululululu.