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| Mr. Hurricane:
--- Quote from: Gojira on June 12, 2015, 12:06:00 AM ---"I think her name's Yukamo. Not sure though," I mutter, glancing at Jaako. I line up to get some of the pig. --- End quote --- Goddamnit I've always pronounced it Yakumo. fixing nevermind |
| Gojira:
please leave it otherwise my comment makes no sense :( |
| Qwepir:
--- Quote from: Tayasaurus on June 11, 2015, 11:46:51 PM ---"So, Iron man, whats your story?" She says to the machine on her desk. --- End quote --- The bot opens up with an absolute verbal onslaught out of nowhere. : After my most recent memory wipe I was stationed in the city of Taiton, assisting in menial tasks such as relocating supplies and performing janitorial services for Imperial-occupied installations. Then your people showed up and destroyed the airship providing extra power to the city's grid, cutting power to the automated defenses. I don't know the extent of how automated the defenses were, but I assume that their loss is the reason I am here right now instead of back at home. The next thing worth mentioning was my encounter with squad of Aesthian soldiers who gunned down my handlers after they had laid down their arms and proceeded to blow several other automatons up with explosives because your army consists of moderate to high-functioning handicaps who cannot identify combatants from noncombatants. I was damaged attempting to escape the carnage, and crashed. Since then I have been beaten, probed, stripped apart, re-assembled, probed again, and now I am held captive in this room, robbed of independent movement. --- Quote from: Mr. Hurricane on June 12, 2015, 12:00:39 AM ---"Let's go get it," I say, standing up and looking for plates. "Snag Yakumo- Yakumo!" I motion towards the pig. --- End quote --- She just gives a dismissive wave. : Meh, no thanks. I prefer seafood. Also that's not my name. |
| ZombiLoin:
--- Quote from: Qwepir on June 12, 2015, 12:11:37 AM ---The next thing worth mentioning was my encounter with squad of Aesthian soldiers who gunned down my handlers after they had laid down their arms and proceeded to blow several other automatons up with explosives because your army consists of moderate to high-functioning handicaps who cannot identify combats from a noncombatants. --- End quote --- ah yes noncombatants like service technicians kidnapped in a cafeteria |
| Mr. Hurricane:
"Sorry," I call back. The line for this pig is long. Holy stuff. |
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