only thing that comes to mind today.
video james
blaze can do this
+ MY FUCKING LAPTOP CAUGHT ON FIRE???? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PLAY MINECRAFT?!?!!
+ CAN- can GR run games?...
+ ...Be right back.
The 13th century Swedish peasant boy who's crashing on my couch keeps eating my leftover General Tso's. I always tell him he can order his own but he's all "oh no, just wonton soup is fine with me, it reminds me of winters at home by the fire" but when I open the fridge the next day, what do I see? Not my leftovers! I don't even think they had wontons in medieval Sweden.
what the fuck are these donations man
We are a rather small squad of mercenary Lancers that formed on a planet that Union didn't even give a name, just a number. I am callsign: The Fist. My pronouns are she/they and while I love women, I enjoy fighting a lot more. That's an open invitation to you strong ladies to hit me up by the way. The depressed looking one with blue hair is callsign: Metal_Star. Its pronouns are it/its and it seems to enjoy combat just as much as I do. That girl with fox tails and fox ears working on her mech is callsign: Lunar Fox. Her pronouns are she/her and she is definitely new to this mercenary business. I intend to help her learn the basics, like aiming for the weak points of an enemy mech without being afraid of a stray shot piercing the enemy cockpit.
writing is so fun