He might be talking about the arthritic hand cramps Annie has. It is in a pretty good gripping position already...
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I'm not, but she has perky set of... eyes.
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Two more tests to do...
Holy shit (again!)
Holy shit (again!)
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That's too many hands in a gripping position!
*casts banish thought*
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She's just sizing it up.That's too many hands in a gripping position!
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He does look less useless in the new background...
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He still looks like a tool, just now, he looks more out of place in the shiny new look.
Great work BTW! (You, not Mike!)
Now take it from one who has experience here on Ophion. No matter how lonely you are, don't stick your dick in one of these holes, it may feel warm and comforting, but that is just your cock being irradiated *sad face*
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I'm find it harder to accept Mike's "I didn't find anything" with the new lights.
It's nice to see the station adopt PPF colours.
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I wish the best ending would only be achieved if Mike has been kept alive.
Picture this:
This is the end. You're fighting the big alien momma boss, and you're losing. The only way to win would be to switch on the nuclear bomb you've succeeded in placing in her nest where she's drawing her necessary lifeforce. She's been exerting mind-control on the crew and you're too weak to fight it anymore. Mind-controlled Kelly shot you. Annie and Sarah, now the creature's puppets, lie motionless on the ground, and you can only pray they're just knocked out.
You're tired, you haven't slept in days. Home feels a lifetime away. The creature smirks at you, approaches slowly. It can feel what you feel. It revels in your hopelessness. One step. Two steps. It's near, you can feel its fetid breath on your face. You're so tired. Time to sleep now...
When suddenly appears Mike! All bloody and crawling to the bomb switch. He knows that he won't survive the blast, but he does it nonetheless: "I! Do! This! Every! Day!"
Cue epilogue.
Goodnight Sweet Prince and flights of Ophions sing thee to thy rest! (T-T)7
Picture this:
This is the end. You're fighting the big alien momma boss, and you're losing. The only way to win would be to switch on the nuclear bomb you've succeeded in placing in her nest where she's drawing her necessary lifeforce. She's been exerting mind-control on the crew and you're too weak to fight it anymore. Mind-controlled Kelly shot you. Annie and Sarah, now the creature's puppets, lie motionless on the ground, and you can only pray they're just knocked out.
You're tired, you haven't slept in days. Home feels a lifetime away. The creature smirks at you, approaches slowly. It can feel what you feel. It revels in your hopelessness. One step. Two steps. It's near, you can feel its fetid breath on your face. You're so tired. Time to sleep now...
When suddenly appears Mike! All bloody and crawling to the bomb switch. He knows that he won't survive the blast, but he does it nonetheless: "I! Do! This! Every! Day!"
Cue epilogue.
Goodnight Sweet Prince and flights of Ophions sing thee to thy rest! (T-T)7
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God...don't tempt me! XD
Of course for that sorta thing, I'd have to add mind control, your sister potentially being against you, guns, bombs, drama, aliens, peril, plot....
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*whistles at what appears to be coming out*
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Can always insert it as a dreamscene, and leave us wondering whether it actually means anything.
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My guess: Doctor Jones and Doctor Jones.
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Is that a good whistle, or an aw shit! whistle?
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hubba hubba, what did you feed the render hamster? Getting affraid here we will not see the release of 4 before chapters 1 till 3 have been reworked.