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Oh, I'll have to make sure to stick around online when I see you active then! :)
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
So, that time I went backpacking with my family the other weekend? I didn't set up my tent fully - just like crawled into it without putting up the poles. When I woke up, I was covered in slugs.
...Would not recommend.
Treadwellia, Fluffiness, Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and 2 othersLoftegen 2, and Leonism
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Tubbius receives the bottle from a Belly tonight while wiggling into His nightgown. Glasses go on, and beady eyes squintily read.
Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
it feels like once you leave you always come back but you can't get back into things
Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
You can if you wanna! :) What are you interested in getting into?
Treadwellia and Loftegen 2
Hail Lazarus! How fairs all y'all
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Loftegen 2, and Leonism
We're doing well! ^^ How's it going in Osiris?
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
Doing well, doing well
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, and Loftegen 2
First of a couple of little vignettes aimed at wrapping up the RP 
Leonism and I have been engaging in, focusing on the Loftegen 2 side.
The street in front of the Altenburg Grand Hotel
2nd Lt. Beka Hamlin, seated on the edge of a large concrete planter, surveyed the scene around her and shuddered. She'd seen combat in Brazilistan, but that had been amongst ramshackle mud huts and tin roofed shacks, and hadn't been anywhere near as intense as what she had just gone through. The NLOers had barricaded themselves on the third floor of the Owens Financial Group building and fought to the last. Every single one of them had been killed or wounded.
The survivors were now receiving care from the crews of the ambulances crowding the street, as were the wounded members of 3rd Platoon, the 1269th Sonderstaffel, and the civil militia. The dead were already on their way to the local morgue. Unfortunately that included two of her people: a squad leader who had thrown himself on a grenade to protect his men, and a grenadier who had chosen the wrong moment to cross an opening.
One of Marcus's men had been killed as well, a Quinturio named Klemperer. Beka didn't know the exact circumstances of the man's death, only that Marcus wasn't taking it very well. Which made perfect sense: she wasn't taking the deaths of her folks very well either. She found herself wondering if Imperial officers had a tradition of writing letters to the families of casualties?
Beka looked around. The street was like a movie set. A block away, everything was fine. Here there were burned out cars, debris littered the ground, and there were spent cartridge cases everywhere. In addition to the ambulances there were fire trucks, police cars, EOD vans, even an insurance agent arguing with a building owner about why the damage wasn't covered by his policy.
"Geht es dir gut?" Marcus asked as he sat down next to her. His expression was somewhere between numb and horrified. The blood soaking his uniform probably had something to do with that. Beka thought she could see little bits of someone's brain here and there as well.
"No better than you," Beka answered. "I have to write an after-action report, and account for our ammo expenditure, and recommend Sgt. Porter for a medal, and then call his wife and tell her he's dead." Her voice caught as she said the last. Marcus put an arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him. They both sobbed quietly.
War really was Hell.
Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, Guiness Freaks, and Leonism
It’s better of that you get some sleep! As idk what times I will be able to be online at, so sleep! Hehe!! Even if it is 2pm >.~
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2
Hello! :)
...I was going to go to sleep but then started doing a gameplay discussion thing on the discord...
Evidently a god send! :D
Treadwellia, Fluffiness, Loftegen 2, and Grossadmiral der lowe
Mhm, god works in weird and mysterious ways apparently >.>
But you should still sleep, as it is nearly 3am for you, and you need your sleep!!!
>.> hopefully I’ll be able to be on, on Thursday!!
>.< that’s a lot of !
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, and Loftegen 2
! Okay, I'!! sleep! ^^ Ta!k to ya !ater fr!end!
Treadwellia, Loftegen 2, and Grossadmiral der lowe
Talk to ya later!
Treadwellia and Loftegen 2
This morning, a group of greatly pregnant mommies-to-be and their hefty hubbies are touring the palace. However, the Two Tubbies of Treadwellia are still asleep and unable to entertain guests. Well, They are asleep until Her Gravidity magically "tunes in" on all of the portly "preggies" toddling through the halls. Her Motherhood is in the middle of a rumbly snore that turns into a squeaky "HRM!" that wakes both Royal Roly-Polies when one of the visitors experiences a very potent kick in her tum-tum. Treadwellia's Fat Father yawns, barely opens an eye, takes to rubbing Her Bountifulness' belly, and then gives a few soft-spoken mmphs to persuade Her Fecundity back to sleep.
In the palace, the tour continues, tottering through the kitchens and dining room. Many tourists "Oooooh" and "Ahhhhh" at the sights. Many photos are snapped on cameras.
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
Beer leader forgot to add a "yeet" to his previous message to sound like he is totally one of the kids.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, Hycronesia, and 1 otherLoftegen 2
Is saying yeet actually cool? =P
Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, Loftegen 2, and Grossadmiral der lowe
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