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“Does it hurt when you walk?” 

A very long engagement (2004) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

-From Closed to Opened-

(The person meant to answer this never did so if anyone else is interested let me know)

WWI - The Apocalypse (Closed Starter)

Sign up for King and Country. For Honor and Glory. Do your part. It started that way. Eager enthusiasm to serve one's country. But it didn't stay that way. The moment one had to put a seventeen-inch blade through another man and watch the light fading from his eyes it changed something. It changed when the bombs started falling and disintegrated a man right before your very eyes. It changed when you listened to young boys crying out for their mothers as they died tangled up in the muddy barbed wire in no man's land where nobody could reach them to render aid. No. There was no honor and there was no glory here. Only pointless waste of lives. Defeatists talk they would call it, but he knew the truth. The only ones to call it defeatist were rich old men with something to gain. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and he sighed heavily to himself, knowing a cold rain would only bring with it more discomfort and suffering. Adjusting he tried to make himself as comfortable as he could within the small dugout in the side wall of the trench that served for a bed. No mattress and a helmet made for a poor pillow, but it was what they had. A few soldiers on patrol made their way back and forth through the trenches. The mood had become very somber. No longer was it the jovial banter of stating they would be home before Christmas. There was no end in sight.

He paused mid crawl and glanced at the intercom, about to get up and answer when he saw a motion out of the corner of his eye disappear behind a crate in the far back of the cargo hold. By the time he managed to get around the crates he only found an open grate that led into the ventilation systems. Out of the frying pan and into the fire as the humans so liked to phrase it. There was no way he was going to fit into the ventilation system as big as he was. He would need to find an alternative. Standing he hurried over towards intercom. "Captain, I'm afraid the creature's cage was damaged in the collision. It has escaped into the ventilation."

He'd just leaned in to take the sample when the collision happened, sending him arse over end. It took a moment for his sensors to adjust to the fact that he was very much upside down, most of his weight on his shoulders and neck -which would likely have broken any human neck- and he had to tilt his head to take in the scene before him. He stared at the very open cage door and the very missing creature before inhaling sharply. "Oh dear. David is going to be very upset with me." He managed to right himself after some effort and then carefully began to search through the cargo. "Where've you gone?"

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

"I can't make that decision for you, Captain." He didn't know what the best choice for them would be. He only knew that they needed to exercise extreme caution due to the creature being pregnant and more than likely laying eggs in those vents.

It was quite intelligent to his knowledge and he was certain that it had managed to find a way to survive. Nothing was more important than offspring to any species and it would do whatever it took to persevere them. He supposed that they may be able to contact the UC and have precautions put in place to land in quarantine, because the UC wanted the creature and they wanted it badly. For what he did not know, but he feared it may not be good. And a pregnant creature at that? He didn't think that there were any truly good answers here. "The UC would undoubtedly sell an arm and a leg to get that creature. Perhaps you ought to contact them for aid."

"My damage is only cosmetic, captain. I'm afraid we have bigger problems." He didn't think that there was any gentle way to put this, so he needed to just say it. "The creature is pregnant." He feared that it might lay eggs somewhere within the ship if it hadn't already done so and if that was the case then the ship was already contaminated. Finding them in the vents would be extremely difficult. Especially considering most of their equipment was destroyed in that blast.

"I apologize for the damage to the ship, but it was too dangerous to lay down arms. If they learned about the creature's condition they would have taken advantage of it." He was glad that they had at least not gotten any of the creatures spawn. If they had taken that and spread it from port to port who knew what would happen to the galaxy. How much death it could have caused.

What is it about anonymously poking fun at others and making them feel shitty for what they enjoy/have created that is enjoyable for people? Does toxicity and negativity really make you feel better? Does it make you smile? Do you enjoy seeing a small fandom dwindling because the members no longer feel welcome?

Everyone who creates and contributes to the HL fandom in any positive way should feel so proud of themselves for helping to bolster the community. A nice comment on a post or a reblog with gushing tags means so much.

Nothing nice to say? Keep your miserable thoughts to yourself.

It's easy to say to 'just block' a blog or tags, but you're delusional if you think an obviously targeted post won't make its way back to that person. People talk.

The lack of empathy is astounding.

My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.

"Being clean would make you feel better but do as you please." He continued to fumble around one handed with the panel, trying his best to repair it one handed. This was not an easy task. Not with one hand, but the other was too badly damaged to use. He doubted it would be much use anyways now that it was missing a few fingers. His bleeding had at least stopped. It was one positive. Sighing he realized that if they were going to get this ship up and running, they were going to new some new Microcells. He could get those from the mechs, but... that meant going outside with those things. Sooner or later, he would have no choice. For now, he'd focus on basic repairs.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

He observed this oddity before him from beneath his hood. He'd been many places in the galaxy, but this... this he did not know quite what to make of other than the fact that it was something alien to him. But that was besides the point. He had come here for more important matters. "My designation is C.A.Z." Brushing his rain dotted hood back he folded his hands together in front of himself. "I detected an anomaly and feared someone had landed so I came to warn your Captain that this is a quarantined planet. An illness has spread amongst the people here."

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She sense's an uninvited guest. Someone is trespassing.

The hologram flickers to life taking the form of a female human with long dark hair and purple eyes. It seems she can't quite get the form right. Did humans even have purple eyes? Lolita paid no mind to it because her pilot usually didn't bother with details like that. He was too busy visiting planets and trying to make them bend to his will.

Just as she is about to warn them, her head tilts. There is something strange about this trespasser. However, it reminds her of something similar...something she's seen before. "You are no life form. Wires...machine...do you know you are trespassing? Security features have been activated. State your name and intentions."