Avali Nexus' - Seven threads of nothing and counting!

We can both be literal trash together.

Trash-brothers/brothersister/sisters

We'll split up the bin and get into fights over who gets the wrapper that was on both sides of our zone demarcation line, which would be made of rolled up pieces of dull duct tape and mouldy licorice.

 

I call top bunk.

 

*takes out improvised shiv, which is actually a nail taped to a chunk of hard plastic with an old sponge as makeshift grip*
what was that, bottom bunk? I am okay with you getting bottom bunk.

 

My first contribution of music of the new thread!

 

Oh by the way @Jenkins, the RP can get going stronger than a hype train in here. Don't let that scare you.

 

Through a clear spot in the canopy, the Crucion descended, the engines constantly moving to keep the moment straight. Dark never gave any AI besides EXO permission to fly a ship he was in, plauged constantly by crude control and incapable of predicting changes to enviroments. He really thought far better of EXO, but today he was flying the ship alone. The landing gear separated again, and the ship set down gracefully on the cushion-y forest floor.

As he walked a path to the site, Dark unsealed his helmet for uncycled air, cursing the ineffectiveness of the scrubber. The small crack of a branch bending caught his attention. Turning, he saw a leathery, 4-eyed bat-like creature was staring at him menacingly. Dark brought out a moderately sized gun and fired, an orange bolt cracking the skull in two.

He continued to the site with no other delays.

Staring up at the cocoon home, Dark remembered the strange claw mark from some time ago, looking to find it was joined by several similar marks over time. He instantly started climbing for the deck, grateful that his suit was far more agile and light than last time he visited.

 

MY MOTIVATION IS FUELED BY FEAR

JENKINS, WHOEVER YOU ARE

BE AFRAID

I'M COMING

 

Oh boi,

Intre is coming and he has his tablet ready!

O AO

 

I am a horrible person for the innuendo I see in this statement.

 

...


THAT WAS UNINTENTIONAL
I swear

 

I know that's what makes me a horrible person

 

...

*gets off phone, runs to computer and grabs tablet*

I was already ready. Yes.

You guys have a very, very hairpin trigger innuend-o-meter.

You better get that checked.

 

*Gonzo is sitting on the thatch pile he calls a bed, eating the berries and nuts he brought from the bowl, still naked, with his leg raised on the sturdy leaf. his ears move towards the sounds of rickety ladder* ... uh... anyone out there?

 

My mind is a sewer. I see inappropriate innuendos is EVERYTHING.

 

// get good enough at it and everything a innuendo.

 

*pokes head in* you okay in here hows that leg of yours?

 

(But my issues with anxiety, especially when a new person gets too close, IS VERY REAL)

 

Well you missed making a "getting off phone" and "hairpin trigger" joke from that one, so you might want to get that checked too.

DAMMIT DENEB