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[callsignpuppy]

I don't think I'll ever get the concept of bondsmen.

like

You took down my mech, likely causing severe wounds, and now I'm just supposed to be your buddy?

Like this ain't enemies to lovers, you just shot me

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Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man. You take a step forward, he takes a step back. Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man. "Dezgra freebirth." Says the Clanner, turning the unjust man to a shadowed stain on the wall with an ERPPC blast

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Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man. You take a step forward, he takes a step back. Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man. "Dezgra freebirth." Says the Clanner, turning the unjust man to a shadowed stain on the wall with an ERPPC blast

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Operation Revival be like:

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Clanner: Clan warriors do not use contractions Clanner: that entire sibko is dezgra for not honoring the safcon in their batchall

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Mechtechs acting like being covered in blood, wielding a sword, disheveled and out of ammo for the sidearm is an inappropriate way of returning to the mechbay.

It look great.

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in the mechbay straight fuckin it up. and by it... heheh. lets just say. some poor innocent highlander we stole during a debt collection mission gone wrong

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When you think about it, Elemental armor also has shoulder missiles and gun-arms, but that is a bit of a stretch.

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This is probably an inaccurate portrayal of galactic history, but hey, there's only so many words that fit in a picture.

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and if you want to prove you're a badass you have to steal food from them:

STRANA MECHTY HAS FUCKING THUNDER WOLVES?!

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who else up crankin they rasalhague rn

who else up rasalin they hague rn

who else up freein they rasalhague republic who els- [AUDIO DETECTED: HEAVY LASERFIRE]

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The telltale signs...

...that you have been a 'mech pilot for too long:

You stay away from bonfires, barbecues or even opening ovens because feeling more heat on your skin than sunlight sends you into a nervous panic.

The world seems overwhelming and confusing when there is no HUD to look at it through. Your gaze sometimes drifts to where your GPS system should be when you need to find your way somewhere.

You stop thinking in the cockpit. Young pilots can move and think at the same time; the more time you spend, the more you realize you need to just empty your mind. Clean mirrors reflect clearest.

You can tell at a glance how many tons of metal a building could hold up- or, well, should be able to. (Contractors cut corners, after all; you can never be completely certain.)

You start hating cats, or most small and frisky animals, because something moving unexpectedly in the lower edge of your vision has been a 'mech-hunter infantry team too many times.

You go in for crunchier or chewy foods just to be as far as possible from sipping on a nutrient juice pack.

Your actual, physical body hurting from something like stubbing your toe or hitting your head on a doorway has become a bizarre sensation compared to the pure brain-pain of damage feedback.

You can still feel "your" missile pods, or jump-jets, or similar, when you're outside of your 'mech. At times, like that sudden, illusory feeling of falling as you go to sleep, you get phantom recoil from weaponry systems.

You stop aiming for the cockpit. It stops being about salvage money for a mostly-intact 'mech, or giving a clean death to whoever is behind that glass: if you have to shoot off every gun and missile piece by piece to make it out alive, you will.

You have learned what it feels like to crush a human body underfoot. (Gritty and brittle, mostly. Unpleasant.)

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The Sea Fox service...

...has many advantages over ComStar's old interstellar network, like still working, decentralized headquarters to allow for better maintenance response time, fewer cyborg jihadi assassins, and appallingly low rates for such a widely demanded service (they make it up in volume). One of the features not everybody appreciates is the replacement of the old UpStar/DownStar system in the forums with the Reaction Matrix, where you chart your attitude towards a post or comment between Approve-Disapprove, Appreciation-Disdain, and Support-Disavowal. (Thus you can disapprove but support and appreciate, or approve a position but disdain the particular case it is used in, and so on.) Clan users navigate this with such fluidity they are shocked anyone could get useful information out of the ComStar binary options. You would hardly be able to tell what people mean.

There is also the fact that in addition to "Block", "Report", "Share" and similar, the Chatterweb has a dedicated "Batchall" option, but only between users who have verified their identities with the moderators.

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If the reward of honor is sure to be a knife in the back, you must nonetheless fight with honor! Our Great Father, Aleksandr Kerensky, said that, and I would say he knows a little bit more about zellbrigen than you do, eyas, because he invented it! And then he perfected it, until no threat, bribe or plea the accursed Usurper made could sway him from the course of justice!

And then, using the esteem his integrity earned him among his troops, he took approximately eighty percent of the SLDF, our ancestors, and then he brought them on the Exodus beyond charted space, and then he etched those values into the very genes of every single one of them!

And from that day forward, any time more than three children of Kerensky are gathered in one place for more than five minutes, it is called a Trial!

Unless it is a Rending!

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My deeply queer need to be a large wolf and lay onto top of someone in order to just be close to them, but also me so much wolf that they are overwhelmed with wolf.