Sgt. Evan, Cpl. Julesm Sgt. Asha, Ssgt. Dierk "Duck" Köhler
and command squad for the 368th Elysian Regamental Combat Team 1st Platoon, Alpha Company/ Active 40k rp blog and always willing to although you might have to remind me a few times first/ Disability when catered to is no longer a disability but still a Spoonie
star trek actors are so strong for doing technobabble with a straight face. if you asked me to talk about how the technicron particles are mainlining the quantum blorbonator I would fall apart immediately
I don't know who needs to hear this, but if the phrase "self care" doesn't resonate with you, try calling it "system maintenance" and see if that clicks.
“Oh a Inquisitor contacted us and well......” He points up at the ceiling or technically the vents inside “Thee might be some nastiness coming for you.” He gestures formally for the other to follow him “We do have something nice set up for you though.”
“GOLDEN THRONE LEV!” A decidedly annoyed voice bellows behind the pair “STOP SCARRING THE PROTECTEE!” A man in a single breasted, navy blue Elysian uniform with a maroon beret under his shoulder board turns toward Serge with a smile mared by a scar across the left side of his jaw and cheek. “Sorry. Good help y’know?”
@bobbole’s amazing “You Don’t Remember the Somme?” art reminded me of Jeremy Deller’s art “We’re Here Because We’re Here” which I actually had the privilege of stumbling across in person when I was in Manchester in July 2016.
It’s Remembrance Weekend here so I thought I’d go down memory lane a little... (none of the photos are mine btw)
The ‘art’ included about 1,600 male volunteers, all dressed in the uniforms worn by the British army in the First World War. Each man represented a named individual who had been killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme (1st July 1916). When approached by the public, the men would hand out a card bearing the name, battalion and, often, the age of the man they represented. In Deller’s words, these cards were “like small tombstones”.
Every so often, the men would sing “We’re Here Because We’re Here” which was put to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.
“Hmm. Good! More for sniffing.” The Lieutenant draws his carbine and sticks beyond Darius pumping a hand in the air five time “BOUCE, BOUNCE BOUNCE, GO!” On the command 164.. 161 Elysians engaging their grav-packs swinging into the windows above the Heretics clearing down.
“When did the Elysians get here?” Darius asks, slightly bewildered at his reinforcements. “Not complaining though.”
"Good frakkin' question!" A Sargent grabbed a vox caster and radio beacons from a Elysian with frankly to many ventilation holes. "Got a place I can set up Big Guy? Hate to have the rest of the battalion landing on roofs."
yes, but you’ve become something much worse.the cruelty finally got to you, the relentless torment of friends and loved ones pushed you over that fine line & now your enemies hit the ground and they DON'T get back up, but you're okay with that [ but not everyone else is. they don't look at you the same way, do they? you can tell yourself that you don't care, but you can't lie to me . i know you do. i do. ]
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Do you Survive the Narrative?
Alethea & Mahvaris got the same result, so -
yes, yet you cannot go home. it is not home for you anymore.
your hands shake when you pour yourself a cup of tea now, perhaps being a hero isn't what its cracked up to be.
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