#cryogenicallyfrozen

[freegreatmovies]

I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom I kill conversation as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip, I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster, I'm a demolition man -Sting, "Demolition Man" #demolitionman #sylvesterstallone #wesleysnipes #sting #johnspartan #simonphoenix #cryogenicallyfrozen #marcobrambilla #tacobell #bravenewworld #futuristic #90smovie #actionmovies

[toxicrocket]

Like, how ironic would it be if Ice Cube were cryogenically frozen after he dies?!

[bluewheatfields]

[ Dimensional Plumbing ]

Twenty seconds ago, Wheatley remembered, was a good time. Stellar, actually, in a scale of 'now to then'. He had been puttering around on his rail, going places he never had gone in years, pioneering new explorations of where the nanobot work-force had pieced his rail back together. Safe. Simple. Good times.

Then the pipe clothes-lined him straight in the optic. After that? Well, it was safe to say that everything promptly rolled downhill since that happened. It came out of nowhere. A portal, specifically, the catalyst for the dire circumstances the core had found himself in.

There he had been, minding his own business, when a freshly plopped portal right upon the ceiling rudely busted a cluster of pipes straight from their bolts. Apparently they were a key part of the iffy water filtration system because the back pressure came with an explosion, crunching apart the brittle material and flowering open the metal to clobber the unsuspecting machine straight off his rail.

Back then, twenty seconds ago, as previously established, he had been lobbed with an indecipherable yell. Now his yell had quite a different purpose. His only good fortune was the sheer luck that he had bounced, battered then rolled to a stop on a raised platform present in the electrical department he had been passing through. Everything else was just bad news. The pipes were leaking-- gushing-- into a concrete based enclosure not meant for water. Not when it had no where to go and was filled with poorly insulated wires.

"Oh god, okay, HELLO. Someone, anyone, find that hole please! Incredibly important you report, immediately, to the talking hole in the wall! If you don't, you have a murder on your hands! Not a threat, that isn't a threat, just a fact! You're going to kill me! Hello?! Help!"

Not his best start when calling for help. Blaming his future savior as the chief cause of his possible demise. He'll just claim it was shock. Crazy things happen when you're a legless robot, flailing handles haplessly at the air, in a room flooding with water around a power grid.

You'd blame them too. Don't judge.

[thinkingwithroleplays-blog]

{{Got the blog up for now. Unfinished. Missing pages everywhere. You can check it out if you really feel like it, but all you're gonna see is the home page and the face claim I'll probably be using.

I literally have not even decided on the OC's name yet. 

Ended up using cryogenicallyfrozen as the URL, so there's that.

AND FOR THE RECORD. I haven't put any credit for the pictures yet. Will do. Just haven't. I'm waiting until I've finished so I can just do it all at once. 

Any questions? No, probably not. But you can ask 'em. Just felt like sharing the progress I made tonight so you can all yell at me for not being productive tomorrow.