#forklift tracking

[bhavanameti]

[siera505]

Forklift Impact Tracking - SIERA.AI

Forklift impact tracking to track data for low, medium and high impacts in the warehouse, manufacturing - SIERA.AI

Forklift Impact Tracking

Forklift Impact Tracking: The Data and Their Application

There is little written about forklift impact tracking. There’s plenty out there on forklift impacts, or the forklift sensors, but nothing on forklift impact tracking. It’s great to have the hardware to monitor, but what about the actual capturing of data and what it can mean and accomplish for your manufacturing plant or warehouse facility? Let’s discuss the application of the data. This will help you get started, as many of our customers have some amazing ideas and ways, they have been able to utilize the data and apply it to their facility. Let’s start by talking a bit about forklift impact tracking.

What is Forklift Impact Tracking?

Forklift impact tracking is the ability for smart technologies to capture the sensitivities of various level or G-Force, or impacts, and intelligently categorize the forklift impacts so the data can be analyzed and applied to solve real-life problems.

Forklift Impacts with G-Force Settings

To be able to understand what needs to be tracked and how you want to receive the information, first define the G-Force. G-Force is the force of the impact whether it be equipment to equipment, or equipment to facility (such as racking). The level of G-Force impact can define the level of damage received.

For SIERA.AI’s telemetry Dashboard, you are able to set the G-Force for your own facility. Based on the G-Force that will define your low, medium and high forklift impact tracking. In the Dashboard, you can set and change at any time, what your definition of G-Force is based for low, medium and high. If/when an impact occurs, the system will immediately identify the impact, send out a notification, and track the impact. This all occurs simultaneously within less than a second.

Forklift Impact Tracking Shown

You have the forklift impacts set. You know what force will be low, medium and high. Now it’s time to put it to work and do some forklift impact tracking. As the forklift goes about its day, the forklift safety system is automatically capturing and categorizing the impacts. The information is, in real-time, reporting the information onto the telemetry Dashboard.

Resembling a stock ticker tape, key data scrolls across the screen including the total of the low, medium and high impacts. But also scrolling are the number of pass forklift inspections and failed forklift inspections. Again, key information.

You can click on the low, medium and high to go in more depth what that means. For instance, customize the dates, find out which forklift(s) are having the most impacts, who’s driving etc.

In addition, if a driver comes to you and says, “It wasn’t me!” The forklift safety system (if you turn the toggle to on) have the camera take a picture of who was driving during the time of impact. There’s no disputing the picture with a date and time stamp.

Contact Us!

Contact us today at sales@siera.ai or call us at (512) 817 0702.

[skankhunt44]

First day at a job ended up leaving.

Lift trucks driving forwards with forks in the air with and without loads

A lift crane holding about half a ton suspended in the air as they drive forward towards me, forwards, with no verbal or horn to warn us he was incoming.

I couldn't step around my own zone for fear of a lift hitting me.

I watched my "supervisor" drive a fork lift with her forks in the air and forwards...

Also apparently they didn't hear about the new lunch break rule?

You are entitled to a 30 min break, whether paid or unpaid.

I was also not given proper PPE.

Nice...

Reeeeeaaaalllll nice.

[daddymilker691]

A fairytale for 2023 , Peter grew up on the rough side of the tracks driving forklift trucks on the Liverpool docks always bullied for slight build Peter at times despaired but the foreman of the factory was good friends with Sir Charles an enlightened older gentleman with innovative ideas about how people should be treated and invited Peter to dinner at a rather exclusive Mayfair club Sir Charles saw young peters potential straight away and embraced it oh you darling boy he exclaimed you poor thing having to work with such a rough and uneducated crowd I’m going to call you Petra from now on and you have total permission to flounce about wherever you may wish the only condition being that every so often you will lift up that pretty dress and let me give your silky panties a very nice inspection I promise you will enjoy it he smiled Peter now more accustomed to the name Petra blushed but did nothing to stop Sir Charles very intimate caresses

[roosterforme]

Cockpit Love | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When you jokingly told Bradley that you would be jealous of him spending so much time with his Super Hornet, he decided it was time to let you stake your claim on him in the cockpit.

Warnings: Fluff, smut and swearing

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for a request! Check out my masterlist for more!

It was just a joke, something you had said to Bradley right before he left for his twelve week deployment. But he kept thinking about it, and the way you'd delivered it in your soft, bedroom voice. 

"Hurry back home to me. After twelve weeks, I'll be so jealous of all the attention you've given to you F/A-18, you might have to fuck me in the cockpit so I can assert my dominance."

He had spent countless hours with his aircraft, flying several missions and some over-water training sessions as well. His Super Hornet was his first love. But you were his forever love. And he had been going crazy just thinking about having you in the cockpit. 

Now that he was about to arrive back at the port in San Diego, soon he would be in your arms. Bradley was counting down the minutes until he was allowed off the aircraft carrier. When he walked down the ramp, he saw you in the distance, sitting on the hood of his Bronco and waving to him with both arms in the air.

"Bradley!" you called out, smiling so much, he couldn't wait to kiss you.

With a smile, he pushed through the crowd of people, eventually running across the asphalt in his combat boots until he was dropping his bag on the ground and reaching for you. 

"Bradley," you gasped as he ran his big hands up your bare thighs under your dress. You remained perched on the hood, but you leaned down to wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him.

"I love you so much. I missed you, baby," he said, grinning as you spread your legs a bit so he could stand between them. He caught your left hand in his and twisted your engagement ring around your finger before kissing your palm. 

"I missed you, too!" you gushed, kissing his lips and his cheeks. "Three months," you said in a softer voice as other officers and personnel walked past. "Do you have any idea how desperate I am for you?" You pulled him snug against you and kissed him hard. 

Bradley groaned as he dipped his tongue between your lips and tasted you. It was familiar and perfect, and you were exactly what he needed. But now your fingers were on his uniform buttons, and he was going to have to figure out how to get you to wait a little longer. 

"Come here," he told you, gently helping you slide down from the hood and wrapping his arms around you. He rubbed his nose along yours. "I'm desperate for you, too. Thought about you the whole time."

You bit your lip and looked up at him with wide eyes. "Let's go home." You started to make your way to the passenger side door, but Bradley caught you in his arms again.

"How about I try to convince you to wait a little bit longer."

You laughed softly, undoing two more of his shirt buttons and nipping at his neck. "What? Why?" you asked, running your fingers along his white undershirt and grabbing his dog tags.

But Bradley wrapped his hand gently around the front of your neck as he turned to his right, and used his thumb to turn your head that way as well. He stroked you with his fingertips until you were moaning softly, your eyes tracking his F/A-18 as an oversized forklift unloaded it from the carrier deck.

He put his lips right below your ear, teasing you with his mustache. "Do you remember what you said to me right before I left?"

You swallowed hard against his palm as he kissed your earlobe. "That I was going to wear out the deluxe pack of batteries you bought?"

He started laughing. "Well, besides that," he said, kissing your cheek and then looking you in the eye. "You told me you might need me to fuck you in my Super Hornet. Show the old girl who's really in charge."

Your jaw dropped open, and Bradley watched your excitement build as your eyes glittered and your pupils widened. "Are you serious?" 

He nodded and shrugged. "If you want to."

"I want to," you groaned. "Please?" Bradley responded by backing you up against the Bronco and kissing you until your upper lip was a little swollen and puffy from his mustache rubbing you. 

"Mmm, just gotta wait until they tow it back to the tarmac," he whispered, running his hand up your dress again as you pressed yourself against his cock which was thankfully being restrained by his thigh, khaki uniform pants. 

"How long will that take?" you asked breathlessly. 

"Not too long, baby," he replied, squeezing your thigh, nearly certain you skipped underwear. "Get in the Bronco."

You handed him the keys and hopped in while he threw his bag in the back. Bradley tried his best to drive safely across the naval base to the lot where he usually parked, but you were leaning across the seat, stroking his thigh and kissing his neck. 

"I really love how much you missed me," he grunted, pulling up to the security gate. "Baby, I need your ID."

You released him for a moment to dig out your driver's license for the security guard. 

He looked at your photo ID and then entered your information into his computer. "You're on the approved guests list," he said, adding your ID to the visitor's folder. "Make sure you check out before you leave. Enjoy your visit."

"Thanks, I plan on it," you told him with a grin, and Bradley was already laughing as he drove past the raised gate.

"Alright, baby," Bradley told you, parking the Bronco and turning the key. "Come over here."

He patted his thigh and you were immediately straddling his lap. Bradley tipped his head back against the headrest, and you leaned in for a filthy kiss, licking his bottom lip before sucking on it. He groaned, guiding you by the hips, letting you grind against him. 

"Oh, fuck," he grunted. "I missed you." He ran his hand along your butt, realizing his earlier assumption about your lack of underwear was correct. "Tell me you missed me," he whispered while you sucked on his neck. 

"I missed you, Bradley," you whimpered. He let his fingers trail down your ass until he was teasing your soaking pussy. "Oh!" you gasped loudly, releasing his neck with a surprised look on your face as Bradley shoved two fingers deep inside you. 

"Tell me again how much you missed me," he demanded with a smirk.

"I missed you all the time! Oh, fuck, Bradley!" You moaned his name over and over as he fingered you and brought his other hand to get reacquainted with your clit. Right when he could tell you were getting close, he pulled both hands away from you, and you looked at him like you wanted to cry.

You watched him lick his fingers clean. "Been too long since I got to taste you," he groaned, and you pressed your mouth to his, always loving to taste yourself on his lips. "Save the rest for the cockpit, baby," he said, scooping you up and climbing out of the Bronco with an outrageously hard dick.

"Okay," you whined, a little unsteady on your feet as Bradley led you toward the hangar entrance as the sun was starting to set. The two of you must have looked suspicious as hell to all of the personnel you passed along the way, but he just kept urging you along at a steady clip. Once the two of you were walking back out of the far end, Bradley could see his Super Hornet was now parked in its usual spot, right between Phoenix's and Coyote's. 

"You ready for this?" he asked you, glancing down at your smiling face and puffy lips. 

You nodded once, and Bradley laced his fingers through yours, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. "Let's make a run for it."

He counted to three, and the two of you were sprinting across the tarmac, trying not to laugh as you ducked past Coyote's aircraft. Bradley reached for his ladder, and pulled it down. "Follow me up," he told you with a kiss, making sure nobody was watching. He climbed the ladder quickly and waved you up. 

Your movements were slower and a bit more awkward, unused to doing this like he was. When you got to the top, he hoisted you onto his lap with your back pressed to his chest. You sat on his thigh, leaning forward to look at all of the controls and monitors, running your fingers along some of the toggles and controls. 

"This is so cool," you gasped, reaching for the throttle and yoke. "Why haven't you ever let me visit your cockpit before?"

Bradley laughed. "Because technically you're never supposed to see any of this shit, baby," he told you, kissing along your neck and pushing your dress up your legs. "Now weren't you supposed to be the one who was jealous of my jet? You're touching her so sweetly right now."

You gasped as he bit your jaw gently. "You want me to touch you instead?" You let go of the throttle and dragged your hand up his thigh to his pant zipper, and Bradley sat back while you turned and straddled him.

"You know I do," he growled as you unzipped his khakis and met his eyes as you slipped your hand inside his underwear and stroked him. 

"Now this equipment? This, I am familiar with," you whispered with a smirk as Bradley stroked your breasts through your dress, pulling the fabric down so your nipples peaked out.

He dipped his head down to kiss your tits while you helped him shimmy his pants down a bit in the tight quarters he wasn't used to sharing with another person. Especially not one who was rubbing her wet pussy up and down his length with her head tipped back. 

You were moaning now as he sucked on both nipples in turn. Bradley popped you out of his mouth, glancing around again in the twilight to make sure you were still alone. 

"Alright, baby," he said, urging your pussy up to take his tip. You obliged by sinking down around him with one slow, steady motion that had him gasping. "Fuck, fuck! Three months is a long time."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, riding him just as well as you always did, pressing your breasts into his hands for him to tease you. You held onto his shoulders and kissed him. "It was so long for me to go without you."

It had indeed been too long for him, too. And you felt fucking amazing. "I missed you and your sweet little pussy." You just groaned in response, riding him a little faster. "So fucking tight, and all mine."

You whimpered his name, making his eyes roll back. "Bradley. Are you all mine?"

He dragged one hand down from your tits and reached up your dress to tease you. "Gotta share me," he told you with a laugh. "With this pretty lady," He patted the side of his F/A-18 before squeezing your hip.

He flicked your clit, making your eyes go wide as you gasped. A few more strokes, and he could feel you started to clench around him. 

"I think you prefer me to her," you insisted, your voice breaking as you gasped, rolling your hips a little slower as your orgasm took over. 

"I definitely do. But don't tell her that." Bradley grabbed you by both hips, thrusting up into you with his feet planted on the floor until you cried out. He put his mouth on yours to keep you quiet as he groaned, filling you with his cum. 

Once you were quieter, Bradley tipped his head back and looked up at the stars that were starting to appear, still enjoying the feeling of you surrounding him. When your head came to rest on his shoulder, he whispered, "I can't wait to marry you next weekend."

You giggled, rubbing your nose along his jaw and kissing his cheek. "Oh, that will make her really jealous." Now you were the one patting the side of his jet, and Bradley kissed you hard on the lips. 

"Let's get home, baby. Our bed is a lot more comfortable for round two."

"And round three," you insisted. "And maybe round four?"

Bradley groaned as you pulled him out of your pussy, making a mess on the front of his khakis. "Anything you want."

A few minutes later, he was linking his fingers with yours and playing with your ring. You and he walked back to the Bronco with matching grins, and the evidence of your evening activities on his pants and dripping down your legs. 

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Thanks for reading and please enjoy your visit to the cockpit.

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[merriclo]

spirit tracks link is forklift certified

[eldritch-spouse]

Random headcanon: Jayde is forklift certified because he had to in case Zizz falls asleep too deeply and has somewhere to go in person that can't miss/has to go back to the mansion or straight up Zizz is being specially stubborn to not move. I bet dragging Zizz around like corpse it's a very complete exercise but using a forklift it's just more practical and efficient in the end.

Also, I bet Zizz loooves being Miss Daisy'd around on whatever that can move on its own.

Part of me just wants to say he calls the rest of the imps, and they all lift Zizz like a bunch of pikmin going "hyup hup hup hup hyup hup-".

But the more likely scenario is that Zizz just fucking sleep walks after a decent amount of nudging from one or more imps.

People see Jayde lead a slowly stumbling Zizz around, nudging obstacles out of the way and tugging him to make sure he doesn't go off-track. It might be more stressful and sweat-inducing that trying to drag the demonlord.

It's also likely that Zizz stops mid-walk to sleep while standing or even sit down. And Jayde almost tears his own horns off.

[seat-safety-switch]

Big trend in America right now. Huge, huge trend. Buying broken cars from Japan, and registering them in the States. Of course, we here in Canada have been doing this for years, ever since those cars turned fifteen and became legal for import. Australians, Kiwis? Even longer than that, they just reach out and pluck Skylines off the vine like tomatoes. Together, we depleted the inventory of old cars, crashed ‘em, cut them up, you name it. Now there’s not very many left, and the Americans are responding to it by forking over six-figure cheques for a 240SX with the steering wheel on the wrong side.

This was really funny, right up until I realized that the purchase price of a 1985 Subaru Leone at the Japanese used-car auctions would now go from about $600 to nearly $800. I don’t have that kind of money, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have enough left over after shipping to slam in some un-bent pushrods and a nitrous system. Panicking, I did consider buying some freshly-legalized cars a decade ahead of the Americans, but those too are expensive, bought for thousands of dollars and hoarded in warehouses in Saitama. Ridiculous!

There was just one thing to do. The cheapest way to get these cars would be to move to Japan, where I could conceivably “import” brand new cars, right off the dealer lot. So I ordered a refrigerator from Amazon Japan, stuck myself in the box, and then filled out a return authorization form. Soon, I was off to the Home Islands, entirely on Uncle Jeff’s dime. Sure, it wasn’t a particularly comfortable ride, but I was warmed on that bumpy old cargo ship and jostly old forklift at the docks by the knowledge that I would soon be getting a great deal on a Suzuki Lapin.

As I stepped foot into the dealership, I suddenly realized what I was doing. A new car? Buying one? For money? The salespeople, unaccustomed to seeing a man who had spent the last three months reading a dog-eared copy of a late-1992 edition of Road & Track Magazine while stuck in a refrigerator box without food or water, called the police, and I was summarily deported.

It wasn’t all bad, though. The pigs were driving a five-year-old Toyota Crown. I told them to let me know when the department got rid of it; the puke-proof rear seats seemed like the perfect place to put a leaking transmission from the Pick & Pull.

[amatorysacrivn]

can we get three fun facts from everyone in the cast?

yeah!!

tiffany...

-wanted to be an astronaut and was pursuing her masters in astrophysics before... yk!

-likes snacking on turkish delights and adjacent candies!

-is really good at making necklaces!

rosaline...

-has a portion of her closet dedicated to track suits, they're green teal and blue!

-speaks arabic, english, and a little bit of french!

-fucking hates nuts!

vesperia...

-can play the violin!

-has titty piercings that she deeply regrets!

-is vegetarian!

elita...

-is fluent in japanese and can speak moderate spanish!

-'s favorite song is psychedelic lipstick by demi yo'ko!

-used to sing at nightclubs for extra money!

cy...

-lives in a decent sized house with a garden that costed more than her furniture!

-loves koi fish!

-loves going to raves in her free time and has four arms worth of kandi stocked up!

aziel...

-would have loved to be an anesthesiologist in another timeline!

-misses his little sibling!

-does not own any firearms despite his career!

leviathan...

-slurs his words!

-cackles when he laughs!

-is a talented artist and loves to doodle!

lazaria...

-has escaped death numerous times! like how? tf??? did she survive getting ran over by a forklift??

-loves dragons!

-smells like raspberry pie!

zack...

-decorated his house like a dark academia library!

-is VERY dedicated to his work; will stay up for days on end to connect some strings and get his client off scott free!

-hates thunderstorms but loves snowstorms!

konstantin...

-plays the electric guitar and was in a band back in high school!

-got into the industry when he was 16-17!

-cannot stand neon colors!

casanova...

-plays the saxophone really well!

-has a lovely singing voice!

-cannot stand the taste of energy drinks! prefers tea

kastiel...

-has photographic evidence of supernatural monsters existing! but nobody believes him

-loves manga and anime! he low-key dirty

-would have been a photographer in another timeline!

lorelei...

-used to be a cheerleader in high school! would turn down every chance to make friends w/ her fellow cheerleaders tho

-craves a lobotomy!

-will not wear clothes if they're not made of satin, silk, or velvet!

[xylathesilkwing]

played the Time-Breaker DLC! confusing and both enlightening experience- spoilers under the cut below! It is my feverish ramblings and not professional at all, enjoy

-SAM LAAAAKE I thought you were evil Mr Lake but I only had you for a moment I miss you come back

-JESSEEEE JESSEE jessse hi. hi Jesse (insane)

-no fr though Petri Alanko confirmed that the music that plays during Tim (Shawn?? Jack?? I’m gonna say Tim) and Jesse’s introduction was supposed to be a 1:1 recreation of the music that plays in Quantum Break with Jack and Beth, and I just think that’s neat (going feral)

-the insane scribbling on the whiteboard in the trailer resembles the scribbling the real (original? currently dark place) Tim’s notes:

and since I think it’s confirmed that the DLC episodes are just attempts at Alan Wake trying to escape the dark place, did he see the OG notes and go “oh yeah, I could probably write something with that”? Did he predict what Tim would write that without ever meeting him? Is the multiverse real??

-also, “red headed woman” in both images. obviously in the DLC it’s Jesse, and probably is the same in the actual game (especially with the polyhedrons) but it’d be so cool if he also remembered Beth or those other versions he had seen

-this image alone down below?? listing off names??

obviously we’ve got Jesse, plus Dylan (Faden? possibly her brother?) and someone named Savage, but we’ve also got Lisa, Elisa and Liz being nicknames for Elisabet/related to it. Just sayinnn Beth could be part of that tooo (delusional) (hasn’t finished quantum break yet)

-anyways we continue

-the ocean view hotel is so freaky cool in this world??? The clocks leading you to different rooms, the FBC being present and posting notes on doors and cannonly being there, plus the ENEMIES? I’m afraid of the shadows in Alan Wake’s playthrough but these were also pretty freaky

-JESSEEE I’m sorry I’m just genuinely so insane about her im glad she returned

-while I can’t remember the name of the place she works for, i find it pretty funny she still works for a concealed/unknown agency involved with secret forces. went from supernatural events to the multiverse girl

-the time-sea-whatever outside?? insane. cool. wicked awesome

-“and another version of me got super powers” and it’s her lifting a forklift!! Love the control references, especially the Alien Guardian Angel one.

-“as you say, characters in a video game” METAA

-okay I had to put this here but Tim/Jesse shippers.. I see you. like I’m an avid Jessily shipper but genuinely I see the appeal

LIKE? Obviously this is most likely an homage to the fan theories of Jesse and Tim being echoes of Beth and Jack, but it’s also so interesting Alan-wake wise. I could probably make a separate post for this but like- imagine you’re Jesse and you’re seeing all these versions of a man some variant of you loved die gruesome deaths, and you’re feeling these feelings that aren’t actually /yours/, it’s. I’m insane it’s so freaky and cool and sad and ARGH

And for Tim!! your other versions were trying to find this girl and when you get there you realize that the feelings you feel for her aren’t actually yours either! just some version of you and some version of her that probably didn’t work out! I’m gonna go insane!

-the arcade game sequence was INSANE and I love it so much. I wish we saw more of that universe

-the universe with all the empty time-core-thingies?? insane, freaky, perfect.

-THE VOID? THE TEXT?

-okay so I might be weird for this but instead of thinking about The Master of Many Worlds I thought about the red headed woman I’m so sorry. definitely got caught off track but the way her name is LIS like the names list?? and she’s a DANCER? <—— I’m a dancer

-it was so freaky when all the text and numbers turned into Alan Wake at his desk?? but also so meta and cool?? insane DLC

-awesome DLC! North Star is my favorite so far but tbh this one was super meta I loved it

[pawgliacci]

Tagged by: @herfavorite

Are you named after someone?

🎣No, but I almost got named after this liquor

Last time you cried?

🎣A couple days into the new year

Do you have kids?

🎣If I do, I sure don't know about em

Any sports that you play or used to play?

🎣Track and field, baseball. I never did football or basketball other than playing with my friends

Do you use sarcasm?

🎣Come on man 🙄

What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

🎣hair or lack of

Eye color?

⬇

The one on the left is blinding myself with the phone led and the right is out in sunlight just now. Argue in the poll below

Scary movies or happy endings?

🎣happy ending :)

Any talents?

🎣I'm forklift certified 😏

Where were you born?

🎣CLEVELAND BABY

Hobbies?

🎣Fishing, hunting, cooking, motorcycle riding, bideo game(not much these days), biking, camping

Height?

🎣1.83m. not gonna say **** cause people get weird enough when there's just two of em. who knows what would happen if you say 6

Favorite subject in school?

🎣Español

Your dream job?

🎣alaskan hunting and fishing guide

I'm not gonna tag anyone, but you can do it if you want to :)

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Had a thought. AU where Cassie's dad died to Mimic with the rest of the construction workers and Fazbear Ent., knowing that Cassie had stayed with Roxy at least once before, decided that to avoid possible legal issues and having to deal with social services in any capacity, they just straight up give Cassie to Roxy.

Roxy going through the emotional hell of her and the four Minis that were with her being the only survivors of the Mimic incident, and Fazbear officials show up with a distraught Cassie like "yeah she lives here now. Find a space for her and we'll have all the stuff in her home moved in by the end of the week. Bye!" She tries to argue at all and they just keep saying that any kid would be thrilled to live at the Pizzaplex with Freddy and friends!

I feel like she'd for sure start screaming at whoever she could reach if they also took her out of regular school to further cover their tracks. Just "bitch do I look like a fucking teacher??? What am I gonna do?? Teach her to hotwire a fucking forklift?????" She's not a parent either and neither of them want her to be literally what is she supposed to do here?? Help???

Could not be a more fucked up situation honestly! Especially if Cassie is aware that there's "monsters" in the Plex that Roxy is in charge of guarding! Like yeah sure she's gonna be so happy living in a Plex full of monsters that killed her dad probably!! Thanks Fazbear!!!

[anonymouspuzzler]

holly's been talkin a little about her splatoon sona/character, do you have anything you can share about yours?

sure thing!!! i gave her a name, but i forgot it and don't remember where i wrote it down, so i have returned to her nickname of "forklift certified" (because she's forklift certified). she used to handle record-keeping/trade relations for the octarian empire (meaning a lot of dealing with salmonids for a while there), deserted in a panic when it became clear a lot of other octarians were leaving, got lost, found little buddy, got more lost, and is now in Splatsville freaking out about being caught somehow. she is, for lack of a better word, kind of a fucking coward who will side with whoever around her seems most equipped to protect her. she speaks only Old Octarian (even Octavio finds her antiquated and overformal).

one additional post-story mode tidbit under the cut...

post-splat3 story mode, she ends up getting designated as an "ambassador" by Octavio to help negotiate relations between the octarian empire, splatsville families, and squid culture/new squidbeak splatoon. this mostly manifests as her riding around in Octavio's mech constantly looking like she's about to have a panic attack and desperately trying to keep track of whether or not he and cuttlefish are divorced this week.

here's a little sketch i found of her!

[latenightgasstationwalk]

Resume:

When I worked at Walgreens I was stealing like $30 worth of snacks an hour and putting them in my locker. When I walked out whoever cleaned out my locker must have been like “damn”

I used to take products off the sales floor at Walmart and put them in the trash compactor when I was bored

I worked at a sausage factory for a month. Stole 4 pairs of rubber boots.

Worked at jimmy Johns for 4 years. Let’s just say they’re still reeling back from an insane surge of cookie thefts.

Used to work at a coca-Cola warehouse. Let’s just say somewhere out there theirs a forklift driver still wondering where his forklift went that day. 

Used to work at UPS. Let’s just say the people of rockfalls Illinois are wondering why their packages showed up a couple weeks late that one time.

Used to work for a railroad company. Let’s just say there was a derailment and the conductor was like “where did all the tracks go”

[dateinthelife]

11 June 1960

Fed up by not being paid and being on the wrong side of John Lennon's wit, drummer Tommy Moore doesn't show for a gig at the Grosvenor Ballroom. At his house, the other members of the Silver Beetles are informed by his girlfriend that he's quit to take the night shift at the Garston bottleworks.

The band tracks Tommy to his forklift in the factory, but he refuses to disembark, so they drive to the gig and perform in front of an empty drum kit. John Lennon, fearing the rowdy crowd will turn on them if they do not present a full band, asks for a sub from the audience.

Gang leader and teddy boy Ronnie, who has never played drums, takes the job, and fearing even more for life and equipment, the boys call Allan Williams during the break to come rescue them and their unpaid-for drums.

[transboysokka]

Tell us about your extensive list of injuries!

ok this is probably why my body is so shitty now lol

like idk if this is A Lot but also the doctor i had my whole time in America's philosophy was "give it time and your body will heal it" and idk if it was him or my shitty dad who just like didn't know about physical therapy lol but yeah

feel free to use any of this as fanfic inspo lmao

I don't think anything here is TOO graphic but, y'know, take care of yourselves

I was BORN with a broken collarbone because i was... 10.5 pounds as a baby? Couldn't fit through the hole lolol like i guess the DELIVERY took 2.5 hours

this isn't an injury but feels like it belongs here... i have a bleeding disorder so when i was a kid between like 3-5 years old i'd get these TERRIBLE nosebleeds that, no lie, would fill up a bath towel. so i had two nose cauterizations when i was 5 and 6. so. surgery.

Many many ankle sprains lol

In... Grade 8? I broke BOTH of my ankles at the same time bc i tried to jump hurdles in track AFTER having already pulled a muscle. so i landed terribly wrong... lol they had me doing shot put the rest of the season bc that was the only thing i didnt have to move my legs so much doing

somehow i think... i was mostly okay through high school... somehow? (maybe not i dont remember a lot of high school lol)

ok so in college i worked at this Religiously Traumatizing summer camp and i did all the like Carrying Heavy Stuff Around jobs but i slipped in the mud from standing height and slammed RIGHT down on my right knee and i swear i landed on a rock or something? yeahhhhh that's my most fucked up one still, it NEVER healed right and actually the way they had me using crutches for that one really messed up my OTHER knee too

about... 6 years ago right before i moved to asia i worked in construction sales (fucking loved that job, i was so buff driving forklifts and tossing around bags of cement) and i was lifting a 14-foot 4x6 WET pressure-treated beam, so we're talking like... idk that's gotta be 30kg, am i exaggerating? (on my own, as I probably shouldn't have done) over my head and DROPPED IT ON MY FACE. HUGE laceration and concussion

ANYWAY i was sleeping in my sister's top bunk at the time lmao and so the next morning I FELL OUT OF IT AND LANDED ON THE SAME DAMN LEFT COLLARBONE I BROKE AS A BABY. snapped the thing clean in half. waited a month for it to heal on its own, it didnt, and i needed surgery for them to break it again and fix it. I still have the plate and screws in there. but now that whole area is kind of fucked muscle-wise too

OH i almost forgot i got in a scooter accident a few months ago, major head injury there. like passed out for 10 minutes kind of head injury! but also i cut my finger like right down to the bone so that was... fun to heal...

so yeah... is it a lot? idk lol but that's all of them i think