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me wondering why I’m still here?

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HELLO.

going to try and be more active here, I know I have not been around but that is about to change, if I had a storyline going with you at some point, ditch it and we'll start a whole ass new one, the only thing I ask in return is effort. Thank you, AND in the mean time I will be getting back to instant messages. Thanks for reading this. The mun behind Reaper.

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An apology.

I just wanted to make a small little announcement; I would like to apologize for my lack of activity here, I know I owe some responses and I apologize for making people wait... About a week ago I have endured a horrible tragedy, my cat of fifteen years had passed away, so I was struggling with the loss of my best friend, whom I have raised since the day she was born. I'm still reeling from the loss and grief, my heart aches for her and I miss her terribly. But with that being said, I will definitely try to get back into the swing of things here very soon. I just ask for your patience, that is all and thank you for taking the time to read this. Reaper's mun.

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PSD 062 . COURT JESTER .

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bored.

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R.I.P Matthew Perry.

I don’t know why I’m crying like a fucking idiot over him since I never even fucking met him but it hurts for some reason. It just does. God rest your soul. And may you find peace in your new life.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂 ＦＯＲ 𝙉𝙊 𝙊𝙉𝙀

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂 ＦＯＲ 𝙉𝙊 𝙊𝙉𝙀

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It's not often he meets face to face with something his brain can't quite comprehend. Usually, his encounters involve people and their motives -- some a mystery to be discovered, others pretty clear in their visions. Yet now, he was facing something totally unprecedented. This couldn't be just a masked enemy, but a being out of... could he say a horror movie? They were gigantic and even the general aura of them screamed that they weren't normal -- perhaps an experiment or something much bigger. He freezes for a second, raising his weapon soon-after, but only by instinct. "Who--? What are you?" Alex thinks himself dumb for even trying to establish some kind of communication when the wisest thing would be either to attack or flee... Yet, here he was.

The strange entity that looked like a man but wasn’t quite human in appearance stood over a downed body, blood splattered all over the concrete floor, soft clicking and growls emitted from behind the mask of the figure, taller than the average human male and scales like a reptile with skin color that resembles a corpse, pale blues and dark blues mixed with blacks and a mottled pattern around the darker colors on the creatures body, armor that was barbaric in style yet advanced at the same time, the crimson fluid dropped off of the serrated jagged blades that extended from the wrist of the extraterrestrial entity, he seemed to have found himself in a scuffle and he was the victor, the body remained lifeless with the head completely detached from the shoulders, but then… the sound of a weapon caught him by surprise, his head snaps toward the direction of the sound, he snarled fiercely— we cut to his point of view, the eerie droning and warbling sound with rhythmic thumping that sounded like a heartbeat, three rectangular shapes appear in his interface, shaping into a triangle and we cut back to the scene, and then an extreme close up shot on the side of the creatures helmet; activating his targeting laser, as three little blue dots appear and take aim at his forehead, for in into a precise triangle.

Reaper hissed and clicked, ready to fire should this human even dare open fire on him, he raises a hand and he begins to sign to him, a language that his people call… Silent Hand.

You would be wise to stand down, soft meat…

The Hunter signed, giving him a warning and should he not lower his weapon then that means he would have no other choice than to use deadly force, quick and painless.

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Going to bother people in IMs.

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bored as all hell rn.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝚂 ＦＯＲ 𝙉𝙊 𝙊𝙉𝙀

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ew wtf is happening.

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@hauntedreality

The sickening stench of death and rot permeated the air, the walls stained with a disgusting display of crimson that had now oxidized, from dark browns to a blackish color... and the culprit remained at large within the facility, hidden away from the wandering eyes of his enemies; then we slowly pan up, something can be seen moving slightly, something shimmering perched atop the broken structure, soft growls and haunting clicks broke the ghostly silence, then we cut to the point of view of the cloaked entity, seeing through the eyes of the infrared spectrum.

Dark eerie low droning and humming with thumps that sounded like the beating of a heart, greens on blues were mostly all he could see, and if you're wondering who this is well, his name is Reaper, a lone Yautja that had came here to investigate the disappearance of his siblings, the only two whom he had left in his clan. He unfortunately got his answer when he discovered their bodies outside of the area; the devastating discovery left him with a insatiable desire for vengeance, and to add insult to injury they had been robbed, their technology stolen and taken by the Ooman's - he found this to be a great insult to his deceased brethren. These... Ooman's had taken what family he had left away from him. Now the only thing he had left was his memories of them.

Now left with a heavy heart and the feeling of emptiness he knew it wasn't the time to mourn his loss—he had to make sure that he would find the devices that they had robbed from their corpses, Reaper leapt from his position, landing with a soft grunt and harsh growls, he took a moment to scan his surroundings; heavy footfalls echoed through the large room, Reaper had made his way through the general area, his movements slow and methodical, he knew he had to find the technology soon and make sure that the tech was still within the area otherwise his mission would be all for naught; the hunter remains on high alert and it is only heightened when he hears the approaching footsteps—he stops for a moment unsure of who it could be.

We cut to his point of view once again, his infrared picking up the heat signature of the approaching human, armed with a weapon of his own, he jumps onto the upper deck, peering over the railing while he watches him. The camera cuts back to Reaper, wondering why this one was here? He continues to survey his movements, following him whilst he moved around the machinery on the upper deck of the facility, wondering. He would have to continue to follow him unnoticed.

Soap wasn't sure what to think about this mission in the first place though he is not one to shy away from any sort of challenge by any means. Yet something feels wrong. Why is he going alone? Isn't the whole point of the people he is with working side by side? Oh well.

The primary thing he noticed about the location was the awful smell. Soon Mactavish spots where that came from. A few bodies. . . Not quite a bigger number of them are seen scattered all over the place.

Some are even hanging up with their inside torn apart or missing limbs. Blood splattered on the walls and floors. His task was to retrieve a foreign weapon of some kind.

While the temptation of leaving with an empty hand comes to mind. He is interested in what's going on, clearly, there's more than meets the eye.

He keeps the grip on the weapon he has in his hands tightly and ready. He makes his way through the hallway and double-checks the corpses if they are truly dead on the way. Eventually, John could've sworn he heard something moving although he hadn't explicitly seen anything. He doesn't callouts, on the contrary, he shifts his position and has a steady aim. If there is indeed someone, something, anything they'd make themselves known. . . Right?

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sighs, i knew it was too good to be true. it's whatever, i'm used to it.