FallenAtlas

What's the correct grammar?

I have no idea what it even means.

This is confusing as I know little of anything here, but thankfully because I know little of everything here, I won't let it bother me. Off to the next big thing!

I try and run a respectable blog and I get these kinds of messages.

Add me to the list. I could do with some motivation.

Not one of my heroes, that's for sure. Maybe an inventor of sorts? Edison? Tesla? How about Van Gogh, and his struggles? Perhaps Stalin and see what kind of man he was before he became a tyrant and murderer? How about a defender of the Alamo? A soldier or warrior that nobody will ever remember but played a part in an important battle? Get to see and speak to them about the event at a real personal level? What about a peasant? A simple French farmer in the 13th century, and his values and morals, his beliefs and ideas? A king? I don't know, so many options, so many things I want to know and ask, it's hard to say.

IC: Agonos "What the...a pole?" He muttered, pulling the rust-covered bar from the gray sands. He tested the weight and stood to his feet to give it a few swings. A little heavy for a weapon, but could be useful nevertheless. But a question nagged him inside: Why was it out here like this? There's no good land for a settlement among the dunes. Was there something hidden beneath the sands? He smirked. He would be back tomorrow. Alone. If there's something out here, it was his, and his alone.

Guess.

IC: Agonos Agonos was bitter and angry. Here he was, out in the middle of nowhere, digging because the newcomers decided to stay. He could die out here, he realized, but he knew he would die anyways if he didn't find something of value. Something useful. An unlimited water supply, perhaps? He laughed quietly at that one. He knew better too. You don't come out this far. There's things in the night and in the wastes around the village. If he died, it would be his fault. It would be-clink. "What the?" He whispered, eyes wide in wonder. He stabbed again with his shovel. Clink. Clink. Clink. He tossed his shovel to the side and began to dig with his hands, his fingers wrapping around something hard....and it felt different. He pulled it out, breathing heavily. "What the...what is this?"

IC: Agonos Agonos muttered angrily to himself as he stepped out further in the dry wasteland than he had ever gone before. If he wanted good scrap, a good find, he would have to go deeper out there. Deeper than he wanted, but it wasn't like he had a choice. "Maybe I can find a river and just live there." He said aloud to himself. So, foot in front of foot, he went. Deeper. Onward and onward. A few hours had passed and the sun climbed slowly. Canus became a glimmer in the distance, a few outlying shacks still clearly visible, but if he continued now, he would get lost. "Perfect." he muttered. He flopped onto the ground, shovel out, and began to dig steadily.

IC: Kaikino He wanted to laugh. All that secrecy and acting and it's a simple hit job. This guy was nuts or new to the profession. "I'm in." Kaikino said simply.

I think I'm a little old to be buying Legos.

$1,456 in tips since I've started delivering pizzas. And this isn't even a rich town, it's more bordering poor/middle class. It's a lot of money.

IC: Agonos GOOD MORNING The phrase screamed into his mind when he awoken. Another restless night, another tiring day. His body groaned and his voice matched the sentiment as he rose from the sandy floor. He gathered his gear into his rotten sack and slung it over his shoulder. A canteen was attached to his belt and a little water sloshed inside. "Too many," he muttered, "too frigging many..." He started out towards the Wastes, away from the town center. He had no desire to meet and greet the new ones. Leeches. He'd wait until they proved themselves. If. OOC: Agonos OFI

IC: Kaikino This being......he isn't all here. This isn't safe. Was it worth taking his money? His mood changed drastically since this other fellow showed up. Kaikino kept his hammer close, and his eyes on a swivel.

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IC: Kaikino Kaikino slung his warhammer to his side again and leaned up against a stack of boxes in the alleyway. He was just watching and observing at this point.

IC: Agonos Agonos' shack was little more than four rusty walls, a roof with more holes than he liked, and just enough room for him to lay down and get some sleep on a sandy bed he dug for himself. It was rough, but it was home. He was actually thankful he didn't build a bigger shack; he heard that other Matoran were sharing their shacks for the newcomers. "Barely here and they want to leech off everybody. Figures." He muttered as he rolled over.

I play Civ3 and Civ5. Both are great fun, but I love Civ3 more(lots of memories from when I was young.). Civ6 looks interesting, I hope the changes work out well. I'm optimistic. Graphics look weak, but that doesn't bother much at all.

IC: Kaikino Kaikino swore as another being ran into the alleyway. This job was getting messy, fast. A lot of powered beings too, and Kaikino had to admit he wasn't that good fighting against elemental forces. He took up position beside his employer-who, he just realized, he never really caught his name-and held his warhammer steady. "I think," he called out to the newcomer, "we have this handled. Move along."

IC: Agonos Agonos snorted, but left Aurelius' statement hanging in the air. "Goodnight Aurelius, I'll see you in the morning." He finally replied and with a bowed head Agonos walked away from the small alley to a small shack on the other side of town. Already, Agonos was going through his inventory of items he had to determine what he needed, what he could give away, and what would be a good weapon. He wasn't sure if Aurelius really believed things were going to get bad or if he was just agreeing to agree; either way, Agonos wasn't going to be unprepared when Canus fell into ruin and mayhem. The only question he found himself asking was, "When?"

IC: Agonos Agonos rubbed his chin as he looked up at the setting sun. "Better get to bed. Or whatever you have planned for the evening." He turned, looked back out at the wastelands and sighed. "Now we're gonna have to work twice as hard if we want all of them to survive. And I'm already so tired."

OOC: I legitimately forgot to post in this thread with Wasteland starting up and I feel really bad because I harassed people to post and now I didn't. Gee whiz. IC: Kaikino Kaikino was very surprised by the sudden growth of beings in the alleyway. He wasn't going to lie, he wasn't sure who he was supposed to fight in this cluster of mayhem. He leaped away from the action and into the frame of a small doorway for a moment as he gathered his senses. "Who do I hit?!" he shouted to his employer as he unhooked his warhammer from its sling.