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We were on the shuttle to Barstow Station when the math began to take hold. It had been over an hour since I jacked the hacked dataslate into the back of my skull, and I had begun to worry that my cogitator had developed a workaround, a resistance, an immunity. But as the lurch of deceleration yanked what was left of my bowels toward the floor, I felt the left side of my body crawl with bugs and soft whores' fingers as my mechanical rightbrain choked on the irreversible computations and self-annihilating fractions I had fed it. Half of my visual and audio input was flooded with error messages and the smell of flo
It's weird to not have a moving avatar any more.
But it was definitively time for a change.
I started playing my MLP game this past Saturday, which was awesome.
I'm looking to GM game online, too, before I set it free for the public to attack.
I just got two crisis suits and a stealth team.
I'm itching to put them together and paint them, you have no idea.
With those out of the way that puts a Devilfish and Pathfinder team on the top of my list.
There is no emote that correctly shows the dumb grin I have right now.
They were on sale!