I told my father that I am leaving the state in less than a week. He was less than pleased of course. He said all of the things that I knew he would, not surprisingly all the same things that already keep me awake at night. Thank you and mom for making me into a paranoid shut-in by the way. He was really emotional which is always creepy for me. He wanted to get me alone to “talk” which I shot down everytime he brought it up. I don’t need another screaming match with a former cop thanks. I don’t particularly like having to work out how I’d take down my own father. But if he got in my face again I’d probably snap and I know which shoulder is the bionic one and that’s the first place I’d go. It’s just been a rough day.
Some work doodles.
I managed to find the one spot in the lunch room where it is physically impossible for someone to sit next to me.
I probably spend about an hour or so just hiding in the bathroom trying to get my head back into order.
I’m really glad I’m leaving this job soon.
there’s a few obnoxious missions and the plot is p dang bad (“looks like the free market is in trouble!” - an actual line from an actual [side] mission in this game) but it’s still really fun and the art is GORGEOUS and i love all the different wild combos you can do with your different characters
also i wanna date/be a gria
Some of the classes are kind of redundant also, but over all it’s fun to play. Lost my copy during the flight from and subsequent foreclosure of my house though so I never finished it.
AI Cafe Ramblings
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~This one is going up a little rough, I’ll come back and clean it up later I just really wanted to put something new up.~
“What tha heck is this drek?” Grumbled the hacker, vaguely indicating the exterior of the bar with an arm despite her steed being unable to see to the gesture.
“I go away for a lil while and all a sudden this place is public hang out number one or some shite?”
The club in question was Shatter Hall, a gigantic repurposed factory converted into one of the loudest, most violent clubs in the city. It was particularly well known for having several large bay doors that opened out into the streets allowing large industrial androids and aliens of four wheeled vehicle size and greater variety to patronize the facility. It boasted one of the most varied crowds in the city as well, serving every sort of xenoform being at any one of its four bars.
A reptilian alien was attempting to direct traffic, a long scaly tail shifted with dry slithering noise as the flustered door attendant turned from patron to patron. When Nina and Dotara completely circumvented the line up to amble up to the fellow directly he let out a sharp little squeak. Following it up with admirable courage he spoke.
“P-pardon me miss and miss, but I’m going to have to ask you to-“
“Naw naw, I don’t do autographs babe. I’m p busy ya know and I dun like paper trails or any a that drek. Just step aside for my lady friend an I so we can get our club on.”
If I had to make a list of things I really want to do before I die, one of them is play dnd with Robin Williams.
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