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Michial picked up a likely looking gun and weighed it in his hands. Hopefully his new hand would know how to shoot, because his personal experience was minimal. “I too would like to escape”
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Idaho: potatoes This one is very true. We get school off here during the harvest season, and I have worked for a farmer. -
“Any recommendations on the right gun my friend?”
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Michial hated violence. He had seen far too much in his childhood, but he begrudgingly joined in the fighting, strangling soldiers and snapping crossbows with his left hand.
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“As much as I appreciate conversation and crazy talk. I am going to to run in other direction. Farewell comrades.” Michial ran as fast as his aging legs could take him in the opposite direction of the ominous noises.
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“Well, since guards came from that way,” Michial said pointing toward the bodies, “Perhaps we should go other way.” Without waiting for a response he began to lightly jog in the indicated direction.
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Why would they open the doors like that? Could someone on the outside be liberating them, or was this a distraction to prevent further wall destruction. “Well shall we go to the halls? Or is this a trap?”
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Michial watched as his hand moved of its accord. He guided it to the next wall, and began to break that one. "My antlered friend, can you climb through this hole and help me break this next wall?" @Channelknight Fadran
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"How much time until Accura discovers hole in wall? We might want to hasten escape." Michial started breaking off more rocks, though his grip felt less powerful than before. There had been something extra on top of his already immense hand strength, then he made the connection, "It is I who has the prosthetic. Was it you strengthening me?"
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“Hello comrade. Any thoughts on our next steps?”
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The wall crumpled allowing Michial to see into the other cells and at last meat his fellow prisoners.
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Michial gripped into the wall with his fingers and squeezed. Cracks began to appear. Punching and been the wrong approach as it didn’t draw on his finger strength. He squeezed until no more cracks were forming. Then he spoke, “I will now require all of your help. On count of three everyone push towards me. One two three!”
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"I have a robotic left hand. I am sure there were more modifications, though I cannot at this time know them. I... hold on." Michial noticed a protrusion coming of of the hand. Upon closer observation he found that it was a small computer chip, locked into a slit on the back of his hand. He couldn't know for sure, but Michial would bet his last bottle of vodka that this chip was inhibiting the full potential of his cyborg abilities. A quick backhand to the wall destroyed the chip. Michial held his breath, hoping that he hadn't permanantly disabled his hand. However, a few seconds later the hand began to glow green from its many cracks and crevices, and Michial knew true strength.
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"Well, our friend Mallory continues to punch the wall. Now that she is resting, perhaps I will try." Michial cocked his arm back then released his arm strength into the wall. Nothing happened. Idiot. Your arm is still the same strength as before. At least it hadn't hurt. "My friend," Michial called to the other cell, "Do you perhaps have any ideas for ways to make use of the modifications made to us?"
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"Yes, conspire is what I mean," Michial replied, "Conspire to escape this jail. The corporation seems to have finished experimenting with us, so they execute us now that we is no longer useful. Escape is now only option." He flexed his hand again. Perhaps these mechanically strengthened fingers could be good for more than playing the piano.
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"Hello fellow prisoners," Michial interjected in his heavily accented English, "My name is Michail, and I too would like to conspiracy."
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Michial flexed his shining new false left fingers, his first thought went to his career, and how this new addition to his body would affect that. Those were stupid thoughts though. He for sure would never play the piano again if he didn't get out of this cell. He could hear two of his fellow inmates speaking through the walls. They were talking in English though. Michial scrounged up all the English he had picked up on his world tours, and forced his brain to understand what they were saying.
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This is amazing, especially the smile on the hammerer's face. It satisfies me in a very dark way. -
The Guild of Classic Rock Fans
Mage replied to Random Bystander's topic in Social Groups, Clans, & Guilds
YESSS! Finally people who appreciate good music. Nothing against people who like contemporary stuff, except that they are wrong. My favorite band is U2, with The Police, Led Zeppelin and The Smiths as close seconds. -
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I keep waiting for the image to resolve, but it never does. It just keeps glaring at me...
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The real question is, will Kaladin have time to care in Book 5? He'll be doing Ishar stuff in Shinovar with everyone's favorite assassin. Who knows, maybe Kalak will be there with Ishar. Basically I'm just skeptical of how much communication can happen in that short a period of time. If Kaladin and Kalak survive to the back half I'm sure they will hate each other, unless Kaladin swears the fifth ideal and that interferes with his hate for those that killed his friends.
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Okay. I just binged all 5 episodes of WandaVision. I’ll try not to spoil anything, but there is an organization called SWORD. I don’t remember the whole acronym but the S and W stand for Sentient Weapon. I immediately thought of Nightblood. Did anyone else have this reaction? I figured I wouldn’t be a true Sanderfan if that didn’t immediately come to mind.
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I don’t know if they have one. I love the Sanderson audiobooks, but I have only seen Alyssa’s. I think there is also a graphic audio though I haven’t listened to any of those. Yeah. I haven’t seen a Kramer in any of my searchings.
