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Offline Tain
05-31-2006, 05:33 AM, (This post was last modified: 05-31-2006, 03:06 PM by Tain.)
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We Have Come To Terms

Tain stood upon the deck of the newly revamped (yet again) Red Racoon Dog, dumbfounded. Analyzing his actions the past weeks had been no help. Everything had coerced itself into a messy blur of images and random tidbits of facts. The main thing that confused him was... yes, wasn't he flying an Armored Transport not too long ago? How did he manage to overhaul that, into... well... this.

[Image: rrdsm6ha.jpg]

It was a confusing topic to be brought up, to be sure. But the fact that he had gathered the funds to turn an armored transport into a capital ship paled in comparison to the fact that he had decided to cut corners with his android crewmembers. At times they would go into a sort of seisure, except rather than convulsing they would sit completely still while their cybernetic brain did all the convulsions. It would happen at the most inopportune times, too. Any sudden crashes upon the bridge that were investigated were certain to reveal an android staring at a cup of coffee shattered upon the deck. It would stay there for minutes, sometimes hours, before its circuit breakers kicked in and reset the aging mechanoid's logic matrix.

... Tain wasn't sure, but he thought he may have had unprotected sex a few times in the past weeks as well.

That couldn't be made certain either however.

He sipped his coffee and felt content with this fact.

[Image: deadman.jpg] Penguin.
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The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-16-2006, 08:24 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-16-2006, 08:15 PM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-17-2006, 04:21 PM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-19-2006, 03:35 PM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-25-2006, 03:39 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 05-31-2006, 05:33 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 06-08-2006, 08:57 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 06-13-2006, 10:30 PM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 06-20-2006, 02:37 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 06-22-2006, 06:28 AM
The Red Racoon Dog - by Tain - 06-26-2006, 05:19 PM

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