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Aww thanks! It’s good to know that there are still people reading, that helps a lot 😁
No, Pyotr. It was 186 minutes ago.
We spent billions developing this simple enzyme to debilitate soldiers taking drugs for gravity sickness. Your soldiers. This enzyme could be genetically tailored for one recipient. Absorbed instantly through the skin without a trace – cardiac arrest. An act of God. I mean this stuff was…staggeringly effective. But then, they banned it. Under the Brussels Act. And yet – here we are. Using it.
You give a monkey a stick, inevitably, he’ll beat another monkey to death with it.

holy crap thank you?? (*^▽^*)
I do intend to continue it eventually. I actually go back and at least make an attempt to work on it pretty regularly, I just kinda……..stopped being motivated because nobody really seemed interested and I got so little feedback :((( But I’ll always be in love with mkaz and I can’t stay away from those two losers for very long, so the fic is definitely not dead. I’ve got like 2100 words of chapter four written at the moment, I just don’t know the time frame on when I’ll update because writing is hard
This is the warship Rocinante. You’re aware of our capabilities more than anyone. We’re escorting a vessel of refugees away from your AO. Any ship that opens fire on us will feel the sum total of our state of the art Martian arsenal rammed up its ass. We’ll all die together. This is our only and final warning. Stay clear.
HMM INTERESTING IT KINDA DOES but yeah it turns out it’s the Polycount logo, which like… right after I made that post I started seeing that logo in a lot of other games since a lot of devs like to throw it in as a sort of easter egg I guess? But yeah I hc that the prostitute from the game was a graphic designer before the aug incident and now he gives those little pins out to his best clients 😏
scott: it’s pathfinder
me: you are a space twink, that’s what you are