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{{Inspired by a few dolls at If Looks Could Kill. -_-;; Ahem... Bear with me, I have very little knowledge of The Matrix and what I do know isn't that vast except the fact that I know robots found that humans are a sufficient battery.}}
Setting: Zion, whatever year it is. Plot: Eh... We'll figure something out eventually. Limits: In Zion, you can't be "all-powerful". Zion is basically underground Earth, I think... The Matrix is a fantasy world, and some people use simulations as a way to retreat from the problems of life in Zion. {{Sarah, help me out here? ^^;}} ![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Ooc: I see now. ^^; I didn't know about that part; I saw the ending of the first movie, as you know, so I'm stuck...
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Ooc: I saw the first and second movie fully, and most of the third. So, ask any questions.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Ooc: *opens mouth, then shuts it* Nope. ^_^ Could you start it? *is clueless, really*
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Ooc: Alright...
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Ooc: Okies. ^_^
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Ooc: Got one!
Delilah Delmonte was fifteen years old, able to read and pretty. Useful, in a high school. But when shooting a load of Sentient robots, like octo*****s with many many more legs and a truck load of eyes, they never helped. Her darkish brunette hair was in a mess, blueish green eyes flashing angrily as she emptied one cartridge of bulets after another into the Sentients. RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |
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Two teens behind her, Toka and Tiro, twins, were kicking a few out of the way.
Toka had black hair down to her rear, and her eyes were a strange gray-pink color. She was pale, almost albino. Tiro was tanned and had red hair and brown eyes. ![]() (Sig base by Bunnystick.) Here's a tip: DON'T TRY TO FRIEND ME. I hate it when people try to friend me, especially if they just broke board rules. Friending moderators or friends of moderators will NOT exempt you from trouble. END STORY. |
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Delilah dodged a peice of Sentient, the things were everywhere and getting no less no matter how many her or anyone else killed.
RTFM: Read The Freaking Manual. Or stickies, in this case. Pot, Kettle is your sister, and you're from the Noble House of Black. - Quartz Falcon, VGR Mailbag You are not a special little snowflake, you are a pain in my ass. |