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From: H4K3R222
To: HIH
I git conectsuns 2 the F B I + the C I A + i take petty on u if u giv me the blog I wont hak u but if u dont Ill git my freinds 2 git u.
F.B.I.? Federal rempart, pavois Investigators? Face it, you're just failing to get a reaction from me, and you're making up acronyms.
NOOOOO!!!!!! I M NOT!!! I GIT CONNECTSUNS!!!!!!
Why are toi even here?
I m hear to mak sur u r bein good ppl + so far u r not.
No, really.
SHUT UP I M BETTR THAN U!!!!!!!!
LOLfail at angering me.
Drat. It's begun.
From: H4K3R222
To: HIH
I git conectsuns 2 the F B I + the C I A + i take petty on u if u giv me the blog I wont hak u but if u dont Ill git my freinds 2 git u.
F.B.I.? Federal rempart, pavois Investigators? Face it, you're just failing to get a reaction from me, and you're making up acronyms.
NOOOOO!!!!!! I M NOT!!! I GIT CONNECTSUNS!!!!!!
Why are toi even here?
I m hear to mak sur u r bein good ppl + so far u r not.
No, really.
SHUT UP I M BETTR THAN U!!!!!!!!
LOLfail at angering me.
Drat. It's begun.
Name: Danny Roseau
Nationality: Nimean, Taetoro
Age: 22
Dialect: Common
Personality: Bi-Polar
Love-Life: Has a girlfriend, Tally Hawain
Favourite Day: The entire mois of Spring
Religion: Lutheran
Friends: Jeremy Orlansu, Tally Hawain
Back-story: He never was chosen to be an Infiltraitor. He joined up, much to the displeasure of the Noch, which 'strongly recommended he stay at home'.
He left anyway.
Supposedly, he takes his meds, but it doesn't really montrer most of the time.
He met Jeremy and Tally at a political function, fell in l’amour with Tally, and inadvertently made his future best friend into a (not-so-Platonic) Platonic.
He pays his dues on-time, somehow, and receives a heavy sum not to rejoindre any local governments.
He owns a car, and has an extensive collection of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics memorabilia.
He hates any and all sushi.
animé freaks him out.
And touching his hair scares him outside of the measurable proportions.
Nationality: Nimean, Taetoro
Age: 22
Dialect: Common
Personality: Bi-Polar
Love-Life: Has a girlfriend, Tally Hawain
Favourite Day: The entire mois of Spring
Religion: Lutheran
Friends: Jeremy Orlansu, Tally Hawain
Back-story: He never was chosen to be an Infiltraitor. He joined up, much to the displeasure of the Noch, which 'strongly recommended he stay at home'.
He left anyway.
Supposedly, he takes his meds, but it doesn't really montrer most of the time.
He met Jeremy and Tally at a political function, fell in l’amour with Tally, and inadvertently made his future best friend into a (not-so-Platonic) Platonic.
He pays his dues on-time, somehow, and receives a heavy sum not to rejoindre any local governments.
He owns a car, and has an extensive collection of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics memorabilia.
He hates any and all sushi.
animé freaks him out.
And touching his hair scares him outside of the measurable proportions.
It all happened so fast.
It started when MacGrath tried to run, and he was headed off par the Hunters down the road.
Mercer simply strode toward his prey, smiling with extreme malevolence.
Grabbing MacGrath par the jacket, he jumped up to an active water tower and shoved the man in, a Hunter sample inside of him already.
"Checkmate," was the only thing he a dit as he ran off to a hive that was preforming incorrectly.
Mercer sat in Grande Central Station, dissapointed.
No one to fight, no one to war with.
Now, the only person who could've been a challenge was a mindless Hunter.
Slumping a bit, he made a resolution; to find and preserve challenges so he could use them later.
Dawning his biomatic hood, Mercer strode out of Grande Central Station, outside of the island of Manhattan, and into the world.
The world full of new challenges.
Running in no real path, Mercer began his hunt for people who could match with him.
It started when MacGrath tried to run, and he was headed off par the Hunters down the road.
Mercer simply strode toward his prey, smiling with extreme malevolence.
Grabbing MacGrath par the jacket, he jumped up to an active water tower and shoved the man in, a Hunter sample inside of him already.
"Checkmate," was the only thing he a dit as he ran off to a hive that was preforming incorrectly.
Mercer sat in Grande Central Station, dissapointed.
No one to fight, no one to war with.
Now, the only person who could've been a challenge was a mindless Hunter.
Slumping a bit, he made a resolution; to find and preserve challenges so he could use them later.
Dawning his biomatic hood, Mercer strode out of Grande Central Station, outside of the island of Manhattan, and into the world.
The world full of new challenges.
Running in no real path, Mercer began his hunt for people who could match with him.
