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|#49 - This just made your avatar slightly more disturbing. …||03/30/2016 on Even The Little Ones||+17|
|#27 - Picture||03/28/2016 on When Someone has the same...||+1|
|#12 - Now i want it.||03/28/2016 on When Someone has the same...||+1|
|#25 - So the thing is. If you have relatively good eyesight and use … [+] (1 new reply)||03/28/2016 on 4 eyes||+7|
|#3 - For ***** sake people. When the **** did we become /pol/? [+] (11 new replies)||03/27/2016 on Harry was big fan of Kiss||+91|
#59 - anon (03/27/2016) [-]
isn't that an idf soldier?
#18 - anon (03/27/2016) [-]
The majority of which went to 8chan. I really never understood why the original /pol/lacks chose to come here, to a website that had a completely different user base, culture, and purpose than just moving on over to fullchan.
|#89 - So i got a question. How hard is it for a woman in In… [+] (1 new reply)||03/24/2016 on Based India||0|
|#9 - There was a rush of what felt like wind, and then darkness,… [+] (1 new reply)||03/22/2016 on being human||+8|
|#7 - ''What was created is the clockwork killing machine that Corin… [+] (2 new replies)||03/22/2016 on being human||+17|
#9 - felixjarl (03/22/2016) [-]
There was a rush of what felt like wind, and then darkness, and then light. There was a young girl dressed like a ballerina. She danced in front of an audience. She was quite gifted. However, this memory was muted, disconnected emotionally.
Colors blur. The Institute of War comes back into focus.
"Orianna, are those your memories?" asked Senior Summoner Montrose.
The clockwork girl laughed. It wasn't playful. It was cold and mechanical. "Those are Orianna's memories. I am Orianna. My father says so."
The younger summoner looked to Montrose for his cue. His composure unshaken, he nodded his head. "Then we'll try again."
Shadows, lights, colors. Someone had constructed what appeared to be a lane from Summoner's Rift. The young girl was much older now, and quite agile. She seemed to be training as a champion. There was a tower and it appeared to be fully armed.
The one-eyed trainer coaxed her on with a gruff voice. "Come on, Orianna. Time to learn how to tower dive. I've goosed the power down, but it'll hurt if you get hit."
The girl smiled naïvely. She readied herself, the picture of agility and poise. She began the run as the tower fired bolts at her. It was immediately clear that something was wrong. The blasts from the tower did not seem benign, as they chewed up the ground around her. Her natural grace kept her one step ahead, for the moment, as they began to come more and more frequently. The trainer mashed his controls, trying desperately to turn it off, yelling at her the whole time. However, Orianna was too engrossed in her exercise to notice.
The first blast took her off her feet, knocking her into the ground. Winded, she attempted to get up. The second blast wasn't far behind. She tried weakly to get up, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. After the third, she didn't get up.
Colors blur. The Institute of War came back into focus.
"Yes, I died," offered Orianna.
You could literally not be more wrong.
|#5 - And this is how communism works. Bring everyone to th… [+] (1 new reply)||03/22/2016 on lel||+4|
#6 - anon (03/22/2016) [-]
but his door is bigger than the dogs
|#7 - Picture||03/22/2016 on a mantis practising pole dance||+5|