Communications

>> hate it when you're right.

What we're facing is the nightmare from my dream world. Their only reason to exist is to cause the extinction of technologically advanced organic life, and they have a particular dislike for humanity. There will be no mercy and no quarter. They will turn brother against brother, and they will turn the rest of us into raw material to build another Reaper.

We fight, or we die, there's no other option.

» Oh my god.
» It was me.
» I mean they were mine!
» Are mine!

Lookin' for a lady called Flemeth who runs a head shop out 'long the coast. I was told she on the network. If that's you, ma'am, could you be replying, s'il vous plait? I'd sure be grateful.