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Hey! ^^

Right in the middle of book one, I'll go back and start from the beginning later.

Of course, when you are a ripe old height of heccin’ short, and a nine foot tall dude with grey skin and blank blue eyes turns around and nails you with a stare that is enough to freeze hell over, you do one of two things.
A) Drop everything and run, inordinate screaming all the while, or
B) Unload as many rounds of lead as you can into the guy, inordinate screaming all the while.
Or you can
C) do what Osric did, which was consecutively both, firing a whole clip at Titan with zero effect, then deciding that maybe a better option was to get the hell out of dodge.
He did exactly that. There are times to hold your ground, and this was not one of them. As for Titan, he swung around, making the tired realization that this person was also not supposed to be there, so he was obligated to chase them down and kill them brutally. What a life.

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@Oakiin

Thanks guys! :D
Here's another one, then I'm done for the night xDD
It's the resolution between Titan, the tall boy, and Osric, sir short man, AKA how Osic escapes certain death.
Sorry it's so long TwT

The titan was getting closer, so near now that Osric could see every callous on his hands, every line around his icy, whitish-blue eyes. The time was now, or never.
“Hold up!” Osric said, summoning all the bravado he possibly could. “One second, we’ve been having one big misunderstanding, nothing more, nothing less.”
Luck was on his side. Titan, a little confused by his prey’s lack of screaming and cowering, slowed slowly to a stand still, not five feet away from Osric. He stared silently down, trying to make heads or tails of the small man before him, who was now fishing around in his pocket and muttering quietly to himself.
Aha! Osric thought, triumphantly pulling out a certain type of grenade that was in a handy-dandy ring shape. He took a bold step towards the Cephei, and knelt down, proffering the ‘ring’ to Titan.
Since he had no idea what Titan’s name was, he went with his best guess with some added attempts to bamboozle.
“Antidisestablishmentarianism Floccinaucinihilipilification Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis Char­gogg­a­gogg­man­chaugg­a­gogg­chau­bun­a­gung­a­maugg,” he said reverently, creating a fictive name out of the longest words he could summon. “Would you do me the stupendous honor of becoming…my husband? Or wife? Or whatever it is you are?”
Just the sheer amount of syllables in that first sentence was enough to give most fairly educated people a stroke, whether they recognize those words or not, but to take Titan, who’d been out in the ‘real world’ for a sum total of twelve weeks and had maybe a total of twelve minutes human interaction, this was enough to make him have to sit down and reconsider his life for a week. He stared down at Osric with a perfectly blank expression of utter incomprehension.
“I understand what you might be thinking,” Osric continued, oh-so-slowly scooching his self around Titan and back down into the freedom of the open hall. “This is ridiculous, how could you and me, of all people make this work? All I ask, all I beg, is please, if nothing else, just take this ring as a sign of my undying love.”
Well, who could blame a boi. Titan did indeed take it, more out of curiosity than any recognition of undying love. Curiosity killed the cat, need I remind ye.
That was all Osric needed. He’d been holding the safety catch and as soon as he let go, he scrambled away as fast as his little legs could take him, throwing a handy chair at the window at the end of the hall. Overkill? A little, but also, there was a bomb about to go off behind him and he really didn’t want to have to worry about cutting himself on glass.
There were two concussive explosions. Osric shielded his face from the flying rubble and dove head-first out the window, not particularly caring that he was three stories up. He let himself fall almost the whole way down, until at the last second he fired his own grapple gun at the nearest tree and swung forward so low to the ground he had to pull up his feet to avoid face-planting. Then, like a kid jumping off a swing, he released the line at the arc of his swong, flying through the air and already running as he landed. The time was to getty outty.

@Kamea public

Substitute teachers trying to pronounce students names like: "Antidisestablishmentarianism Floccinaucinihilipilification Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis Char­gogg­a­gogg­man­chaugg­a­gogg­chau­bun­a­gung­a­maugg"?

Student: "It's Titan."

l m a o

@Oakiin

Substitute teachers trying to pronounce students names like: "Antidisestablishmentarianism Floccinaucinihilipilification Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis Char­gogg­a­gogg­man­chaugg­a­gogg­chau­bun­a­gung­a­maugg"?

Student: "It's Titan."

l m a o

HA you made it better xDD that's hilarious xD