- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and SciFi are the two genres I most enjoy. I absolutely adore Dark Fantasy/Dark SciFi, and I quite enjoy RPs with at least a facet of comedy in them too.
Omicron gritted his teeth as Doc got to work. Despite the morphine injection taking effect, it still stung like a hornet on a potent mix of steroids and crack. Ignoring the doctor's usual pratter, Oskar let his mind drift, focusing on the dust that now covered his suit. The bombing run had done serious damage, but it was clear from the comms chatter that all was not well in Dead Acres.
He zoned back in to hear Doc explaining what a torniquet was. "I do have one of those in my own first aid case you know, I know what it does." Oskar replied jovially, even as he winced at the pressure being applied.
"Your leg will be fine for six hours, after that though, you need to be on an operating table, no way I'm getting that bullet out here."
"Well, you sods had better finish this up quickly then, because I'm not too keen on walking to a field hospital." Oskar quipped back, switching the magazine in his shotgun for a magazine of slug rounds. "Do me a favour and help me prop myself against a window with a decent view, would you? Kinda wanna waste any bozos who come prowling round here. Oh, and feel free to replace that torniquet with mine if you want - not like I'm helping anyone in a hurry."
He zoned back in to hear Doc explaining what a torniquet was. "I do have one of those in my own first aid case you know, I know what it does." Oskar replied jovially, even as he winced at the pressure being applied.
"Your leg will be fine for six hours, after that though, you need to be on an operating table, no way I'm getting that bullet out here."
"Well, you sods had better finish this up quickly then, because I'm not too keen on walking to a field hospital." Oskar quipped back, switching the magazine in his shotgun for a magazine of slug rounds. "Do me a favour and help me prop myself against a window with a decent view, would you? Kinda wanna waste any bozos who come prowling round here. Oh, and feel free to replace that torniquet with mine if you want - not like I'm helping anyone in a hurry."