Arthur takes out a cigar, lites it, and takes a quick smoke before turning his gaze to his fellow Spartan. "But it feels damn good to kill the enemy with a let weapon, than some standard issued one."

//they’re locking ALL of my accounts and making me verify my number. YOU WON’T STOP THE TRUTH.

"Fireteam Crimson, assemble in the mess hall! Drinks on me!"

Ah, the best kind of babies. The ones that go BOOM.

Nothing like a wartime baby boomer to blow away the enemy.

"Hail to the chief..."

"Well shit, It's a damn good day when humanity's savior notice's you. I might want to try my luck with the lottery..."

//OOF, I gotta be more active.

// Alright, refurbished two old accounts! Draegis Lancaster my D&D RP Acc, and my Mass Effect OC, Artureus 'Arthur' Agiad.

Waking up on the Nexus, Arthur got right to his favorite pastime, equipment diagnostics. His room was a collective mess of weapon weapon and armor parts he collected all over the Helios Cluster.

"Things have been rather quiet...so I guess it's time for some shore leave."

//❤ this tweet if I have permission to DM you for plotting.

I make do, but have you ever tried to be glad Lexi cares about your mental wellbeing with the King of the Boy Scouts? I'm good, but I'm no miracle worker.

//Mentally exhausted from work. That is all I can muster.

sᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɴ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ʙᴜᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ: 『S』ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɴ_ʙᴜᴄᴋ sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀs ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ? #OpenRP