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[fridged.livejournal.com]

I never know what to write for these. Seriously. I never do.

Yo! I'm Red, and I'm bringing in Bucky Barnes from that Captain America movie. Normally I'd talk a bit about the canon, but...seriously? I think you got the idea by now. Anyway, he's a soldier who dies (but it's probably a fake-out death, really) dramatically and loses an arm in the process, and all I can think right now is, "...and if I app a second character I should app Oran and continue this theme." A theoretical third could be a Skywalker.

But I digress. My AIM's arsenic and rum and I look forward to playing with you guys!

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[lowkeyinaminor]

This classy number? If so, *brofist*

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For the record I'm still Red, just trying to tie up tags before I dash into this game. Also because Deadpool had one hell of an intro and I figure I'd...not compete against it.

...also, funny thing, if you talked to me earlier this month and said I'd app Bucky I'd be very confused, and if you talked to me two months ago and said I'd be all Marveled up I'd have wondered what were you talking about, I'm not a comics RPer, I'm totally video gamed up.

[theuserabides]

That is the one. /brofist

Once a clerk cornered me in Trader Joe's and demanded to know if anyone had ever told me they found the shirt offensive. It was a very "wut" moment.

I went from zero to Tron in about two weeks, so I know the feeling.

[fridged.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of this one time...can I ramble? This is my intro, I might as well ramble.

High school. I was one of those people who had to complete a certain number of community service hours in order to graduate, and due to a number of factors (a transfer, wavers not wavering, etc) ended up having to basically cram them all in the last half of my last semester of senior year.

So yeah. I ended up taking the first place which would have me, St Vincent de Paul's second hand shop.

Also, my lucky shirt at the time was basically a pentagram t-shirt.

So I completely forgot but on my last day I wore that shirt and was heading over and then went, "Wait. Crap." Went in anyway since it was my last day, expecting people to rage or rail at me or otherwise call it offensive, but whatever, it's my last day, right?

...as it turned out one of the women there who I totally had pegged for one of those ultra-conservative Christian, possibly Mormon since there's a bunch in the area, types was actually a Wiccan and talked my ear off about how it's a symbol for protection and the like for the subsequent few hours.