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          The sickly looking, slender man's weary eyes widened as he saw the blue box. That was it! Exactly what he needed right now! Pressing his hands into his rebelling stomach he ran towards it, desperate to - finally - throw up like a civilized person.           The recent state of his transformation caused basically all imaginable forms of physical pain and unwellness to him and the constant 'fokken puking' was one of them...           Sliding through a group of Poleepkwa standing between him and the promising box, he almost bumped into the doors, released an annoyed growling, and then began to aggressively jiggle the door handles, in desperate hope to get into this (in comparison to the rest of this place - disturbingly clean looking) porta potty...

(Like, srsly, guys, I’m, following ONE humble Bioshock blog... @rapture-has-no-walls)

//Yes, given some very special person returned today (huehue - I missed you, Blacky! ^^), I decided to get a bit more active on my Wikus again, AND finally update my name to make tagging easier.

Thoughtfully scatching his mustache Wikus nodded. "Another universe, eh? Not the sort of story you get to hear every day... Not judging you though... ...So... What are you usually doing when... Y'know... Seeking for adenture and all? Sounds like you'd be someone who'd milk this fokken place here... Throw a rock somewhere, and be sure it lands of the head of someone seeking for trouble anyway..." He smirked, yet it was obvious that his smirk was not from amusement, but based on the bitter irony surrounding them....

     He was a wimpy man. Pretty much the opposite of everything one would think of when describing a hero. Yet even for Wikus there still seemed to be a little hope of one day becoming a somewhat courageous person. He just was not aware of it himself yet...      "So you..." He began in his high pitched voice while he leaned against the wall behind him. "Seem to be a pretty darn... Adventurous type, aye? Can't blame anyone for that, I just... Like, when I have to fight, it's not me choosing to do. It's either me or whoever wants to kill me... Can't say I'm particularly happy about this...      I'm a fokken freak... Cost me my life, my family, my job... If I had a choice I'd pick a boring life over an unwanted adventure..."

// [Adam Jensen voice] "I never asked for this!" (My hunger games simulation was literally the worst sort of multiverse crack. And D9 sucked. Sucked so hard... XD)

"Errrrm... Wikus..." He cluelessly stemered, looking at the man(?) in the rather bewildering armour. "Always glad to be... Helpful. Within the limits of... Y'know... Common sense, and... Not breaking any laws..." He stopped for a moment and awkwardly cleared his throat, casually grabbing his hair with one hand, while hiding the other - his mutated one - under his coat. "...At least... Breaking them as little as possible... Well... Preferable.. Y'know what I mean."

     "So ye... Uhhhh.... Maybe should make a list.. Like... Checking who wants ye dead and who's just... Fokken annoying..."

// Awww, it’s not weird at all. Just as much as it warms your heart seeing your art making impact on people, it warms up my heart to read your happy and cheerful words.And yes, I 100% agree: There is not enough D9 out there - I wish there was more, but then again, I have the feeling the fandom is slowly fading (Not stopping me though. ^^)