#longxshot

The X-Shot Longshot Pro Series Skins BlasterWhat’s in the Box?X-Shot Longshot Blaster OverviewHow To Operate the X-Shot LongshotLet’s Shoot This ThingPrice to PerformancePros and ConsFinal Thoughts and Opinions Apparently there’s a new Pro blaster on the scene and it’s not from Dart Zone or Worker… or Dart Zone. Hard to believe, I know, but this one has been brought to us by X-Shot. Yes, like…

He fiddled with his ring as he chopped bits of chicken to go into the salad, Tierra by his feet, begging for either a carrot or meat (she seemed to like both equally). The blinds were open, and like someone had scripted it, Shatterstar happened to glance outside while a flash of blond hair and black clothes caught his eye.

He had a connection with a handful of people, and lately it seemed like he could always find them when needed-- some extra stroke of good fortune that made him think, perhaps, Dazzler's powerset wasn't the only mutant gift he had inherited.

{ losiinglove }

{ askarthurgabriel }

{ yesstarlord }

London was always a lovely place, whenever the Sun shun down its graces upon them without the threat of sudden rain. Strolls through a park with Amon were common through these days, even a day off could have been managed, were it not a Saturday. A lone pink balloon heading to meet clouds caught the silverette’s attention, a motion that was enough for the great dane’s bark come from way further, than she anticipated him to be. A hurry towards whoever he bothered, in a minute or so she reached the stranger. – I am so sorry . – His leash was on her hand soon enough. – he tends be ovejoyous at times. I do hope there is no more, than distress.

// FINALLY I DID IT I MADE HIM SAY THE THING YESSSSSSSSSSS

omfg I thought that was Dizzy

"One million to one odds, but it might just work," she murmured as she stared at the screwdriver in her hand and then again at the live transformer box in front of her.

She was wearing rubber-soled boots, and had broken into a shed for rubber-lined gloves, but she was pretty certain she was going to die anyway. But last-ditch million-to-one chances had to work. Terry Pratchett had rightly pointed out that it was a universal near-certainty.

If only there was a way to tip the scales in her favor...

But if she didn't do this, the electricity gobbling monster currently growing in size for every charged gadget it ate would keep growing. Today, Salt Lake City, tomorrow, the world.