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The Blitz
The Blitz was a bombing campaign by Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy against the United Kingdom during the Second World War. It lasted for eight months, from 7 September 1940 to 11 May 1941.
Dates: 7 Sept 1940 – 11 May 1941
Location: United Kingdom
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What more can Gaza possibly give?!
Gaza released a prisoner — a vital bargaining chip — through U.S. negotiations and Arab involvement, just to get some food inside!
And then they betrayed us. Yes, betrayed! Witnesses saw it all — the treachery is undeniable!
What more do they want? What’s left for us after our blood is traded for their interests?!
Should we be fooled again? Should we surrender? No!
Throw all your so-called solutions at us — we will try, we will resist, but we will never raise the white flag!
The only white we know is the shroud, not surrender.
Gaza is not for sale, Gaza will never surrender.
Our Saw Belts
Suk-ja was just button smashing her way through the fighting game, groaning when she lost yet again. Flopping back onto the couch, she lets the controller drop onto the cushions with a scowl. "This game is dumb."
" the earlier versions of this game was better than this one. " tomura admits as the win 5-0 record on this game that finished downloading less than twenty minutes ago. " but i'm finally figuring out my move set with this character. "
" besides suk-ja if we can play another two rounds. we can play baldur's gate for the rest of the night. "
tomura half walks, half drags themself into sukja's office. long hair falling into their face as they open the door. throwing themself on her floor with a dramatic groan. and maybe a throaty whine. you gotta make your own fun in this place. especially with kurogiri gone no longer able to suffer through their attitude." sukja my quirks hurt. sukja, pay attention to me. " / @never-surrender gets a shigaraki.
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He had been doing his best to not let old memories get the better of him. He had been uneasy in the Underdark but the rest of the camps’ lack of knowledge put him on high alert. He had to warn them to avoid the toxic fungi, the exploding spores, the endless bulette tunnels, the beautiful but dangerous sussar tree blooms - so much that it felt like he couldn’t actually rest. Trancing without seeing the night sky made his teeth ache to set them into something, his claws yearned for the chance to change his past.
There would be no shackles, no enchanted collars, no laced drinks and no meals dosed to make him pliant and willing.
But the dangers of the Underdark seemed far less imposing once they had crossed into the Shadow Cursed lands. He could see the weight of the lands as they cloaked each companion - Wyll could barely muster his good natured smile, those proud shoulders slumped as he sat silently next to Karlach. She stared ahead, eyes duller than he could remember seeing, that engine of hers casting an almost eerie glow from the darkness that seemed never ending.
Briefly his eyes met the garnet of Astarion’s, but the rogue seemed miles away - he’d barely looked at the book he held. Lae’zel was as at her whetstone ensuring that all their weapons were up to her standards. Somewhere Shadowheart was offering her praise to her Dark Lady, even with the evidence of Shar’s capricious whims and ill intent all around them she kept her faith. Gale was silent even, still tending to a meager stew to keep their rations while they had no chance to restock.
Halsin couldn’t relax. He couldn’t feel Thaniel at all, all that there seemed to be was the suffocating oppressive aura of the lands. Halsin and insisted on keeping himself on the outskirts - he’d pushed for them to all stay together, tents almost touching - and yet he had been strategic in where he placed his own tent. The bear bristled just beneath his skin, itching to get out and to do something even if it seemed unlikely and impossible.
On the outer edge of the camp, almost outside of the touch of the fire’s glow, Halsin stood with his arms crossed. He couldn’t relax - it might risk them all.
"Aw, man, I liked this shirt." (Astarion)
Halsin groaned softly, his hand pressed to the weeping wound on his thigh. He let out a low growl, his eyes a piercing gold. "Are you hurt?" He asked, the bulette's claws had caught him before he had a chance to use his wildshape, but he was more focused on if Astarion was okay or not. Halsin wasn't sure if it was his own blood or Halsin's or the bulette's.
"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still." (Aubrey)
Halsin stopped moving, he'd been saying something about trying to make sure that he could check everyone else when he realized what he was doing. "I apologize," He said with a soft sigh, torso twisted so that Aubrey could bandage his wound. There hadn't been a need for his wildshape, and he had taken a blow to the side. It wasn't too bad, thankfully, and he wouldn't bother healing himself.
