iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

/ bro i already left this plane in my force field (UNBREAKABLE)

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/ im also invisible rn completely undetectable NO MISS and im dodging super fast and im not scared ao im fine actually

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/ oh i’ll dodge then i actually can dodge at the speed of light and never miss btw

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. . . i could uh, come down, i guess. i’d appreciate it.

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effectively has not left his cabin in weeks — he looks like shit, and feels worse.

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oh. maybe, then. i dunno. haven’t seen a doctor.

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he is quite literally going to retreat to his shack and cry to his dog after this.

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do i look like someone with an alive wife? but i guess? i hardly go down there, why would i know? don’t even think i count as part of that settlement.

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. . . that’s my fuckin’ dog, dipshit. her name’s pockets. she’s a good dog. you’d be surprised, though. those folks are messy. you just ( look like it, * ) fuck if i know.

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figures. yeah, that’s what i said too, few months ago. now i’ve got this shack. the little lady liked it here, so i stayed. you look like a bounty hunter.

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oh. yer one of those bounty hunter types, huh? i stay in the mountains for a reason. i don’t intend on botherin’ most of you folks. dunno how i’m lookin’ at ya, mister.

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[ he’s kind of just staring. blank. for a moment, his eyes give the illusion of vague disappointment. ]

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well, my ma’s been dead for a while. y’want me to put the gun down, then?

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you folks are too close to my property. i have a gun.

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ilya is adaptable to ( all * ) fallout games. i will do the setting based off of your muse’s main location.

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in liking this tweet, i will write a 2-3 post starter to get an interaction started.

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walking his dog. his gaze is kept focused on her. he figured it would be safest to walk her in the settlement, and he is regretting it.

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the first impression that he’s made. “there isn’t much in the way of animals around here. they’re awful shy ‘round here.” there’s a long pause, his face contorted in thought. “i’ve got a bit of extra meat, if that’ll suffice.”

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ilya pauses, looking the other man over. the notion of someone hunting in an area that he is, admittedly, much too protective over elicits some vague discomfort. he knows he’s selfish for that. “why didn’t you say so?” he lowers the gun. it’s his own strange attempt at trying to fix +

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not loaded. the look of a crazed man in the forest with a gun is typically enough to put off any trespassers, after all. “you’ve got no business up here.”

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staring down the barrel of his shotgun, tired eyes fixed on @lumokinesis.bsky.social. it’s not often he’s met with with visitors out in the mountains. to be fair, this is to be expected. he ( is * ) close to a settlement, after all. “hey!” he barks. “the fuck are you doin’ out here?” the gun is +

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