Disassemble me, examine every piece and then tear it apart again.
My progress doesn't meet your standards, crucified a martyr.
You talk so much I can't understand,
how those shots from your mouth can even sound fair.
It happens time and time again is this all you do?
So we listen to you,
"It's softer, they've sold out."
The judge's wait... here's to you.
"It's over, they're played out."
Do we listen to you because you're asking the question?
You talk so much I can't understand,
how these shots from your mouth can even sound fair.
It happens time and time again is this all you do?
Name:
Harris
“Silence is argument carried out by other means.”
Likes:
The colour green, lasers, big honking space guns, astrophysics, biological engineering, playing poker, small, dark places, the cold, the rain, the great open void of space
Dislikes:
Being attacked by aliens, friendly fire being not so friendly, when it gets too warm, being planet side for more than a week, being yelled at
Personality:
Harris is surprisingly patient, especially given the company he keeps.
But then, keeping a level head is often the difference between life and death in some cases.
Background:
TBA
Skills:
A level gaze and head in battle, silent stares, shooting a particle beam weapon, infiltrating enemy compounds, thinking on his feet, reading, physics, seeing the silver lining.
Seasonings:
TBA
Toys:
