*Slams into a pack of desticles wearing shitty home-made cardboard titan armor, smearing all of them and sliding one particularly unfortunate one's top half of his body on the road for a few feet. In a drop pod. I then kick the door open, jump out, and walk into the bar.*
Ahh, nothing like falling at terminal velocity from orbit and smattering desticles on the ground. Life is good.
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*looks out of door to see one side of the road blocked by the drop pod, traffic starting to back up and a titan Desticle trying to move it* *turning to the ODST* Should we do something?
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No, it's hilarious.
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