Happy halloween everybody. 🎃
So many good options but why would anybody want to eat pure bland coconut shavings drenched in chocolate?
It gets a lot of hate and I don't understand why. They're really tasty and are my first choice whenever I decide to pick up a candy bar, which is admittedly not so often anymore.
"Advocates of Man Amplification Programs like never consider what will be done with the subjects after the war. If they do, like, it's always something monstrous." - SSG Norville Rogers, DOG-2.0 Handler, SOG Team 19, Burgerland Senate Committee on Amplification, Resource Conflict Era, Pre-Glassing
The lemur held up its hand, opening and closing its fingers. Natraya could see that one of the protruding knuckles was purple and slightly swollen but still pushed back further than it had been. The skin on top of the knuckle was torn slightly and blood had oozed out before hardening.
"Damn, popped a knuckle," the lemur said. It slowly straightened the finger and then pulled on it, pulling the injured hand the other way. There was a crunching sound and the lemur gave a grimacing smile, then held up the hand, wiggling the fingers. It didn't move much.
"Yup, popped the knuckle. No damage to the metacarpal, I don't think," the lemur said. It slowly made a fist and Natraya could see that the middle knuckle was at the same extension as the ones on either side of it, where before it had protruded slightly out.
"Will you be able to continue the battle?" On'trak asked, cocking his head and looking at the damaged hand.
"Sure, it's just a popped knuckle. Been hurt worse," the lemur grinned.
Natraya nodded.
The lemur looked around. "OK, there's that feeling again," it said. It looked at one of the doors. "It coming from that direction and down, I'm not sure what it is."
"Could it be a trap?" Natraya asked.
"Good instincts," the lemur said. "Always assume the appearance of something you want to be a trap set by the enemy if you are in enemy territory."
On'trak nodded.
The lemur sighed. "I love this body, but without my harness and implants, I'm really stressing it," the was a growling, squealing rumble from the lemur's midsection. "And I'm starting to get hungry."
The lemur closed its eyes and swung its arms back and forth, the motion never having the hands go higher than the waist, and it kept lifting up on its tiptoes and dropping back on its heels.
Natraya had noticed that the lemur seemed to have trouble staying still, that it needed to be in constant movement.
... keep reading on reddit ➡Was anyone else sad for Sammy? His candy haul was really disappointing. Why would you live in a community that hates kids. Starlight Mints and Saltwater Taffy???
https://preview.redd.it/dp1pkiwomc581.jpg?width=2880&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=997d6b7898790faceb704f933992f37a4869f317
I am trying to send candy/snacks to a friend who lives there for Christmas.
