https://taylorarts.net//fractured/api.php?action=feedcontributions&feedformat=atom&user=SuaveMcNasty 2026-09-27T07:24:07Z User contributions MediaWiki 1.43.0 https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=708 2019-02-06T15:26:58Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: </p> <hr /> <div>__NOTOC__ __NOEDITSECTION__<br /> <br /> =Suave McNasty=<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:Suave_045.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: Suave McNasty<br /> * AGE: undisclosed<br /> * RACE: Human<br /> * GENDER: M<br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: Prison Warden<br /> * IC Faction: SumokuCorp<br /> * OOC Role: SIM Resident<br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.<br /> <br /> * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.<br /> <br /> * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=707 2019-02-06T15:26:12Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: Protected &quot;User:SuaveMcNasty&quot; ([Edit=Protect from non-authors] (indefinite) [Move=Protect from non-authors] (indefinite))</p> <hr /> <div>=Suave McNasty=<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:Suave_045.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: Suave McNasty<br /> * AGE: undisclosed<br /> * RACE: Human<br /> * GENDER: M<br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: Prison Warden<br /> * IC Faction: SumokuCorp<br /> * OOC Role: SIM Resident<br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.<br /> <br /> * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.<br /> <br /> * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=706 2019-02-06T15:25:48Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: </p> <hr /> <div>=Suave McNasty=<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:Suave_045.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: Suave McNasty<br /> * AGE: undisclosed<br /> * RACE: Human<br /> * GENDER: M<br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: Prison Warden<br /> * IC Faction: SumokuCorp<br /> * OOC Role: SIM Resident<br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.<br /> <br /> * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.<br /> <br /> * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=File:Suave_045.jpg&diff=705 2019-02-06T15:24:59Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: File uploaded with MsUpload</p> <hr /> <div>File uploaded with MsUpload</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=704 2019-02-06T15:21:34Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: </p> <hr /> <div>=Suave McNasty=<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:Nopic.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: Suave McNasty<br /> * AGE: undisclosed<br /> * RACE: Human<br /> * GENDER: M<br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: Prison Warden<br /> * IC Faction: SumokuCorp<br /> * OOC Role: SIM Resident<br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.<br /> <br /> * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.<br /> <br /> * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=703 2019-02-06T15:18:56Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: </p> <hr /> <div>=MY CHARACTER NAME=<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:Nopic.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: <br /> * AGE: <br /> * RACE <br /> * GENDER: <br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: <br /> * IC Faction: <br /> * OOC Role: <br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> * So, here I am sitting in my favorite chair, enjoying a drink and the pleasure of some very expensive rented company when I get the call. 10 minutes later there is a helicopter on my roof. A few hours later it is an early moring jump from a C130. Myself and the cargo hit the ground shortly before dawn. I am not sure what he has gotten himself into this time, but if he sent for me, this has to be good.<br /> <br /> * Its nice to be back to reality, or at least what I like to call reality. Sure, I am stuck on this ship, with everyone else, but it is not like we are actually stuck here, everytime Fmagick kicks the drive things change. Until things are fixed an I can really get back, I will think of this as a nice vacation.<br /> <br /> * Looking across the forcefield in to the empty cells, he wonders when the fracture will dump another prisoner here. He spins one of the bracelets on his finger. The nano-tech is certainly a welcome addition to his job. The fact that it changes brain chemistry is really no concern, they are alive and tracked, even if they tend toward libidinous activities and have a short fuse. He grins as the indicator flashes. Time to go hunting. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

SuaveMcNasty https://taylorarts.net//fractured/index.php?title=User:SuaveMcNasty&diff=702 2019-02-06T15:17:53Z

<p>SuaveMcNasty: create user page</p> <hr /> <div>= Name =<br /> <br /> ==Stats==<br /> <br /> [[File:nopik.jpg|thumb|200px]]<br /> * NAME: <br /> * AGE: <br /> * RACE <br /> * GENDER: <br /> * ORIENTATION: <br /> * IC Role: <br /> * IC Faction: <br /> * OOC Role: <br /> <br /> ==Story==<br /> <br /> ==Logs==<br /> <br /> I keep my logs here [[NAME Logs]]<br /> <br /> ==Pictures==<br /> <br /> And I have a few photo Albums here [[NAME Pictures]]<br /> <br /> <br /> [[Category:FRACTURED CHARACTER PAGES]]</div>

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