Owlie coding thread

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OCTANE[table][tr][td]

" Wow, that was intense. Really makes me want to take a long pause and reflect and... no, I don't. "

⁠—RUNNING WITH THE WOLVES, AURORA

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Obtaining food in the Pitt had been a difficult task for Caustic. Not only was he unaccustomed to the act of hunting in such a form, but because he had been taking his prey alive. Five monkeys was the sum of Caustic's prey, as the wolf was unfamiliar with the stalk-and-leap method of cats, where it was built to chase down prey with a group and bring it down together.
Suffice to say, Caustic's own stomach growled and weakness had panged at his legs once again. He knew he was losing weight, and it was all the more urgent that he escape from this wretched reality before he met his demise.
Blood wafted into his nose as he stepped into the tunnel, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to suck in the iron-copper scent. Strange, it smelled... fresh. Caustic lumbered down the halls with his heavy, uneven steps, gas blooming from his mouth like the broken, firey engine of a plane.
The smell was from his cave, someone was in his cave. A growl left the Wolf, Caustic coming into his doorway and eclipsing all incoming light.
Green eyes scanned over his cave, looking for the source. Caustic settled on the wolverine, front covered in gore. His gaze tracked over to the cages, opened and splattered with blood. "You ate my test subjects."
Caustic stalked over to the wolverine, lumbering to stand over him. Gas streamed from the wolf's open-mouthed snarl, baring his teeth. "Get out. This is your only warning."

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CAUSTIC[table][tr][td]

" Science demands a repeatable outcome to any given experiment. Hence why I am here, and you are there. "

⁠—PAINT IT BLACK, THE ROLLING STONES

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[div style="width: 420px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; color: black; padding: 10px; padding-left: 5px;"]Obtaining food in the Pitt had been a difficult task for Caustic. Not only was he unaccustomed to the act of hunting in such a form, but because he had been taking his prey alive. Five monkeys was the sum of Caustic's prey, as the wolf was unfamiliar with the stalk-and-leap method of cats, where it was built to chase down prey with a group and bring it down together.
Suffice to say, Caustic's own stomach growled and weakness had panged at his legs once again. He knew he was losing weight, and it was all the more urgent that he escape from this wretched reality before he met his demise.
Blood wafted into his nose as he stepped into the tunnel, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to suck in the iron-copper scent. Strange, it smelled... fresh. Caustic lumbered down the halls with his heavy, uneven steps, gas blooming from his mouth like the broken, firey engine of a plane.
The smell was from his cave, someone was in his cave. A growl left the Wolf, Caustic coming into his doorway and eclipsing all incoming light.
Green eyes scanned over his cave, looking for the source. Caustic settled on the wolverine, front covered in gore. His gaze tracked over to the cages, opened and splattered with blood. "You ate my test subjects."
Caustic stalked over to the wolverine, lumbering to stand over him. Gas streamed from the wolf's open-mouthed snarl, baring his teeth. "Get out. This is your only warning."

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ARTWORK BY @torosalmonumai

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[b]"[/b] [color=#ABFF00]Wow, that was intense. Really makes me want to take a long pause and reflect and... no, I don't.[/color] [b]"[/b]
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[div style="width: 400px; overflow: hidden; height: 200px;"][div style="width: 420px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; color: black; padding: 10px; padding-left: 5px;"]Obtaining food in the Pitt had been a difficult task for Caustic. Not only was he unaccustomed to the act of hunting in such a form, but because he had been taking his prey alive. Five monkeys was the sum of Caustic's prey, as the wolf was unfamiliar with the stalk-and-leap method of cats, where it was built to chase down prey with a group and bring it down together.
Suffice to say, Caustic's own stomach growled and weakness had panged at his legs once again. He knew he was losing weight, and it was all the more urgent that he escape from this wretched reality before he met his demise.
Blood wafted into his nose as he stepped into the tunnel, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to suck in the iron-copper scent. Strange, it smelled... fresh. Caustic lumbered down the halls with his heavy, uneven steps, gas blooming from his mouth like the broken, firey engine of a plane.
The smell was from his cave, someone was in his cave. A growl left the Wolf, Caustic coming into his doorway and eclipsing all incoming light.
Green eyes scanned over his cave, looking for the source. Caustic settled on the wolverine, front covered in gore. His gaze tracked over to the cages, opened and splattered with blood. "You ate my test subjects."
Caustic stalked over to the wolverine, lumbering to stand over him. Gas streamed from the wolf's open-mouthed snarl, baring his teeth. "Get out. This is your only warning."

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[b]"[/b] [color=#FFDB58]Science demands a repeatable outcome to any given experiment. Hence why I am here, and you are there.[/color] [b]"[/b]
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Suffice to say, Caustic's own stomach growled and weakness had panged at his legs once again. He knew he was losing weight, and it was all the more urgent that he escape from this wretched reality before he met his demise.
Blood wafted into his nose as he stepped into the tunnel, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to suck in the iron-copper scent. Strange, it smelled... fresh. Caustic lumbered down the halls with his heavy, uneven steps, gas blooming from his mouth like the broken, firey engine of a plane.
The smell was from his cave, someone was in his cave. A growl left the Wolf, Caustic coming into his doorway and eclipsing all incoming light.
Green eyes scanned over his cave, looking for the source. Caustic settled on the wolverine, front covered in gore. His gaze tracked over to the cages, opened and splattered with blood. "You ate my test subjects."
Caustic stalked over to the wolverine, lumbering to stand over him. Gas streamed from the wolf's open-mouthed snarl, baring his teeth. "Get out. This is your only warning."

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