Chinese students (ages 4- 12) participate in a flipped classroom model. Teachers use our VIPKID platform to teach 25 minute, 1:1 live, lessons online using our proprietary curriculum. No lesson planning required. About VIPKID. VIPKID is one of the most well-known online English teaching platforms. Over 20,000 native English speakers work as VIPKID teachers. Over 500,000 Chinese elementary school students are signed up to pair with teachers. The application process is similar to GoGoKid and consists of written parts, a mock class via video, and more. Welcome to VIPKid! We make education more accessible by connecting students and teachers around the world. Teacher Log In Become a Teacher. One Global Classroom for All We make education more accessible by connecting students and teachers around the world. What is VIPKid VIPKid is an online education company that connects students and teachers ... VIPKID lets you focus on teaching the best that you can while they do everything else. The Learning Platform. The people at VIPKID have created their own video-based education platform. It is kind of like Skype, Zoom, or Google Hangouts, but much more advanced and tailored to the needs of online ESL education. The Class VIPKID connects each student to an American or Canadian teacher for 25-minute, one-on-one lessons from the comfort of their home. The classes are intended to be silly, fun, and offer full immersion (i.e., only English is spoken). Students range from ages 4 to 12 and learn not only the language but about American culture and traditions. Vipkid Teacher Hangout r/ vipkid. Join. Posts Join us on Discord The VIPKid Life Pass Your Interview VIPKid Newbie Zone. Helpful Links. VIPKid Google Slides FAQ. hot. hot new top rising. hot. new. top. rising. card. card classic compact. 22. pinned by moderators. Posted by. Patron Saint of VIPKID. 2 months ago. Moderator of r/vipkid. VIPKID ... If you already have a VIPKid account, you can log in here. Welcome to VIPKid! Teach English to children in China, online, on your schedule, and all from home. r/vipkid: For current VIPKID teachers and anyone interested. Press J to jump to the feed. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. r/vipkid. log in sign up. User account menu. r/vipkid/ Moderators. Moderators of r/vipkid. sweetthang1972. 2 years ago. Full Permissions. Enroll in my new online course Teacher Career Academy to learn how to turn the skills and knowledge you ALREADY HAVE into a profitable online business! Go to...
2016.11.30 01:54 sweetthang1972 Оформление перепланировки марьина роща vip сочи
2008.03.23 06:05 LEGO - News from a Studded World
2020.09.30 15:12 20jules40 Оформление перепланировки марьина роща vip сочи
There’s a leak of holy on YouTube. Like the full thing when he sang it at the VIP thing. I don’t condone leaks and I didn’t wanna post it here out of respect for Jon and his choices but I know some people were itching for it (don’t lie we all wanna hear it we’re all obviously huge fans). If you look up holy jon bellion on YouTube it’ll be under a channel named SETH in all upper case.
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2020.09.30 14:59 Sbfan Оформление перепланировки марьина роща vip сочи
*** I DO NOT CONDUCT ANY TYPE OF MIDDLEMAN OR SALES ON DISCORD, IF SOMEONE SAYS OTHERWISE PLEASE BRING TO MY ATTENTION AND I WILL INFORM THE MODS *** If Interested in any items please PM me with the full description of the items you are interested in. Your Paypal and RSI emails. Transaction will be done through Paypal invoicing.
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2020.09.30 14:55 SnooCats1881 Timing Hero VIP (MOD Gems Unlocked) APK For Android
2020.09.30 14:45 corn-hole420 Оформление перепланировки марьина роща vip сочи
Whats up everyone. Wondering if anyone else bought the VIP Ticket for the online concert that comes with a poster and has heard anything about how to get that poster? Just curious if anyone has heard about getting it or a timeline for it.
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2020.09.30 13:59 deadislandman1 Suicide Squad Annual 1 - The Man Who Never Misses
DC Next presents:
Suicide Squad Annual: The man who never misses
Written by Deadislandman1
Edited by dwright5252 and AdamantAce
Eight years before the crisis in Coast City
Floyd Lawton crouched in a dark corner of a suburban home, surveying the dining room with his weapon in hand. He’s been sitting here for hours, biding his time and waiting for the moment to strike. His mark would be here soon, to sit down at the table to eat her breakfast, so Lawton was prepared to take the shot before the meal was eaten. If he missed, if he failed to hit the target, he would face grave consequences, ones that he couldn’t bear to be subject to.
His target finally entered the room, skipping over to her chair and pulling it out, jumping into the seat and tapping the table with open hands, humming along to a cheery beat. Closing his left eye, Lawton brandished his weapon, aiming it at the girl and placing his finger on the trigger. Placing the sights on her long, dirty blonde hair, Lawton quietly took a deep breath before pulling the trigger.
A marshmallow gently bounced off of Zoe Lawton’s head, prompting a quiet yelp from the girl as she whirled around to find her father holding a marshmallow blaster. Smiling, he stepped out of the shadows, revealing an outfit that consisted of a pair of khakis, a plaid button up shirt with hawaian trees plastered all over it, and a silly party hat strapped to the top of his head, the strap digging into his bushy facial hair.
“Happy birthday, sweetie!” piped Floyd, dropping the blaster and opening his arms to receive a hug, “Come give your old man a big hug!”
“Daddy!” squealed Zoe, practically leaping out of her chair to run to her father, tackling him with a hug that Lawton returned. As the two embraced, Susan Lawton shambled into the room, heavy bags under her eyes as she brushed back her crimson hair, which was stricken with a serious case of bedhead.
“Well, look who’s up!” said Floyd, releasing Zoe to give Susan an affectionate peck on the cheek. “I didn’t think you’d be awake this early.”
“It’s only nine o’clock, Floyd,” said Susan, rubbing her eyes. “Besides, I’m not going to miss our daughter’s birthday!”
“Yeah, but...you were up late last night prepping the chicken for today’s birthday lunch,” said Floyd.
“Mooooom, Daaaaad!” howled Zoe, stamping her feet, “No more talking! Let’s have some fun!”
“Of course, sweety!” said Floyd, slowly backing away, “And we can start with your first present!”
“Yaaaay!” said Zoe, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement as Floyd walked out of the room, allowing Susan to occupy their now ten year old daughter to prevent her from bouncing off the walls. He’d been retired from active duty for about five years now, having finished his distinguished service with a Silver Star Metal and an inhuman record for shots hit versus shots missed. He was the best marksman the special forces had ever had, which made it perfect for him to carry those skills into his new job. But today wasn’t about his job, today was about Zoe, and he wanted to make sure that he would be here the entire day.
Marching up to his and Susan’s bedroom, Floyd knelt down next to their bed, reaching underneath and grabbing a large package, sliding it out before slinging it under his shoulder. Susan, who was aware of Floyd’s day job, warned him that she wouldn’t accept any toy guns, something that Zoe showed a peculiar interest in, but Floyd felt that he should at least meet her halfway.
A toy crossbow wasn’t a gun, right?
Scratching the scruff on his cheek, Floyd turned back towards the entrance to his bedroom to head back to Zoe when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, Floyd frowned when he realized it was from a restricted number.
“Shit.” said Floyd, under his breath so his daughter wouldn’t hear. He knew these calls weren’t meant to be ignored, so he quickly answered it, bringing the phone up to his ear, “Hello?”
“Deadshot, we demand your services. Your targets are the two VIP’s located in a limousine arriving at the Royal Hotel in the Gotham Burnley district precisely at noon. Eliminate them both and payment will be provided.”
When the client gave their demands then hangs up, it was always a sign that the job couldn't be ignored without serious repercussions. Growling to himself in frustration, Floyd knew that if he didn’t drive up from Burnside to kill these pricks his family would be in serious jeopardy. Placing the present on the bed, Lawton walked over to his closet, grabbing a suitcase from the corner before walking downstairs as he made his way for the front door, Zoe skipped in front of him, only to see him holding his suitcase.
“Daddy! I thought you were staying with us for my birthday!” said Zoe, pleading with puppy dog eyes. Susan walked into the hall as well, glaring at Floyd.
“I’m sorry, pumpkin, but this is really important. Daddy really can’t miss this,” said Floyd, flashing a look at Susan to confirm that this was indeed serious. Susan sighed, nodding in understanding as Floyd knelt down to be at head level with his daughter, “Tell you what, I’ll be back as soon as I can, then we’ll all have a great big cookie cake!”
Zoe’s eyes widened as she began to giggle, “Really?! Awesome!”
Tackling Floyd with one last hug, Zoe skipped down the hall, with Susan following her to the dining room to eat breakfast as Lawton straightened his shirt, walking out the door to complete his job.
The Royal Hotel was a place that hosted only the most wealthy and prestigious people traveling in and around the city, though considering Gotham’s reputation, Lawton couldn’t imagine why anybody would ever dream of staying here for longer than a night or two. At least, anybody who achieved their status through legitimate means. The reality of the situation was that the Royal was often a hotbed for criminal activity, specifically organized crime, and judging by the host of armed and tattooed Japanese guards standing rank and file outside of the hotel entrance, Lawton felt it was safe to presume he was offing some high-up Yakuza members in today's job.
Lawton counted the guards posted outside of the hotel from his rooftop perch and stored the number in his head before kneeling back behind cover, placing his suitcase on the concrete and clicking the locks on the sides, propping it open to reveal his combat gear inside. A main body piece consisting of light kevlar fabric supported by armored plates around the chest area made up most of the suit, with wrist gauntlets that featured built in guns preloaded with submachine gun ammunition and a metal helmet with a targeting system built into the right eye to complete the set. Carefully taking the suit out of the case, Lawton slipped his civilian attire off before getting into his battle gear, sliding his arms into the wrist weapons before picking the helmet up and putting it to the side, revealing a semi-automatic rifle with two full magazines, a high powered armor piercing round meant for his wrist weapons and capable of punching through a tank, and a serrated combat knife.
Since Lawton never missed, he tended to keep his ammunition count light as to maximize his mobility, but he still packed just a little extra just in case he came up against more opponents than he initially expected. Packing the spare magazine into his suit along with the knife and the shotgun shell, Lawton returned his attention to his helmet, picking it up off the ground and observing it for any imperfections or issues that might prop up during combat.
Despite the fact that he polished and repaired as much of the helmet as possible after every mission, small scratches and dents were visible all over the headgear, showing the years of hardship and battle it and Lawton had been through despite his best efforts. As he continued to examine the gear, a small thought propped itself up in his mind as he mentally recalled the cause of each and every scar on the helmet.
How long was he really going to keep doing this?
A decade of military service, half a decade of contract killing, would the years of murder continue to pile on? Sure, Lawton didn’t mind taking people’s lives, he’s been doing so for nearly half his life at this point, but he was concerned that as he got older, as his reflexes began to atrophy, that he may be the one biting a bullet instead of his target. This wasn’t for the obvious reason that Lawton feared death, he’d cast that anxiety aside early on in his career.
In truth, Lawton was worried about his work invading his home life, invading Zoe and Susan’s lives. A career like this is bound to leak into one’s personal relationships, often in the form of someone being paid to slag your family members. Lawton didn’t want anything to happen to his wife or child, and the longer he worked, the bigger the chances that an assassin would kick down the door to his home to snuff out his family.
After this job, Lawton would see to it that he’s taken off of the deep web to retire. The best way to prevent this kind of thing is to stop before it becomes an issue.
The limousine carrying Lawton’s targets began to pull up to the hotel, screeching to a halt as the assassin cursed to himself, flipping the helmet around before slipping it over his head. Grabbing the rifle and magazine, Lawton slid the latter into place before turning back towards the hotel, planting the butt of the firearm into his shoulder before looking down the iron sights, his one-eyed helmet visor providing a more complete scope for him to work with.
Two Yakuza in black suits came out of the hotel’s front entrance, rapidly approaching the limousine and standing guard as the door opened, allowing an older Yakuza in a white suit to exit the vehicle. The older man turned around, gesturing to somebody else to get out of the car as well as the two Yakuza piled around the door, creating a sort of shield as the second person seemed to exit the car, with the bodyguards preventing Lawton from getting a good view of the person in question.
Judging by their apparent importance, it was clear that the man in the white suit and the person hidden by the bodyguards were his targets. Considering the fact that one of the people had bodyguards at all, Lawton could surmise that they were the more important of the targets. Making the decision that they would be the first to go, Lawton took aim at one of the bodyguard’s backs, hoping to hit a collateral as he took a deep breath.
The casing ejected from the rifle, spinning out into the air with Lawton’s exhalation while the bullet crossed the street in less than a second, ripping through the bodyguards back and inner organs before exploding out of his chest, hitting the concrete in front of him and ricocheting off the ground. The Yakuza outside the hotel began to shout out in alarm, running to take positions behind the limousine and marble pillars as the remaining bodyguard quikly chaperoned his client towards the entrance, the white suited Yakuza right behind him.
Lawton didn’t take into account how damn short the other target was.
Cursing under his breath, Lawton realized he only had time for one more shot before he would have to dive into the hotel himself to pursue his targets. As the Yakuza whipped out their pistols, laying down fire at Deadshot’s perch, Lawton took another deep breath, honing in on the white-suited man before squeezing the trigger yet again.
The small arms fire of the Yakuza forced Lawton back into cover, but the familiar sound of a skull exploding, like taking a sledgehammer to a watermelon, told Lawton that he had hit his mark. Peeking out of cover, he spotted the now headless white-suited man lying dead at the front doors of the hotel with a spray of blood marking his fatal exit, leaving roughly eight or so Yakuza left on the outside to slow his advance.
Eight bullets. Eight targets. Child's Play.
Popping up from cover, Lawton unloaded the rest of the mag, watching as he painted the Yakuza’s blood across the concrete in a matter of seconds. With each baited breath, each pull of the trigger, a man went down. Repeating the process eight times over, Lawton dropped every single Yakuza outside the hotel, watching them fall limp before his path was finally clear. Popping the empty magazine out, Lawton grabbed the spare mag from his pocket, shoving it into his rifle with deadly intent before mantling over the rooftop terrace, grabbing onto a nearby pole and sliding down to street level before trudging across to the hotel entrance as screams could be heard from inside. Taking cover right next to the front door, Lawton peeked inside, giving himself a lay of the land.
The hotel was as elaborate and ornate as could be, with a golden chandelier lighting up a velvety lobby with mahogany wood pillars and golden engravings lining the walls. Fancy couches were generously placed all around the floor, providing places where guests would usually sit while waiting for their room keys while bellhops would take their luggage up to their new temporary residences. After the gunfight outside, it appeared that the guests within the lobby had cleared out in a jiffy, leaving suitcases and bags out in the open in their panic. Hearing the ding of the elevator, Lawton looked upward to find that the elevator, located in a glass chute, had settled on the fifth floor. His destination clear, Lawton ducked into the lobby, keeping his weapon in hand as he shuffled across the lobby floor.
“アサシンを殺せ! (Kill the assassin!)”
Suddenly, a barrage of bullets rained down at Lawton, forcing him to dive for cover behind one of the couches. As the cushions exploded, sending fluff everywhere and creating a downpour of fabric in all directions, Lawton quickly laid down, going as low as possible before peeking out the side of the furniture, catching a glimpse of four more Yakuza guards with submachine guns taking aim from behind the upper floors. As the hail of death ceased with the emptying of the Yakuza’s magazines, the gangsters ducked behind cover, smartly keeping themselves hidden while they reloaded their weapons.
Lawton narrowed his eyes, raising his rifle at one of the upper floors, specifically at the wall. Working out a few mathematical equations in his head while adjusting his rifle sights on the fly, Lawton fired a bullet at the wall, watching it ricochet off of the surface and into the cover area of one of the Yakuza. A splash of red exploded from the cover, informing Lawton that he’d successfully blown one of the Yakuza soldier’s heads off. With the knowledge that the process was easy to pull off, Lawton rinsed and repeated, removing the rest of the Yakuza from the upper floors before the hotel was rendered silent.
Mentally counting the number of bullets left in his own rifle, Lawton guessed that he had six shots left. Crawling out from behind the couch, Lawton crossed the lobby, moving up to the elevator doors as the car began to move back down. Since he didn’t call the elevator at all, Lawton realized that he was about to get even more company. Not wanting to drag this out any longer than it’s already been dragged out. Lawton took a few steps back, taking a knee while aiming his rifle at the elevator doors as the ding sounded off.
As the Yakuza poured out, brandishing katanas raised over their heads while screaming, Lawton unloaded the rest of the magazine, painting the glass within the elevator red as he gunned down all of the gangsters in a rain of lead. With his rifle ammunition now spent, Lawton tossed the weapon aside, marching over to the elevator and pulling the bodies out of the way of the doors before stepping inside.
Two more Yakuza, hidden in the corners of the elevator out of Lawton’s line of sight, jumped out at him with their blades, stabbing and swinging at him as he scrambled forward, dodging the attacks before quickly slipping his knife from his back pocket. As the two charged him again, Lawton ducked under one of the blades, stabbing the Yakuza in the gut and slicing his stomach open before using the momentum of his blade to jam the tip into the other Yakuza’s throat before leaving it in his body as his enemy slumped to the floor. As hot blood further drenched the elevator in red, Lawton stumbled to the side of the elevator, slamming his fist into the fifth floor button before sliding down to the floor to take a seat. The mental and physical exertion required to drop so many people so quickly had left Lawton with empty lungs, forcing him to take a breather while resting until the elevator reached its destination.
“You’re a damn snake.”
Raising his eyebrow, Lawton’s eye drifted over to one of the Yakuza he’d just battled, specifically the one who he had gutted with his knife. The criminal sat against the opposite wall of the elevator, his hands clutching his gut in an attempt to keep his insides from spilling out. He glared at Lawton with true malice, as if the assassin had done some unspeakable wrong to him.
“Don’t see why it matters to you,” said Lawton, reaching over to the other Yakuza and yanking the knife out of his throat. “You’re bleeding like a stuck pig. You’re not going to be alive in the next ten or so minutes.”
“You would slaughter our leaders, the members of our families, and for what?” said the Yakuza, wheezing between sentences. “Money?! Where is the drive, the honor?!”
Lawton’s breath began to steady, allowing him to pull himself back up to a standing position as the elevator stopped on his floor. As the ding sounded off and the doors slid open, Lawton stretched out his neck before glancing at the Yakuza muscle one last time, “It’s a dog eat dog world, buddy, you’d be surprised by what people would do for money.”
Having said what he needed to say, Lawton stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway, the doors closing behind him as he stared down the rows of doors in front of him. The lights flickered, bathing the hall in complete darkness every few seconds as Lawton walked down the hall’s velvet rug flooring, looking for any signifier that would help him identify which door his target was hiding behind. The bodyguard he initially killed outside would have spilled his blood all over the target he was shielding, and chances were that they’d be stained with enough of that blood for it to drip onto the floor, creating a trail for Lawton to track.
The small droplets of blood staining the rug leading into the fifth door on the left gave Lawton a pretty clear idea of where he needed to go.
As he began to trudge towards his destination, the flickering lights suddenly cut out entirely, eliminating all light in the hall. As barely audible footsteps began to creep up on Lawton from both the front and the back of the hall, he sighed, raising his wrist guns up and checking to make sure they were loaded before turning to aim them down either side of the hall.
As he unleashed a storm of lead down both ends of the hall, the flash of his wrist mounted gun muzzles relighting the room with brief illuminations, revealing dark clothed figures charging at him from all angles. They bore more katanas, dancing elegantly as they avoided Lawton’s weapon fire with ease. As they drew closer, they swung their weapons, expecting to cut right through Lawton’s armor, only to find that the armored plating prevented them from making any headway. As the blades bounced off of Lawton’s body, he took the opportunity provided by their failure to hurt him, riddling them with bullet holes while throwing in a few kicks and punches in order to keep them from getting too close. As his ammunition began to run dry, he noticed that there were fewer and fewer blades striking his body. Along with the blood that was currently clouding his vision, it was clear that his methodology was getting results. As the attacks on him finally ceased, the lights suddenly turned back on, once again restoring sight to all who were within the hall.
Lawton being the only one left.
As Lawton wiped the blood from his visor, he observed that just as he did with the elevator, he’d painted the hall red with the blood of his enemies. Yakuza bodies were strewn up and down the hall, awkwardly positioned and riddled with holes after their attempt to get the drop on Lawton. Counting the bodies, Lawton realized that he’d killed roughly twenty-five Yakuza so far.
Whoever they were protecting, they were important, really important.
With a little ammunition left to spare, Lawton turned around and walked down the hall unopposed, having finally made it to the hotel room where his target was located. This was it, just put a bullet into his target’s head and he’ll be on his way. Raising his foot, Lawton prepared to kick the door in when it flew open from the inside, prompting him to dive to the side before turning around to face yet another opponent.
A Yakuza stepped out of the hotel room, clad in a bright red combat suit. In his hands sat an ōdachi, a larger katana wielded by two hands. The Yakuza bent his legs as he went into a sort of combat stance, holding the ōdachi upward as he eyed Lawton from behind blank goggles, waiting for him to make the first move. Lawton sighed, standing up straight as he cracked his knuckles, keeping track of the Yakuza’s strict movements as he prepared to take aim.
These chumps never seem to understand the phrase ‘Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight’.
After a single moment of hesitation between the two killers, Lawton threw his hands up, aiming both barrels at the Yakuza as he opened fire, watching the bullets fly as the Yakuza surged forward, raising the weapon high above his head as he let out a violent war cry. Lawton expected him to go down right away, for the bullets to rip through his body as it did his friends. However, the lead instead bounced off the armor of the Yakuza, producing sparks as the criminal let out a blood-curdling scream, swinging his sword down on Lawton as the assassin attempted to dodge out of the way.
As he scrambled away from the Yakuza, the ōdachi was swung to the side, cutting Lawton across the chest and surprising him even further. The armor had kept him safe so far, yet this sword was different, capable of cutting through solid kevlar. Taking a few steps back after drawing blood, the Yakuza nestled the sword on the inside of his elbow, wiping it across his inner armor to clear the blood off of the blade. Lawton clutched his wound, stumbling back a few steps as the Yakuza advanced.
“Surprised that I do not go down as fast as the others?” asked the Yakuza in a mocking tone, “I armor crafted by the smartest technicians in Japan, capable of taking twelve gauge buckshot.”
Brandishing the ōdachi, the Yakuza’s eyes honed in on Lawton’s neck, hoping to behead him by the fight's end, “And the sword capable of cutting through your armor? Forged in promethium and stronger than any steel on the planet.”
Lawton slipped his hands behind his back, quietly unloading the rest of the bullets in his gauntlets by popping the storage open and letting them spill out into his pocket. From there he discreetly pulled out the armor piercing round, slipping it into his weapon as the Yakuza’s eyes narrowed.
“Ready to die, assassin?” asked the Yakuza, raising his blade once more. Lawton honed in on the Yakuza’s head, picking the exact spot where he wanted to make a hole in his enemy’s face.
“No thanks, you can go first,” said Lawton.
Furrowing his brows, the Yakuza let out another battle cry, charging at Lawton with his sword raised high above his head. As he barreled towards Lawton at top speed, Lawton raised his wrist gun, clenching his fist before firing.
In a deafening explosion of sound, the Yakuza’s head was taken clean off, splattering his brains across the hall and leaving a stump where his neck should be. With the complete loss of motor skills or brain function, what was left of the Yakuza’s body tripped up, falling front first onto the ground, twitching as Lawton breathed a sigh of relief. He was completely out of ammo, completely out of energy, and completely out of patience.
Turning back towards the hotel door for the final time, Lawton marched back down the hall, stepping over the bodies of his former enemies as he arrived at his destination. Tired and fairly pissed off, Lawton kicked the door open, marching inside with silent fury as he began to frivolously search the hotel room for his target. It was a fairly normal hotel room, with two double beds, a tv set up on a desk, an armchair in the corner, and a window covered in curtains. A bathroom sat to the side of the entrance, containing a showebath combination, a sink, a toilet, and a closet.
Practically foaming at the mouth, Lawton began to tear the room apart, checking behind the curtains and flipping the beds, sending covers and pillows everywhere as he angrily searched for his target. This had taken up far too much of his time and effort than it should have, and every second that ticked by was a second he wasn’t with his daughter on her birthday. He would be there for her today, he made that promise to her.
“Come out!” shouted Lawton, having thoroughly trashed the room before moving into the bathroom, “Now!”
Hearing a small whimper from within the closet, Lawton stomped over to the wooden panels whole drawing his knife, tearing them open as the person inside shrieked with terror before attempting to break past Lawton. Grabbing them by their shirt before they could escape, Lawton raised his blade, preparing to murder his target before he suddenly froze in shock.
His target, who was attempting to wrestle herself out of Lawton’s grip, was a young girl no older than nine. Wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans, she fruitlessly punched and kicked at Lawton, tears in her eyes as she cried hysterically, “あなたは私の父を殺しました！行かせて！ (You killed my father! Let me go!)”
Lawton could only look on in horror at the child in front of him, the person he’s meant to kill in order to complete his job. He’s killed hundreds of men, both during his time in the military and his time as an assassin, but he’s never even thought of killing a child, let alone come close to a scenario where he would have to.
Yet here a child was, marked for death by people far more rich and powerful than Lawton.
He could feel his hands shaking as he contemplated the choice laid out in front of him. If he didn’t kill this child, those powerful people would hunt him and his family down for his refusal. He could try all he wanted to keep them safe, but sooner or later he’d be taken down and his family would be six feet under. He needed to go through with his job. He needed to kill this child.
But looking into the girl's eyes, seeing the fear written all over her face, the sheer panic in her actions, the grief in her words, he didn’t just see a scared little girl.
He saw Zoe in her.
He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but something made them look familiar. Maybe it was the eyes, who knows. All Lawton knew was that as he stood there, knife in hand and prepared to kill, he simply couldn’t go through with it.
He couldn’t kill this girl, even if his family's lives depended on it.
Visibly shaken, Lawton dropped the knife, letting go of the girl as she scrambled out of the room, sobbing as Lawton struggled to get a hold of himself. He had just let his target go. His family would be marked for death. How was he going to-
Lawton let out a pained scream of agony as the ōdachi from earlier was driven through his back, going straight through until the tip of the blade was protruding out of Lawton’s chest. As the sword was pulled out of his body, Lawton whirled around, falling on his back as he snatched his knife off the ground, flinging it at his assailant as they raised the sword for another strike.
It was the Yakuza from the elevator, the one who had initially survived. Somehow, the criminal had pushed through his fatal wound, picking up the odachi from his dead comrade and using it to shishkebab Lawton in an attempt to kill him. As the knife slammed into the Yakuza’s forehead tip first, embedding itself into his skull, the Yakuza dropped the ōdachi as he fell backwards, landing dead on the floor with splayed arms and legs as Lawton began to cough violently, blood leaking out of his body as he struggled to stay awake on the ground. As the shock began to take over and the feeling in his nerves began to deaden, Lawton could hear the ding of the elevator as a new group of people arrived.
“This is Sergeant Nancy Yip, responding to a call regarding shots fired outside the royal hotel. I’ve counted nearly two dozen bodies so far, proceeding into the hallways on floor five.”
As he writhed in pain on the ground, Lawton realized that now was the last time he’d be able to truly talk to the people he loved before it was all over. Placing a hand over his gaping chest wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding, Lawton used his other free hand to pull his helmet off his head. As the metallic piece of gear was yanked off his head, he allowed it to roll away, instead reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. As his vision began to blur, he quickly dialed a number into the phone, bringing it up to his ear as a person on the other end answered.
It was Zoe’s voice. Lawton let out a shaky sigh as he began to speak, “It’s Daddy, Zoe.”
“Oh! Hi Daddy!” said Zoe, “Mommy’s making dinner right now but I can take her phone to-”
“No, Zoe!” gasped Lawton, coughing up a little more blood, “Don’t...don’t go. Just stay on the phone for now.”
Hearing the distress in her father’s voice, Zoe held onto the phone, “Daddy? What’s wrong?”
“Zoe, I’m sorry but...I don’t think I’ll be making it back in time to celebrate with you,” choked Lawton, “After tonight, I won’t be seeing you for a long time, or maybe even at all.”
“Daddy, you’re scaring me!” cried Zoe, now becoming audibly upset, “You can’t go! You promised you’d come back!”
“I did, sweety...and I wanted to keep the promise, I really did,” said Lawton, who began to uncharacteristically tear up, “But things happened, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep my end.”
Feeling himself drifting out of consciousness, Lawton forced himself to say what needed to be said, “Listen to me, I want you to know that you’re my whole world. Always have been and always will be. I love you, Zoe, tell your mother I love her too.”
Hanging up before Zoe could properly respond, Lawton let go of the phone, allowing himself to lay completely still as he closed his eyes, a pool of blood forming around his body as the footsteps of the police grew closer and closer. If he was to die now, he would have at least been able to say his goodbyes. With that final mental note, Lawton allowed himself to pass out as the police barged into the room.
One month later
“Two hundred and fifty kills. Two hundred and fifty life sentences. That’s a lot of lives to spend in prison buddy.”
Lawton sat inside a sterile interrogation room, clad in an orange prison jumpsuit and handcuffed to an uncomfortable chair as he sat across from a grizzled blonde man in military gear. The man held a folder containing Lawton’s records, including specific assassinations he carried out and details on his gear and weapons. As Lawton stared blankly at the man, he sighed, scratching the back of his head before plopping the file onto the table separating the two.
“Strong silent type? Good, that means I do most of the talking,” said the man. “My name is Captain Rick Flag and I’ve been selected to lead a task force designed to carry out off record operations at the behest of the United States government. In the interest of keeping America’s name clean, we’ve elected to use former supervillains and assassins to do those jobs. You’ve been chosen for this task force and if you accept our offer, you’ll be given a chance to reduce your sentence, maybe even to the point where we can just let you go.”
Lawton stared Flag dead in the eyes, his stoic look telling the captain everything he needed to know. Lawton wasn’t interested in killing for his country again, so he needed to offer more.
“Well, since both I and the director of the task force were aware that this sort of thing alone wouldn’t interest you,” said Flag, reaching over to the folder and flipping it open, “We thought it’d be worth it to sweeten the pot, so to speak.”
Looking down at the folder, Lawton’s eyes widened when he saw a photo of Zoe and Susan taking a walk along the coast of some beachside town, completely safe and sound. Looking back up at Flag, he watched a smirk form on the soldier’s face.
“After your apprehension, we rounded up your family and put them into witness protection, mainly since your failure would mean consequences delivered by dark figures sitting behind computer screens,” said Flag. “They’re safe and sound...for now. If you want them to stay that way, well….You know what we want.”
“I’ll do it.”
Flag was taken aback by Lawton’s quick response, the man had been completely silent up until that point, but now he seemed eager to fight the good fight. Smiling, Flag got out of his seat, walking over to Lawton’s side to unlock his handcuffs. Once his hands were free, Lawton stood up, watching Flag as he beckoned the assassin to follow him out of the room. After following the soldier down a few different corridors, Lawton found himself being taken into a new room, one much larger than the interrogation room. As the two entered, Lawton laid eyes on two other people, who he presumed to be his teammates.
The first was a shirtless man covered head to toe in tattoos, while the second was a black haired woman cloaked in a green hood. As Lawton observed the two, Flag stepped between them, “Enchantress, El Diablo, meet your new teammate...Deadshot!”
The cloaked woman snaked towards Lawton, her body twisting and turning in all manner of inhuman ways as she shambled closer to the assassin, inspecting him from a multitude of angles, “Ssssss...this meat bag has the eyes of a killer…..I like him.”
“Hey, don’t get too cozy!” said El Diablo, “I don’t trust a guy with a beard like that.”
Flag watched the three converse with one another, a wry smile forming on his face, “You guys are getting along better than I expected. Maybe something will be made of this Suicide Squad yet.”
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2020.09.30 11:15 JFSoul Value for Real Money Spending Guide
This is an update to this thread.
The purpose of this thread is to discuss getting the most value out of spending real money within the game. I would prefer to keep thoughts on P2W vs. F2P, and Pixonic / gaming approaches to making money out of the comments.
In my opinion, a F2P player will find it nearly impossible to keep up with a paying player, especially as it pertains to time. So if you do spend real money, here are some things to consider.
I decided to start paying real money in computer games and mobile ap games over 10 years ago, since I view them as entertainment. I am extremely thrifty, so I maintain a strict budget and do a pretty good job at adhering to it, even with all the clever attempts by the game to get you to spend more and more resources. I also NEVER spend money on items that you can only get by chance (i.e. "gambling" aspects of games), since in my experience you come out on the losing end more often than not. Just like the Vegas saying, "the house ALWAYS wins." So I prefer to spend money on actual / tangible items. In the case of War Robots, that's the Black Market deals, Operations Passes, and Premium (or "VIP Pass").
Like many games, Pixonic uses a buisness model (called "Gacha") with particular mechanics targeted to get you to spend. Through the Black Market there are daily offers that all players get. Those include