Board Thread:Lores/@comment-37417396-20181118225456

Once upon a time, There was a Ticker named Ticker54365. Ticker54365 was tired of getting constantly farmed for cash by High Ranks, And after a week of nonstop deaths, Ticker54365 had it. He couldn't take the constant abuse anymore and fled to NASA. Sadly, The entire NASA Staff was dead. This meant only one thing. Start your own space program! Ticker54365 found a suit that would fit him, And suited up (the ticker halloween costume). Another week passes and the vehicle is done. Ticker54365 Was ready to go to space. But...Well, Just listen to the telementry...

Edgar: Alright Ticker54365, All systems nominal...You are go for launch! Starting the countdown now...

5...4...3...2...1...

Ticker54365: Ignition!

Brute: Hey, Who's tha-(gets sniped) AHHHH!

Edgar: SOUND THE ALARM! SURVIVOR ALERT!

SWAGER21: Hehehe. (snipes the rocket)

Ticker54365: I AM HIT!!! MULTIPLE SYSTEM FAILU-

(Rocket explodes)

Edgar: ...(notices swager next to him) I'm doomed.

The end...Or is it? 