https://www.oscinem.com/home daily 1.0 2021-07-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577293113343-NDE09PPDZZCKNHA0DJ6B/ashes-001.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577293447678-IMJ65OUP0PS83A7JYGP4/ash003.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581215233269-KRE6KIFWFAC42HY4NGUQ/ash3.jpg Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577291886397-UR56UJ2UF6FUKQ6743HU/012.png Home - c o l l a p s e https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627669849373-AWW5TMM8TVX4WXBPQ0XI/ophidian.png Home - OPHIDIAN by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627670022207-P58DLRHEKC5SM4AQLRZC/corrovaline.png Home - CORROVALINE by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627670565010-I4C96JTPOCK17P4DHYYM/retroactive.jpg Home - RETROACTIVE by Liz Tecca https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627670294600-41XRU7Y8VX11H6UVE3KS/kasse1.png Home - KASSE by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671611581-N7FJS8AMKWCZ5SYTBODQ/kasse.jpg Home - KASSE by Liz Tecca https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671071770-KMHPM2CEZI8ARGYKTBW2/facelick.jpg Home - KASSE&EO by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671216631-AOUP4HBU6XDCWB15MROD/sketchbook.jpg Home - KASSE&EO by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671664936-HZTKM7N93CS31JXGY50S/eo.jpg Home - EO by Liz Tecca https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671396247-0QFE2Z2QM9BK4U0G2PNL/brint1.jpg Home - BRINT by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627671431395-44G8CH922MGY5F6JBSW6/brint2.jpg Home - BRINT by Nen Chang https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1627672428529-UUIPLU6SAYOLM90CRLAP/eo2.jpg Home - EO by Liz Tecca https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577289532878-XVSSC4XVSW75SUW4ZHXQ/010.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577289602587-8Z1XYJ4D1TH41CG1LXOB/006.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577289644769-EQPWQPY1E1K8BTBEP9YZ/007.png Home https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577289698336-5FT4ZSYTK945DQVN3S9J/001.png Home https://www.oscinem.com/characters daily 0.75 2023-07-28 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192410635-9R2ZMOAMXP6HR4EO4CMF/eo.png characters - Eoran Toriet Birthdate: August 13 Eo smiled, an assiduous thing always chasing closer. His pace was improving, caught by a focus that was steadily drawing away his interest in happenstance and the dusty spread of yesterday. He was present and persistent, keen-eyed wonder on the heels of his now. Before, later—they mattered less and less. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192410635-9R2ZMOAMXP6HR4EO4CMF/eo.png characters - Eoran Toriet Birthdate: August 13 Eo smiled, an assiduous thing always chasing closer. His pace was improving, caught by a focus that was steadily drawing away his interest in happenstance and the dusty spread of yesterday. He was present and persistent, keen-eyed wonder on the heels of his now. Before, later—they mattered less and less. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192027340-AHNOZOB3BE1VH2TOCQ99/cast-kasse-placeholder.png characters - Kasse Sejan Birthdate: April 19 Kasse was good at covering things up. He was a master. He covered his fear with boisterous pride for years, overcompensated with great precision until he even convinced himself he was unafraid. He covered a soft core with a carapace of bone and braided muscle held together by a vascular net that flexed when he cracked his knuckles, when he shifted to pull his cigarette from his lips between thumb and forefinger. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192171962-R6Q06PMHV8X9T57WJUKS/cast-brint-placeholder.png characters - Emrys Brint Birthdate: January 30 Brint's heart was bisected by the two things that were most important to him: one, that uncertain shape of a human being struggling to maintain his corporeality in a world of atomic monstrosity, and two, success in the field, this war he'd dedicated his adult life to, spurned all prospects of respectable career paths or healthy relationships with people who hadn't traipsed through the exact same fields of mutilation he had. Brint's self-awareness was floundering under abstract wants, shirking in the intensity of lustrous prospects so much grander than the luminance of gunfire and grenades. A better man would have started the truck and took them back home. Brint was not a better man. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581191981994-ENXKTLF0FOKXLM8NC0LT/cast-eo-placeholder.png characters - Eoran Toriet Feugiat sed lectus vestibulum mattis ullamcorper velit sed ullamcorper morbi. Eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum. Vulputate enim nulla aliquet porttitor lacus. Odio pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas egestas. Duis ultricies lacus sed turpis tincidunt id. Ullamcorper velit sed ullamcorper morbi. Felis donec et odio pellentesque diam. Ligula ullamcorper malesuada proin libero nunc. Vel pharetra vel turpis nunc eget lorem dolor. Habitant morbi tristique senectus et. Semper viverra nam libero justo laoreet. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192438073-8I92PBT0HI8MH7BMKL3Z/riki.png characters - Riki Ervase Birthdate: October 20 Across the room, the last bloodwright standing was the very picture of her father’s rage but so much quicker, long distance devastating. She was no longer a girl, no longer Riki, replaced by a snarling feral shriek of grief when she laid another cluster of darts so locust plague thick across her sightline that nine of them struck true, no less than five shredding through her target’s thigh. They found bone to attach themselves to, crude projectiles transformed into living barnacles in lapsed time, calcifying tongues flaying muscle from femur, digging into hairline fractures till they could taste the marrow of the sergeant’s bones. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192193683-858ECNKJVHIGNXT522HW/cast-dev-placeholder.png characters - LaVaughn Dev Birthdate: September 08 Dev wore startled well. He was a man of constant appraisal, one who took the time to breathe and to study. Calm, collected. This facet of his nature was responsible for making him skilled at his MOS—talking with people pushed past all their possible edges was useless if the speaker, too, had thrown themselves to the wind. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192223953-YO88GUANHPGOH34NSAGR/cast-adrien-placeholder.png characters - Adrien St Croix Birthdate: June 21 He was credited with the destruction of several high level targets with cunningly constructed P4 bombs placed in socially engineered scenarios carefully crafted by a recently deceased member of their prior squad. Naturally, the mad-bomber was destined to fall into Brint’s lap, to fall in line with that unorthodox group of front line soldiers whose reputation for destruction had spread like a virus across ODAs far and wide. So Adrien St.Croix was bright eyed when he took his first steps into the airport off the sun beaten tarmac, pack slung over his shoulder and jostling to the tempo of his anticipation. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577298054735-UDBJJ4DVPZEZT2E7H8PC/cast-eo-placeholder.png characters - Eoran Toriet Birthdate: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut diam quam nulla porttitor massa id neque aliquam. Nunc vel risus commodo viverra maecenas accumsan lacus vel. Elementum facilisis leo vel fringilla est ullamcorper eget nulla facilisi. Consectetur adipiscing elit pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et. Sed vulputate odio ut enim. Eu volutpat odio facilisis mauris sit amet massa vitae. In hac habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum. Sed enim ut sem viverra aliquet. Mattis ullamcorper velit sed ullamcorper morbi tincidunt ornare. Ut sem viverra aliquet eget. Amet consectetur adipiscing elit ut. Lectus mauris ultrices eros in cursus turpis massa tincidunt dui. Habitasse platea dictumst vestibulum rhoncus est. Pharetra magna ac placerat vestibulum. Egestas congue quisque egestas diam in. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1581192208924-6PIW7I8FWDT78C5YYOV6/cast-locke-placeholder.png characters - Anton Locke Birthdate: December 19 Skidding to a halt, Locke's usually jovial expression was gone, hardened to an unmitigated gameface screaming fuck this desert silent into Ossa's chilling night. Without explanation, he got out of the car, picked up the first fist-sized rock he found, rounded the vehicle, and beat the literal lights out of the Humvee, one by fucking one. Job complete, Locke dropped his weapon and took his seat, silently throwing the car back in drive to resume their escape to camp. "I have to use the brakes," he clarified, some thirty seconds after they'd picked up speed. "Not being able to utilize the brakes is a safety hazard. We shouldn't encourage reckless driving habits—we're better than that, guys." https://www.oscinem.com/who daily 0.75 2021-07-30 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5dfc22db452478577f63b4ac/1577290098337-21J9WZPMN7WPCSNSP15C/002.png — OSCEN IS —