Gunna throw them here.
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STATUS: Bleh. Feeling like garbage. Probably going to stop hanging around here for a while. 9 yrs ago
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Bleh. Feeling like garbage. Probably going to stop hanging around here for a while.
9 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
So apparently cherio was here yesterday. How did I miss it?
9 yrs ago
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When did it go so seapunk?
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his isn't right. You know these floors. You used to come here.
You and a few friends. Like that motorcycle guy who was always inviting you to his house parties, playing darts with a set of throwing knives he had bought as a joke. Why did he stop leaving messages? You got along well with him.
He wouldn't want to see what's happened to you. He wouldn't even recognize you in that mask of bloody rage you wear. It's strangely liberating to put it on and have your identity, your humanity forgotten.
The music pounding in your ears seems to give you strength and speed you never had before as you charge toward them, as you swing your axe in a pirouette and bathe in hot blood. You arch your back, you crow in ecstasy as you bring your axe down on one man who was still moving, twitching. Then you puff and shake yourself off, and charge up the stairs, the wattles of your mask sticky with gore. You're not done yet tonight, though. Not until the last neck is broken, when the bloodthirst evaporates in an instant -- and you're left alone and silent, the weapon dropping from your hand as the music disappears from your veins.
And then, all that's left to do is to take off the mask and go back home. You hope it'll just be a dream, but you always wake up with the mask clutched in your hands, looking you in the eye, waiting for more...
Welcome to the Hotline, a Hotline Miami RP.
You and a few friends. Like that motorcycle guy who was always inviting you to his house parties, playing darts with a set of throwing knives he had bought as a joke. Why did he stop leaving messages? You got along well with him.
He wouldn't want to see what's happened to you. He wouldn't even recognize you in that mask of bloody rage you wear. It's strangely liberating to put it on and have your identity, your humanity forgotten.
The music pounding in your ears seems to give you strength and speed you never had before as you charge toward them, as you swing your axe in a pirouette and bathe in hot blood. You arch your back, you crow in ecstasy as you bring your axe down on one man who was still moving, twitching. Then you puff and shake yourself off, and charge up the stairs, the wattles of your mask sticky with gore. You're not done yet tonight, though. Not until the last neck is broken, when the bloodthirst evaporates in an instant -- and you're left alone and silent, the weapon dropping from your hand as the music disappears from your veins.
And then, all that's left to do is to take off the mask and go back home. You hope it'll just be a dream, but you always wake up with the mask clutched in your hands, looking you in the eye, waiting for more...
Welcome to the Hotline, a Hotline Miami RP.
This has been around for a while, cool.
https://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.roleplayerguild.com
Here, you can borrow my time machine, just don't make any paradoxes and don't use it to look up the vintage pron.
Here, you can borrow my time machine, just don't make any paradoxes and don't use it to look up the vintage pron.
ΛZ: Get to doing something productive?
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You would go scrounging around outside in one of the nearby trash deposits, but you kinda don't have your CHAIN-HOOK. Even then you're pretty sure collecting generally useless objects isn't very productive, but it's better than just sitting there. You instead decide to reply to flower girl and maybe you can find out what's going on with this countdown. Maybe then you'll give it another crack at getting your CHAIN-HOOK.
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ΛZ: Find out about this countdown in detail.
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Ugh, You hate this computer, but that isn't relevant. What is relevant is the countdown. You reply to Lyalli Dihcro asap.
Hopefully she gets back to you soon, but you can only hope.
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You would go scrounging around outside in one of the nearby trash deposits, but you kinda don't have your CHAIN-HOOK. Even then you're pretty sure collecting generally useless objects isn't very productive, but it's better than just sitting there. You instead decide to reply to flower girl and maybe you can find out what's going on with this countdown. Maybe then you'll give it another crack at getting your CHAIN-HOOK.
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ΛZ: Find out about this countdown in detail.
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Ugh, You hate this computer, but that isn't relevant. What is relevant is the countdown. You reply to Lyalli Dihcro asap.
Hopefully she gets back to you soon, but you can only hope.
Well, I guess that I should contribute to this here Spam Renaissance with a game of my own. That game is Mafia Game, and these are its rules:https://web.archive.org/web/20110813054857/http://cataldo.freeshell.org/mafia/mafiascum04.swf
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Space Ship Adventure Steel! Chapter 1, part 1 (because I took too long and wanted to give you something to read)
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Spam Forum
Dis be sum good shit right here, mmmhhhhmmmm.
I just saw a domesticated rat last week, they're actually pretty cool.
Yeah, they're great pets. Just not around cats. T_T
My rat died two months ago from digestion by cat. RIP my rat who never got a legitimate name.
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