Hello folks!

Just returning from holi-bobs and going to take a look at the applications submitted while I was away with the other GMs. Stay tuned!

You took the other GMs on holi-bobs with you and left us here?

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You took the other GMs on holi-bobs with you and left us here?

I doubt Sep or Hillan could even survive going on vacation with me.

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You took the other GMs on holi-bobs with you and left us here?

What do I want to go to England for?

It's bad enough I have to go for work.

Figured I'd go through the posts again and share my favorite lines from them. It quickly ended up becoming my favorite paragraphs lol.

Ralph Junior had thrown up on himself, Joey disguised a burp of indigestion, and Eve felt through the threads of Calder City that at least three people had died since this dinner had started.

The perfect punctuation to this post. Showcases the horror of Eve's powers and puts an even darker spin on an already uncomfortable dinner with a family that holds a lot of skeletons in their closets.

Standing there in the doorway, she felt that familiar warmth in her chest, the quiet certainty that these two were the closest thing she had to a home.

Love the emotion in this line, the love Joanie feels for her roommates and the other kids at St. Dymphna's is palpable here.

The feeling of The Pilgrim whispering danger through every available path. Not future sight. Not exactly. Just certainty. The crowbar would come high. The pipe above them would rupture when the crowbar caught it mid swing and the steam that resulted would cause the floor to become slick. He would have three possible exits. One safe. Two fatal.

Such a sick ass look into how Bret processes the world with his ability. The punchy prose is right up my alley.

It did not shine like sunlight. It did not burst or flare. It seeped into the damaged concrete in thin molten threads, following every split and fracture with unsettling precision. The crack filled, hardened, and spread into a jagged seam that looked almost beautiful if nobody thought too hard about why it was there.

Such a striking way to describe the effects of Richard's abilities, exactly what I was hoping for when I read the updated sheet.

Outside the Statesman, which had a screenshot from the viral ACL Music Festival incident, Dani recognized herself in none of the accompanying photos. She was allowed only a single set of earrings when in costume, her hair was professionally styled, and she always had that perfectly neutral “no-makeup” look which took twice as long anyway. Aurora was a product, not a person.

Love the resentment that Dani feels for her heroic persona, the prepackaged corporate version of herself.

A bus groaned by on the street beyond. Someone laughed in the distance. Morning went on, indifferent and bright, while Marth stood with Bruno’s hand locked around his wrist and the faint scent of obsidian smoke at the back of his throat. For the first time in all the time they had known each other, Marth entered Bruno’s mind on purpose. Not deeply. Not cruelly. Only enough to place his voice where Bruno could not pretend the air had swallowed it.

The way the world around Marth just passes by while he's in this terrifying situation and the depths he has to stoop to in order to escape, just great stuff all around. Side note: reading Memoria's post made me feel almost too intimidated to even approach them for a crossover but I'm glad I did, had to stretch creative muscles I didn't even know I had trying to match their prose.

"I can confirm that Mirage, is my son William and that the hero known as Shutter is my daughter Matilda."

"Anyone else?"

"I have a second son, but he's long moved away under an assumed name and I shall respect his decision."

"I'm just surprised I got an honourable mention-"

Pretty much the entire exchange with Albert talking to the TV during his dad's interview was hilarious but this was my favorite part of that.

Dive deep.

That's what my father had said.

We only get maybe a hundred years, on a planet that's had four and a half billion years, in a universe that's seen almost fourteen billion years.

Life flows into us and we flow into life. So we might as well dive deep.

Love seeing the philosophy that was instilled into Qing from his childhood be broken down to its barest elements.

He had been her first… Well her first everything. The first person she had trusted enough to let close. The first person who made her feel seen. The first person she had slept with. They’d grown up together in the home and had given everything to each other. Then he had left.

Memories flickered through her mind. Flashes of warmth. Flashes of skin on skin.

She shook away the thought. The guy was a dick. Plain and simple.

Another insight into Joanie's emotions regarding a person she knows (or knew in this case), showcasing that her trust doesn't come easy. When it's broken, she tries to stay strong and move on, but still catches herself hung up on it sometimes.

The speech was long, but nobody complained. The murmurs were kept to a minimum, nobody disrespected the memories being mentioned. The heroics, the past saves. Karl spoke for about ten minutes, but then he was replaced by other heroes. Protegés, allies. Several reformed villains and criminals who testified to Saws kindness and patience in not just dumping them at jail, but then visiting them and personally helping them through their rehabilitation.

Wonderful showcasing of the effect just one hero can have on so many lives in this world and how they're remembered after they meet their untimely ends.

All she needed was a moment to close her eyes and think. The memories would come. They always did, even if they weren't hers. But what was hers was a rather nebulous concept. This penthouse was hers. But it wasn't. She didn't remember drinking last night, but she did. She must have. There was a party, or something similar, but why? Who was there? She was. Was she?

Most of y'all know I fuck with psychological shit, this was a great way to describe how it feels to be a hungover duplicate coming back to the realization they're one of many.

His hand shook as he raised it to knock on Cheryl's door. Should he knock? Archie hesitated. If he were summoned, shouldn't he just go in? He was already invited; what need was there to knock? He put his hand on the door handle, pushing down on it before panicking and taking a step back. Raising a loose fist, Archie meekly knocked on the frosted glass embossed with the 'Cheryl Lockhart, Senior Partner'.

Love this awkward ass loser. Love him.

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You all better keep the heat coming, absolutely no misses at all so far.

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What do I want to go to England for?

It's bad enough I have to go for work.

This is why I’m moving to Scotland in a few weeks. England’s a mess.

This still taking? I might have settled on a character.

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This is why I’m moving to Scotland in a few weeks. England’s a mess.

Based.

This still taking? I might have settled on a character.

Melissa put a hard deadline of June 7th for new sheets. Not a GM, but I figure that means new characters are being accepted until then.

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Melissa put a hard deadline of June 7th for new sheets. Not a GM, but I figure that means new characters are being accepted until then.

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It is truly a blessed thing to be in an RP where posts keep rolling in before I get caught up.

It is truly a blessed thing to be in an RP where posts keep rolling in before I get caught up.

I am already worried I'm going to be too rusty and my quality is not going to match that which I am seeing, but I will certainly try my damndest to meet that bar.

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I am already worried I'm going to be too rusty and my quality is not going to match that which I am seeing, but I will certainly try my damndest to meet that bar.

Don't worry: imposter syndrome is exactly how you know you belong here, paradoxically.

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I am already worried I'm going to be too rusty and my quality is not going to match that which I am seeing, but I will certainly try my damndest to meet that bar.

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Don't worry: imposter syndrome is exactly how you know you belong here, paradoxically.

Exactly, they let me in, so the bar is on the floor.

@NeoAJ That and writing again is a good way to get rid of that rust.

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I am already worried I'm going to be too rusty and my quality is not going to match that which I am seeing, but I will certainly try my damndest to meet that bar.

From your sheet you got nothing to worry about, but also yes welcome to the club that includes everyone else here lmao.

Should get through reviews once Melissa has settled back into American life.

@BrutalBx I just read your post after putting my latest up, and I think we might be on the same wavelength if it's cool with you to tie the Dragons to El Jefe and the King's Blood?

@BrutalBx I just read your post after putting my latest up, and I think we might be on the same wavelength if it's cool with you to tie the Dragons to El Jefe and the King's Blood?

Sure! Shoot me a message and we can work out fitting it all together.

Having finally caught up on the IC, I just want to say you're all doing fantastic work.

But if anyone harms Aurora, just know there is a special hell for you.

If I had a nickel for every OC superhuman RP where Aurora is the cinnamon bun, I'd have two nickels, which is not a lot, but it's weird that it has happened twice.

I love that my attempts to make a slightly edgy, alternative character are mostly for naught because I'm such a softie that my characters inevitably are, too. Genuinely wouldn't want it any other way.

Wait, we can we make edgy characters?