AngelofOctober

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

Sweet. I completely forgot this thread existed

@BrokenWashing

:( That makes my soul weep

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@LeamonZest89

Reconsider his life choices? He wondered if one of them was being less chipper this early in the morning. Still Kristian lifted up a leaf after he sat down. He cocked his head to the side, letting his white hair brush across his shoulder and he gave a wide grin.

“Collecting leaves,” he told Travis, “I like their design.” he said lifting the leaf away from Travis face and towards the sky, “Their delicate design. Makes you consider the existence of God.” He scrunches his face up and then stares at Travis.

He nervously spins the leaf around in his hand. It’s delicate star shaped spinning at the stem like nature’s ballerina in those music boxes. He could remember a faint tune he once heard when he was small, muddled by the sounds of nothing.

“Do you believe in God Travis?” Kristian asked him, “It seems like everyone has their own interpretations. I am curious. Maybe because that’s what I was thinking about when I was walking and looking at the leaves. I just said that.” He gave a meek and nervous laugh. Trying to shy away from being gazed at. Swinging his legs a little as they dangled just above the edge of the bench and over the soil.

To End the World: Card Game

@Conscripts

I'll have you a photo tomorrow. It's almost 4 am. So just send me a message of what you're looking for and I can find it.

To End the World: Card Game

I just had this crazy idea.
What if we come up with a Warrior of End for each other?

@dreamingflowers

Interesting idea.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

@LeamonZest89

As Travis, as he called himself, helped him up he listened to what he had to say. Travis smelled like a Ghoul despite looking ordinary. Kid? Fucking asshole. He wasn’t a kid. He continued to look at Travis with a smile.

“Oh no worries,” Kristian told him, “It can be both our faults.” He gave a soft laugh and dusted himself off. He should probably give him his name. He didn’t want to. Travis was relaxing too far out, and now he had to be cordial with him.

“I’m Kristian,” he said sticking out his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Travis. Enjoying the park?” He was scanning Travis. He seemed too average to be a ghoul. Wondered how tough he was. It always seemed like the weak average ones were more powerful than the ones that looked tough.

To End the World: Card Game

>when Yugioh was a hit.

@Eklispe

He means there was a time when Yugioh second season came out and everyone and their damn mama had a Academy Forum. And we were straight up in competition with every Academy forum ever.

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Kristian

@LeamonZest89

It still surprised him that people thought they were free. But he found they weren’t living much differently. All in their little surreal cages some way or another. In some fashion or another they were all living in murky water barely hear the voices of ominous masterminds that had their fate all planned.

Freedom seemed like such a fleeting concept didn’t it? Near to existence. Everyone in this world was imprisoned somehow. Humans were imprisoned by the presence of Ghouls scared to know what death was like, how could he blame them for such a fear? It was a common fear, to be afraid of death. Ghouls were imprisoned by the Doves because they feared what the Humans feared.

They were fighting all the same fear. The fear of death. The fear of annihilation. So was he. He was escaping that too. The fear of annihilation. The fear of being controlled by someone telling him what to do with his own existence that he seemed to exert some kind of will over. If he had these thoughts and these considerations then he was not a puppet.

Yet he felt like one. A puppet on strings. Like all of this was planned. Like all of this was meant to test him. Guess he supposed this is what it felt like to believe in an existence of God. But God was real. Or at least he somewhat believed that a God existed.

His life may not be his very own life for too long. That’s the thought that scared him the most. That his very own life wasn’t going to be his very own for long. Still Humans have these funny little phrases like, take the time to smell the flowers. So he took time to feel the petals of the flowers in little potted plants outside of little shops.

All of this seemed like a meaningless existence? Didn’t it? Humans in their little pens and didn’t seem to think of themselves like herd animals. But they lived in packs. Defined their own existence with whom they shared their time and existence with. Whom they loved.

To fear slaughter as they were corralled into darkness. It wasn’t comforting morning thoughts, but they were thoughts that consumed him. Thoughts that consumed him when he walked through crowded streets. A stranger lost to the same stimulations and rhythms that drove existence. He didn’t hear the same voice or the same call to God that they did.

Meandering through the streets until he wandered off into a park. It felt like a whole different meaning of life here. It was more quiet. People paced with a different pulse of life. Grass would brush like green sea waves and the sound of the trees felt different. It didn’t feel near as restless, as chaotic, or as fearful here as it did in the crowded streets.

As people pushed and shoved elbow to elbow. Nervous of every stranger. Only worried about one thing and one thing only. Work. Selfishly pooling themselves along a string of life that is not their own. Here it felt like things were more balanced. Or it felt more balanced.

Maybe it was less noise for him. Less stimulation that made it seem that way. He bent down to pick up leaves. He liked the different shapes. A careful hand must have crafted these. A careful hand must have looked at these with a genuine eye of honesty. Not all the different Gods each Human spoke to had to be as cruel as the God he knew. Something beautiful must have made these beautiful leaves exist.

As he continued collecting different leaves that he liked to place in a scrapbook. He was too busy with their colors. Their fine veins in the sunlight. Their careful, elegant stems. Their colors of different greens, from the darkest bottom to the lightest tip, that he tripped over a pair of legs.

“Wo-aah,” he landed on the dirt hard enough, to look at dress shoes. Nice dress shoes. He could only feel a slight irritation with someone who would have their feet so wide out that someone would trip over them. Instead he simply looked up and smiled gingerly, “Oww.” he laughed nervously, “Sorry about that. I didn’t look very well.” Fucker.

To End the World: Card Game

<Snipped quote by AngelofOctober>

If your battle theme isn't Sabotage by The Beastie Boys, I will destroy you

@SilverDawn

Don't you mean, end me. bum dum tum tis.

To End the World: Card Game

Wait, I see Angel's leader being destructible. Does that mean in order to satisfy the win condition of the duel, you have to defeat all enemy leaders?

Also, can my Warrior have associations with Gods or so (since this concept is a little bit magical as well)? I was intending to make a bit of connection of why he would play the heaven deck.

@Conscripts

Yeah my deck is about sabotaging the opponent. So all of his abilities seem to give my opponent the advantage, but there are some nifty things my deck can do that Red's working on.

To End the World: Card Game

Still unsure about the difference between leader and warrior, but here's what I have so far.

CS - WIP

M i t s u k o

Is there a reason you are talking to me or is it fashionable for you to waste my time?

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Mitsuko Saimoto

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17

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Female

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_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Presented as a difficult young woman who never settles for second best, Mitsuko Saimoto is a tireless and fearless competitor wherever she finds herself. Her fellow classmates consider herself unapproachable, standoffish, insensitive, and hostile, though they recognize that there is a silver lining to Mitsuko’s razor-edged personality and domineering expectations. Mitsuko’s upbringing in her perfectionist and accolade-centric family has bred a young Japanese woman that is fiercely competitive and lacking doubt. If an assignment or project needs to be led, it’s done. If a deadline needs to be met, it’s done. Where other students crack under the pressure Mitsuko seemingly shrugs off the stress and anxiety.

All of this said, Mitsuko is not particularly competent at socialization and interacting with her peers, a reason most find her difficult to deal with. Though this does not mean she is a shy woman who keeps to herself, if she is addressed there is no ignoring it or hiding it; she was raised to attack a situation without reservations and oftentimes Mitsuko views her fellow classmates and acquaintances as challengers and speaks to them in a sardonic or antagonistic manner. This unfriendly way of dealing with people doesn’t lend towards favorable interactions or longstanding friendships.

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@Inkarnate

Leaders belong to the decks

Warriors are Ghost Once People like your PC a.k.a Yami Marik, Yami Bakura, Yami Yugi