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hello there friends I like ice cream
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9 yrs ago
not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
9 yrs ago
dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
10 yrs ago
I'm back and that's that
11 yrs ago
Pulling out from roleplays for a while, hopefully not for too long

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Couldn't agree more Yog. While prequels are all well and good you sort of need a bit of a base to go from/to, a final destination if you will. Until then you can just simply reference these past events in dialogue or the (very) occasional flash back with a bunch of text.

Overall I think adapting a roleplay to a comic might be a bit easier as we've already got a script(s) of some sort laid out, all we'd need to do is organise it into a more linear chronological order and focus on one fight scene in one issue and then the next in another rather than trying to put them all into one thing. As for characters those that disappear from the RP can simply be killed off whereas others who pop off for a bit can simply be edged towards the background for a while.

p.s. If you need any help with drawing just send me a pm.

p.s.s. Expect a post on the morrow cause it's late and I have college in the morning.
Sitting down happily on the bunk, the white linen smelling as unnaturally clean as the rest of the room, Chris answered the questions she was asked and with some difficulty managed to remove her jacket. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

“Oh god.” Chris blanched at the sight of her arm and quickly turned away from it.

The entry wound itself wasn’t too bad, the little crater of ruptured flesh sat there without a care in the world, but of course blood from the wound had smeared itself over her arm much like a child discovering crayons and a wall.

The snap of plastic accompanied the pungent smell of antiseptic and Chris felt the nurse firmly take hold of her before vigorously cleaning around the wound. Once again Chris’ eyes bulged in silent agony. The pain meant the wound was being cleaned but dear lord did the nurse really have to be so rough? Glancing around the large hospital wing Chris absently watched the healing people help injured people in order to try and distract herself from her own throbbing arm and stomach. Then a very loud rumble echoed from her stomach and Chris turned very red.

“Well that explains my stomach ache.” She chuckled under the nurse’s unimpressed glare.

“That and possibly some internal bleeding.” The nurse returned to fussing over Chris’ bullet wound. “Once I’ve finished dressing this wound I’ll need you to take you shirt off so I can examine you abdomen. It takes a lot of force to throw an average human being and the fact they you blacked out after the collision is concerning.”

Chris simply nodded in compliance as she watched Ocean warrior having that nasty gash looked at and hoped he’d be alright. What a wonderful start to her evening this was. With a painful sigh Chris gave a small smile towards Shifter nearby.

“Mind if I join you and your mate for that drink or…?” Chris asked tentatively. Nothing helps with making friends like suffering a bullet wound and internal bleeding. Then, thinking better of it, Chris then shook her head. “No, no, never mind.”
You guys need to take better care of yourselves. :(

I hope you're feeling all right there Poly, nothing too serious I hope?

it just occurred to me that super heroes in a super organisation need super suits. We need a super Tailor. :3
The internal string of swear words in Kole’s mind suddenly became very much louder. Letting his mind save away the conversation for later analysis Kole continued with the very important act of panicking.

“Maybe.” Kole whimpered in reply.

Eyes wide and chin being pinched painfully Kole was trapped. The situation had rapidly spiralled into the whirlpool he had been struggling to keep it out of and right now he was probably going to die! Knees knocked together and teeth struggled to clatter away under the GM malicious growl, there was no denying that hungry gleam in his eyes now and Kole knew he was the prey in this scenario.

With a surprised yelp Kole watched the wolves dash off, only to be stopped by the sudden appearance of bricks, and his chin was finally released from the horrifying clutches of evil. At this point Kole could’ve decided to try and figure out a few things and analyse the little bits of information he had managed to scrounge from the GM, no matter how small those bits were, but decided to listen the ever useful fight or flight reflex. Think Later, run now.

“Thank you.” Kole chimed as he nabbed his phone back from GM’s grasp. Then he sprinted towards Callum, taking advantage of the bricks preoccupying the wolves and slip past them. “Run!” Kole shouted as he sped past with his legs pumping manically in his desperate escape.
Silver Carrot said
I haven't even made a CS yet, but I'm still here.


That is because you are made of silver which is very effective against werewolves.
No. Go to sleep. Put everything down and lie in your bed and just sleep you silly person why have you been up for so long you need to sleep and rest that body and brain of yours!.
Goood :3
Starting my second year at college in a few days so I'm excited but also really nervous :D
Chris slumped into the padded VTOL seats, then immediately regretted that action with a small gasp of pain. Blood loss, exhaustion and a horrendous headache combined to prevent her from even registering the trip but Chris was relieved when the VTOL touched down in front of the League. With another hiss Chris prised her battered and bruised body from the surprisingly comforting embrace of the VTOLs seats and hobbled her way into the building.

“Okay then. Which way’s the way to the Hospital wing?” She asked aloud to the others nearby.

In all honesty Chris was a little bit in awe of her team mates, and maybe slightly jealous, and they’re ability to just shrug off their injuries with a joke and a laugh. Sometimes she wished she was somewhat impervious to attack, it would make everything so much easier. But then again, a small smile crept over her face, this time a few months ago she’d barely been able to do anything in even a training session. And now here she was striding, well more limping than striding, back from terrorist attack she could easily die in, or worse, with nothing more than a bullet wound and possibly some internal bleeding.

Her smile faded along with the warm fuzzy feeling she had been revelling in.
uuuuhhhg I keep getting ideas for villains (setting fire to the rain anyone?) which I can't use.

Anyone writing up a post sooo, expect one at some point in the near future.
I can almost hear them all thinking the same thing...

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