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6 yrs ago
Current I'm surprisingly not dead, yet. Could be persuaded to join an RP, or start one of my own...
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7 yrs ago
Seeing a lot of statuses that remind me of a younger me. Inspiration won't always be there; write anyway. Never stop writing, because trying to jump back in is far harder than overcoming writers block
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8 yrs ago
Kill me.
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8 yrs ago
Give me a reason to get back into RP.
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8 yrs ago
"You have no friends" Yes, RPG, I know, you dont have to rub it in like that
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Bio

Irreverent. Devil's Advocate. Either you love me or hate me....or you think Im alright, I guess.

Beware the Beast
But enjoy the feast He offers...

Most Recent Posts

HA. Just caught that lol
Woo. Now some of you should post so I dont feel like Im jumping the gun too much :P
Have you seen these eyes?

Ten thousand yard stare hello, this unicorn has seen some shit
Im a pretty fucking pony and theres nothing you can do about it
.....SO HANK. ABOUT THAT POST.

:P
Movement from across the room caught Rook's eye, and he slipped his hand under his silken tunic out of instinct, but the elf was faster. His fingers closed around a broad-bladed dagger, one of two in a small leather harness hidden by his lavish garb, and was ready to throw, but the tip of Thoraniel's blade was already at his chest. Too slow, too drunk. Should have kicked her.

"Do not speak to her like that..." she hissed at him. "Had Thaddeus not needed you, you would have been dead now."

Instead of flaring into a rage, he took a deep breath through his nose and his mouth curled into the smallest of smiles.

"You know, its cute and all what you just did..." he inclined his head toward Lila. "But I think the dame can handle herself. I have about as much a chance to crack open that treasure chest as I do to turn this here knotted wood into gold." He tapped his foot against the table they were all sitting around. "That being said, Thaddeus, make sure Miss Whiskey-sours over here keeps her blades pointed toward the enemy. I didnt come all this way to get killed by a poor sport, you hear?" He locked eyes with the Watchful, trying to convey the holy-shit-what-was-that feeling swimming in Rook's gut at the moment.

The Man of Fortune was feeling less fortunate by the minute. He took the small dagger already in his hands, went to clean under his nails, but realizing he had nothing to clean, slipped it back into its sheath and took a long, long drag from his ever-present white clay jug. After a moment, he lowered the jug and placed it on the table. "I dont work with anyone I dont know, and anyone I haven't had a drink with. So, bottom's up, dont be shy." He nodded to the jug, curious to see who would grab it first.
I did my first post drunk after the first paragraph or so. But I was only moderately drunk.

That being said, Ill get my post up today.

EDIT: Short post is short. But I guess it gets the job done?
I could work out another post....but yeah we'll get nowhere further without Hank. *opportunityforcharacterdevelopmentthough*
Well Rook is certainly a little disturbed. Im gonna wait a bit before posting, but Ill have another up by tomorrow.
One time a buddy of my brought over a pizza and was like DUDE PIZZA, YOU FREE? and I was like

Fuck yeah Im free. Im an American.
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