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4 mos ago
Current I can taste the rainbow! Wait no...it's just blood.
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2 yrs ago
Daylight Saving Times are a conspiracy to sell analgesics and coffee
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2 yrs ago
My milkshake brings all boys to the yard... good thing I planted mines.
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2 yrs ago
...Good lord, when was the las time I updated this?
4 yrs ago
BERSERK LIVES
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I run on GMT+1 Schedule.

And coffee.

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Please no lewd.

Edit: I'm available for collab as well after sorting something out.
...Hrm, I'm waiting on something. On how to deal with the fact that all but one of Siggy's fellow clones were killed.
Hrmm... which Ward should I put Hana's base I wonder...

Edit: 5th Ward, the current Ward (since I think it has places of learning) sounds swell for now, unless you guys have a better suggestion. Would put her in the 3rd ward, Minato (cause it has Roppongi and Expats)... but that couldn't bode well for teh kiddies.

Or 13th Ward, Shibuya(bloodshed, lel)

Damnit. I'm making things worse XD
...Unknown Alpha has taken the rear vehicle!

That's a guy... right? That's not...

What's he do...FUCK!

Unit S57 HAS SUFFERED A MAJOR HIT!UNKNOWN ALPHA RAN IT WITH OUR VAN! I REPEAT...

The transmissions throbbed into blackness. Miro was numb. Every part. Arms. Body. Chest. Legs. The smell of blood. A metallic heavy breathing. Inching closer, and closer.

...I didn't kill it. I failed.

He was rocked. Everything trembled. Suddenly light. His pupils contracted vigorously. Sounds and voices, at first going painfully slow like an old tape player losing its batteries, then quickening up to a normal pace. He flexed his palm in front of his eyes, several times. He felt like if he had been beaten up. A sharp sting announced he had a bullet wound in his arm.

Dressed in bandages, he was back in the Poltava Base. His eyes quickly darted to the source of the voice. Lyn. The same Lyn he had been tossed aside like a ragdoll, probably with multiple fractures in the head, bleeding in the ground in a precarious state. She was alive, it seemed, and so was he. The impact had knocked him out cold, because he didn't remember how he got back to the base.

"...thank God, you're alive." Miro breathed in relief. "It almost seemed like a repeat of Olga's death." The young man tried to incorporate himself. His eyes darted from Lyn to Aria, and then back to himself. "I thought this timer I was a goner too... and I think that thing was still alive when i passed out." He added before sighing and looking at the two, interiorizing the words she had said.

"Don't mention it. I just can't stand these guys with their power armors and strange screeches." Miro said in return, before crossing his arms. "One of the things one learns in martials arts is to not be afraid to get hurt when unleashing an attack, anyway. But I need to polish the method. Concussions and dying are not fun." He added, his sights now set in Aria. "Are the other girls okay?"

I could really use some rest and a drink right now. He added mentally.
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Yeah, unfortunately, absurdist humor like that only is either a bullseye or a swing and a miss.

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This is my primary RP. Extremely active, amazing and fun bunch of writers.


Cool, here's my RP.



Yes, It's a fucking Capybara.

Now, stop being a whiner. We got your message.

Please get ours and preferably, if the office of the crown of the Drama Kingdom deems it suitable to secure us a slot in your schedule, produce a somewhat creative post that doesn't involve your character exploding, drinking or getting jiggity with capybaras.

HEIL CAPYBARAS.
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Fine... the truth must come out then.

Ariamis... my love... my darling... I'm having an affair. With another GM. In a different RP.

Those cold lonely night where you won't even look at me, I sneak out our bedroom window into the Jeep Cherokee you purchased with my poker winnings, and drive... drive until I reach them.

And they call their friends and ugh... the things they do to me. They toy and tease me with luscious savory plots... they stroke and caress my creative cortex... they gag me and beat me with rubber penciled and leather typewriters... And they, unlike you, do not mind my rock-polka obsession with Wierd AL Yankovich, or my collection of sevety-one Lt. Sarge from pokemon Dakimakuras.

They don't judge me with cold, uncaring eyes. When was the last time you so much as teased with promised whispers of character development? Or offered to wear the plot twist for this passionate bout of lovehate writing.

You can't remember, can you?

Now everyone knows the truth... and I don't care. They need to know!


Sempai has noticed you baka, now stop wasting creative potential and post or GTFO.
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NO pressure, right? O___o


Show up is not the same as posting. Saying "Hi, I'm alive." should suffice. At least in my book.
@AtomicNut right, you need to understand that I'm in school from 7-5 every single day. And the post you made was less than a day ago.

I know the CS isn't up (guilty as charged), but give me a smidgen of time to breathe and catch up? These things are suppose to be fun, right? So why is this being treated like a quarterly report in a firm?

"Get me more pictures of Spiderman!"


You asked the WHAT. Not the WHEN. Chill, man.
@Ariamis what do you need from me now? Other than the sheet... which... yeah
*shifty eyes*


Reaction post would be appreciated.
Been sick, kids sick, not sure whose turn it is... still sick, wife's sick... blah.


Love makes you sick. Literally. Love partners and close relatives are the first people to catch something from you when it's infectious and viceversa.

Welp.

Hang in there!
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