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Current A naked man has bigger problems than a pickpocket.
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12 days ago
The guild is being slow again.
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18 days ago
My issue with GMing is once the novelty of the new idea wears off, I have no idea what to do next, and everyone is looking at me to progress the narrative.
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I still haven’t watched TLOK. It’s on my long list of shows and movies to binge.

Bio

Gay, he/him, Autistic

I’m Crimson Flame and I’m addicted to RPing. But sometimes ADHD kicks in, and it takes me longer to reply to things than it should. If I’m taking too long to respond, feel free to say something. Just don’t be rude about it.

There are a bunch of RPs I like. Pokémon, Digimon, Fantasy, Superhero, it would take too long to list them all. I’m not a fan of Horror or Apocalypse settings though.

I have a particular type of character I like making. Look through my Character Sheet thread, and see if you notice what a lot of my characters have in common.
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I’m still here. I’ll attempt to get a post out tonight.


I have a few canon characters I’ve been wanting to play. So maybe.
I’m still alive


Blake took his time with character creation.

If Cairos Tech was going to drop him into some massive virtual duel world, he was at least going to look good doing it. By the time he finally loaded into the hub, his avatar looked exactly how he wanted: pink and fabulous.

The place itself was… a lot.

White platforms. Blue glowing lines. Giant holograms of Blue-Eyes and Dark Magician looming overhead like the company really wanted to make sure nobody forgot what game this was based on. Around him, new players were already chatting amongst themselves.

Blake, for his part, stayed where he was and let the welcome message play. Petit Angel floated near his shoulder, as threatening as a plush keychain. Dunames Dark Witch stood a little farther back at his side.

By the time Tour Guide finished explaining the basics, Blake had already picked up on one thing. Most people here were probably going to see a guy wearing pink with a cute monster, and make assumptions fast.

That was fine. They usually did.

He glanced toward the portal leading to the World of Grace, then toward the nearby cluster of players forming parties. Some looked excited. Some looked cocky. Most looked loud. Blake adjusted one sleeve and looked at his partners. “Well,” he said lightly, “let’s go prove a point.” With that, he started toward the portal at leisurely pace.
I’m planning on a vain pretty boy character.
Dante had somehow turned Nowhere into content.

It wasn’t even hard. The town did most of the work. Cute shops, clean streets, seasonal decorations, and just enough charm that if he framed it right, people online loved it. Dante just knew how to sell it. Good lighting, decent angle, a caption that made everything sound more interesting than it actually was, and suddenly people cared about a town they’d never heard of.

Which was how he ended up outside Intriguingly’s. People kept bringing it up. Followers, locals, even a couple teens who had laughed when he asked about it, like they already knew he wouldn’t go inside. That alone was enough to make him do it.

So here he was. From the outside, the place looked like a normal antique shop. Old sign, dusty windows, way too much stuff crammed into the display. It should’ve looked charming.

It didn’t.

“Okay,” Dante muttered, checking himself in his phone. “If this ends badly, just know this was for content.” He hit record. “So apparently this is the weirdest shop in Nowhere,” he said, slipping into influencer mode. “Which is impressive, because this town treats a bake sale like a major event. It’s called Intriguingly’s, which already sounds like a bad decision, and I’ve had multiple people tell me not to go in, so obviously now I have to.”

He stopped recording, uploaded it to Insta, then adjusted his bag, and stepped inside. The bell above the door rang. Inside was worse. Dim, crowded, too many shelves packed into narrow aisles. Everything looked like antiques. Mirrors, jewelry, silverware, perfume bottles, dolls, of course there were dolls. It smelled like dust and old wood. There were people inside browsing.

Then the voice started. Dante didn’t need anyone to tell him that was Mr. Imp. He stayed quiet, listening as the rules got listed off. Then he said not to open the back door. And by pointing it out, Dante’s eyes went to it automatically.

It looked normal. Just an ordinary door down a short hallway. No lock. No warning sign. Nothing dramatic. But now it had become the most important thing in the room.

After the little speech ended. People went back to pretending everything was fine.

Dante stepped further in. “Qué lindo,” he muttered. “Super normal.” He moved toward one of the displays, keeping his expression easy. Some of the stuff was actually nice. Rings laid out on velvet. Old perfume bottles. Fancy silverware. Of course the creepy place had good taste. But the entire time, his eyes drifted back to the door they were told not to open. That was the part he didn’t like. Not the rule. The fact that everyone else was clearly trying not to care about it.

Dante pulled out his phone again. He opened the camera, keeping his voice low this time. “So. Quick update,” he murmured. “The vibes in here are awful, everyone’s pretending not to care about one specific door, and I’m starting to think the locals may have undersold how weird this place is.” He glanced toward the hallway again, then back to his phone. “If I stop posting after this, assume I made a bad decision.”

He ended the clip. Didn’t upload it. For a second, he just stood there, phone in hand, staring toward that damn door. Still telling himself he wasn’t going anywhere near it.
I love Pokemon, so I’m tempted…
And today is Charlotte’s birthday IRL.
Hi, @Night Diamond Kindred invited me in while you were gone. Welcome back!
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