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8 yrs ago
Current To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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8 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
8 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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9 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
10 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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I tried to click on the titan pad and it froze on me ;__;
Will post when i get home
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wow even I'm surprised at the level of bullshit that Malcolm is spewing and I'm the one writing it!
"I wish I had your confidence. Maybe I would have lead my family better. As for the brutes," Malcolm answered, his face turning grim. "They claimed they wanted to join The Family, that they wanted to make us stronger and protect us. But they were just lying to get in our good graces. The moment we allowed them into our home, they took over and forced us out. The ones they deemed 'useless', whoever would not join them. Men... women... children..." Malcolm said through gritted teeth.

"There were around twelve of us, those who survived the first few days on our own without supplies. A pregnant woman, she died first. The stress was too much for her. She took her own life. Nancy... oh god Nancy..." he shuddered, as though reliving the memory. "Tom, her husband, blamed me. I blamed myself. He took his daughter and several others and left. Then Brenda, an older woman close to my age died from heat stroke and dehydration. There were two men, two women and a teenage boy left along with myself when we were attacked by a mob of the undead. The boy... he was barely fifteen and so very scared. He panicked and ran. I doubt he survived," Malcolm added in a low, very grieved voice. "That boy had potential. He was a nervous sort, but smarter than most men I've known when it came to machines.'

Anyone hearing this would be struck to the heart by the tenderness in which Malcolm spoke. No one could have guessed that he didn't mean a word of it. All of the people he spoke so fondly of did not, nor had ever existed. The best thing to do as far as acting was to create a world for yourself that even you could believe in. Malcolm had no doubt that if he were in Alex' place he would have believed the crap coming out of his mouth.
They would find a gun and several dead mangled corpses of newly dead people once they searched, that would seem to back up his statements, planted there by him and the others. The story of taking over and forcing people out of their home was true, and it was true that Malcolm was the leader, but he had been on the other end of things. He was not a monster though. He had given the women and children a place and protection in his base. The men that did not join him had been fed to the walkers while the sick and ones who were not worth saving were cast out to make their own way into the world. He had given them supplies to last a few days to be fair.
I'll reply tomorrow when I can sit down and focus.
Getting a shower then I'll be on to reply
@alexfangtalon
Malcolm sat gratefully. This young man seemed to have potential.
"I appreciate your help. You have a very nice nature about you," Malcolm complimented and then thought for several moments. "I'm not quite certain... the attack was so sudden, you understand. I believe... I believe there were three bullets left in my gun, and that was after exhausting my other gun. I dropped it somewhere along the street near here. Maybe someone can find it."

Malcolm smiled faintly when asked about his group. "We call our group The Family, because that is how we veiw ourselves : as a family brought together and made stronger by tragedy. They appointed me as leader, but between us I can't help feeling it was a mistake," Malcolm leaned foward, covering his face with his hands. "I tried to take care of them and I failed. I trusted the brutes who forced us from our home. If my family is dead I will never stop blaming myself," he looked up at Alex. "I know your leader, the girl Nikki wasn't it? I know she doesn't trust me. There is no reason for her to. But if you could in some way convince her to let me go along to try and find whatever is left of The Family, I would be forever grateful. Perhaps we could even merge our groups. I am very much afraid that now they have taken our home, the monsters that attacked us might come here next."

~~~~~~~~~~

Gracie rubbed her eyes as she woke. "Kiki!" she called, looking around for Nikki. "Kiki! Kikikikikikikiki!"
Moving to the edge of the bed, she turned and fumble-climbed her way down onto the floor. She tried to walk but fell back on her bottom. Moving forward into a crawl, she crawled her way across the floor towards Nikki and Vincent's bed.
@LadyRunic miss you... and everyone else
I'll be on in an hour or so
Family emergency. Will post tomorrow.
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