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6 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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6 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
6 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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6 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
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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Seeing that no one is posting I am going to assume interest has been lost.
This makes me very sad because I worked a while on the storyline for this rp. If anyone wants to continue this as a 1x1 please let me know.

I am in fact considering leaving rpg. Until I make my final decision I will not be joining or starting any more group rps. If I do any at all it will be 1x1 over pm.
I am waiting for @Saltwater Thief to post before I do
@Kitty@Legion02@2plus2isnot5
As neither of the above players have replied or posted you may NPC their characters in order to move the story along.
@Zahrale *hugs*

@SashaKitty@RisenSun

please post by the end of today. If you don’t then your characters will be NPC’d in order to move the story along.



Amalia

Wife of Wilhelm @Saltwater Thief, Sister-Wife of Onyx @Vesuvius00
Interacting with Wilhelm @Saltwater Thief


They would find a place in his house? What did that mean? What kind of ‘place’? Did he have other wives already? Was there a chance he would not take her to his bed? Perhaps she would just be a servant?
The hope she felt was almost painful. Amalia was live out her life happily as no more than a servant if it meant -

A sudden commotion took her from her thoughts as fresh fear rushed through her. What was happening? Unconsciously she moved closer to her new ‘husband’, seeking protection from whatever was happening.

Amalia’s head turned frantically, trying to watch all angles at once. A drunken Drakken, whose appearance seemed more animal from the blood and mud on his body, leered at her before shouting “boo!” And laughing when she jumped away from his horrid smell.

A small cry escaped her throat and Amalia grabbed her husband’s arm in fear. She held on tightly with both hands, shaking like a new born lamb. She hated it here. She hates the noise and the smell and the lewd jests. She hated the smoke and the blood and the fear choking her.
Pressing her face against Wilhelm’s arm Amalia prayed once again that soon she could leave this place and never return. It crossed her mind that he might be angry at her for hiding at his side. But she would apologize and take whatever punishment he wished to give later. For now she would seek refuge in her new husband.



The woman was clearly becoming annoyed with her. Elsa couldn’t help her own irritation rising as well. Yes she was asking questions, getting clarification. What did the woman expect? Elsa had just nearly avoided becoming a personal slave and whipping boy to a bitch with delusions of grandeur. She wanted to learn as much as possible to avoid screwing up again.

“I meant to find out who I take my orders from and what I was to do now, but I can see I am bothering you. Thank you for your help. I will not waste any more of your time,” Elsa said, her former expressionless demeanor returning. This was what she was used to : people eventually getting tired of you and casting you aside. It was textbook what happened to nearly every child in the foster care system. You were ultimately disposable, by your caregivers and by society.

“I suppose I will just play until I am told to do something,” she mused aloud before going back to the piano. Sitting, she began playing a haunting melody that echoed through the halls.
GM Post


Copper made small gurgling noises at the sound of Sam’s voice. His breathing was shallow as the fever increased...
Slate seemed to notice his brither’s distress because he came over and nudged him with his rostrum, trying to get him to move.

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The baby dolphin squealed in alarm, struggling to get away from the strange human who had caught her. She squealed for her momma, using the signature whistle unique to her that her momma would identify over all other calves.

But no matter how loudly she squeaked her momma didn’t come. The human was talking, but the calf didn’t understand. It was just gravely noise to her. Her heart was beating wildly with fear.

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Charlie was waiting for Josh at the turtle area when Max’s message came through. Another calf?! What the hell?!

“Change of plans, Josh meet me at the dock ASAP!” Charlie shouted through the radio and took off running.
A baby dolphin without a mother was very very bad. Either something had happened to mom or it had been abandoned for some reason, usually illness. Charlie grabbed a sheet made of lightweight thin foam. It helped keep the animals damp while out of the water while blocking out light and noise. Sometimes if you covered an animal’s eyes it would calm down.
@LadyRunic

Oh my god I listened to the new song Monster from Frozen on Broadway and it is IN INCREDIBLE!!!
I think you would love it! It has inspired so many ideas for me! I cried it was so good!
Due to unexpected family issues I cannot post until tomorrow 😔
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