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18 days ago
Current If I find out any of my writing partners are using AI to write their posts I'm gonna wind up on the news
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18 days ago
fuck
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1 mo ago
As long as you don't asspull the ability to shut off magic like ATLA did, then yeah ATLA is peak
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2 mos ago
every single writer on this website does a better job than joanne
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2 mos ago
Hello sir you dropped your inside thought
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I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.


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So earlier I had some urge to make a type of character based on two generic archetypes from some fantasy game I’ve never played.

In the past I’ve spent years writing story and lore for stuff so I thought “What if I just combined both”

I’m thinking of dropping a link to a very old half baked world I spent an unbelievable time making and we can work through it, make classes and characters, and form a storyline that we just work with as time goes on.

That sounds very hare-brained, but I’m like that.

I’m thinking stuff like zombies, dragons, not-so-attractive elves that are actually abominations, and abstract bad guys with no tangible presence among other things.

Hit me up if you want to grasp this wack mess I just spewed.

Edit : Very long page of old and probably retrospectively-bad writing

Okay so anyway
Here’s the general idea of this

“A decade or two ago, a large town got destroyed by a group of very, very angry and quite reclusive necromancers. This town was the closest thing to their home, which happened to be a few miles into the forest in this small cluster of huts and fireplaces, the place was effectively a giant camp the necromancer a were living in.

The zombie raising bastards sacked the town, which no one remembers anymore, and kidnapped a lot of people, mainly children. If the hostages weren’t killed or sacrificed to some god, they were indoctrinated from a young age into the ranks of the necromancers, taught how to raise the dead and such. It was rough, growing up in that camp. I never liked it there. The other kids just went along with it, until they branded us.

They stuck us with needles, gave us a bunch of weird swirly tattoos on our arms and just said something about how we could never leave if we wanted to, and that as long as they were alive, we were their dogs. It’s funny since they’re dead now.”

A single survivor of that time made it out, at least that’s what he thought. Another person survived and is trying to reform his old cult, with the intention of taking over the world with his army of the dead. The worst part of it all? The one child who survived it all is just letting life pass him by while he does little more than strum a lure and scare away bandits outside the inn he works at. It doesn’t help that he’s the only one who knows about this old mess, and just hopes it’s all a joke, after all, who’s gonna believe anything a necromancer says?


“Yea-yeah...I hear you...” She said, swallowing a bit of blood from the Spanish Kick of Death no Jutsu she recieved just then. She was going to try to pull the coat off to make things easier but by then she was already being helped. Lena silenced her breathing as best she could out of habit from a long while back, and clutched a knife in her other hand as she immediately locked her gaze into a window. She couldn’t see the mist just yet, but she could hear what sounded like monsters, and that window wasn’t entirely covered. Lena wasn’t quite aware of the rest of the people in the house, aside from the clanking of the knife -which she made herself, fun fact - falling out of that guy’s arm. She looked up at the woman who was helping her.

“They’re outside, aren’t they...” She whispered. She was just a little off out from getting kicked.
Those two posts with the black panther looking person and the Joel and Ellie looking people have thrown me off so someone just mention me when you interact with Lena
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Lena dropped to the ground but still tried to play it cool, holding her shoulder like it was on fire. “Tu vamando al hospital hombre” she said in the whitest way possible, no accented words or anything. Of course the whole ting was a joke since there weren’t any working hospitals around...anywhere. “ She then looked at the person who was right in front of her. “Maybe if that guy didn’t point a gun at me, he’d still have feeling in his arm.” She said bluntly. There was blood seeping into her coat, and there wasn’t a lot she could do in this situation, but she just looked Belen straight in the face, a lazy smile on her face. “Oh, is that little thing for me?” She was a dressing the pistol’s barrel, which she was staring down.

It was pretty clear she didn’t care in that trigger got pulled. “Go for it, I’ll just start making weapons in the next life instead of this one.”
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@Amethyst

Alice’s eyes locked on with the ones of the talking orange on the stage. He looked right at her, that was weird. She took note of that weird beeping sound that was off in the distance somewhere, frankly it sound like a bomb, but who’d bomb a place like this? Oh well. She twirled one of her earbuds through her fingers while that guy went on and on about himself and how great he was. Cool.

This was boring her, so Alice just kinda zoned out a bit and thought about her classes, some person named...Echo? And some other people she couldn’t recall. She only recalled that one’s name because it wasn’t exactly your average name.

“Get on with it.” She thought in her head.
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She didn’t put up some kind of friendly front to seem inviting. If this guy wanted to talk to her, he’d do it without some warm stuff thrown in.

“Yeah.” She said, Alice had snuck off to the outskirts of the crowd to be alone, but she was found anyway. She didn’t know this guy, but she just assumed he was trying to make a friend or something. She didn’t even move, just looked him in the face with the most seemingly uninterested look you could make.

“Yeah, this is my first day.”
“Yeah I’m just gonna pretend you didn’t just say that and-“ Lena put the big ass knife back in its sheath and - wouldn’t you know it - she wrestled a smaller one out of her pocket, more for throwing than slashing. “-Here, fucko, catch!” She turned around and straight up YEETED the throwing knife as hard as she could at the guy with the gun, and she didn’t do it blindly either, she put as much power into that swing as she could but also maybe half as much control. She was hoping she’d catch the new guy off guard or maybe even hit him.

“Sounds hot and all but I didn’t come here for a a fuckfest, even if that’s what this is turning into.” She said half joking.
“Ok...” Lena brought her hands up over her head, including her knife that she had in the “slasher murder” grip. She couldn’t win a gunfight, she brought knives.

“Uh yeah about that, I feel you, but I don’t really pack those, they’re pretty much useless to me.” She said to Meifeng in a dead tone. For a wanderer armed with more knives that that shotgun had shells being held at gunpoint, she didn’t seem very scared.

“I’m just tryna find somewhere to not get eaten by cloud monsters, chill.”
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