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Other than that Squee is fine, just use the new template for your character.
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War...War never changes.
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5 mos ago
Hey 16 is the most fantasy, final fantasy has been in years rather than steampunk. It's called final fantasy not steampunk fantasy.
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5 mos ago
We can all agree that 12 sucked ass. Vaan is a stupid protagonist that I wanted so badly to die.
5 mos ago
The best final fantasy is 6 and I will die on that hill. I will die on that hill gladly and happily.
5 mos ago
Fuck you I'll drink gasoline instead.
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Most Recent Posts
... Can Squee keep his Worg as a companion or familiar?
Hmmm, Worg's are intelligent creatures so I'm hesitant to say yes. I think not, it would be a mount therefore an advantage to travel distances further than the others.
Hm, hopefully this generates a little more interest.
@BenG85 I see dice in title, I am summoned.
Potemking was online 4 days ago. Anyone else notice or do I have too much time on my hands.
@FrogRFlowR I was about to go 'what about Sam?' then I remembered Tomi said she'd eat Sam & Skarsneek.
Posts done @Kiragan_Natsuki
@Citrus No need to apologize
@Citrus In a hider too please
The only sound that permeated the dark alleyway was the sound of police sirens bouncing off the closely distanced walls of the dingy apartment buildings and the patter of rain against the cracked and faded pavement, the footfall of Sanguis' boots muted in the din of noise around him.
The glow of his blood red eyes pierced the inky darkness of the alley, adjusting their optical filters for the lack of light. Briefly they flashed as both red pinpoints darted here and there, ensuring he was alone Sanguis shoved a hand into the pocket of his overcoat pulling out an old burner phone that he flipped open and dialed.
It rang once, twice then a click followed the third dial tone "The songbird no longer sings," beneath the mask his voice was a low rasp, hints of an accent in it's lilt too faint to discern in the torrent rain filling the alley with it's near monotonous beat against the metal rooftops of the slums "You know how to find me, this time no tricks." with a snap the old phone clasped shut, then like dropping a piece of trash on the ground Sanguis let it fall to the ground before him.
It was easily replaceable, even better it made finding his location impossible to pinpoint exactly thus as he walked forward Sanguis drove the heel of his boot into the phone destroying it with a twist of his leg. Sanguis wasn't sloppy, he wasn't an amateur murderer but a trained killer an artist of his craft. In a matter of seconds the assassin found the handle of his motor vehicle, a red Nazaré motorbike that hummed to life as it's rider hopped onto the slick leather seat and with a twist of the bikes handles he disappeared into the night.
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