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3 yrs ago
[at my second rodeo] This ain't my first rodeo.
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3 yrs ago
once you learn you can call your dad by his first name he loses all power and you can freely kill him
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4 yrs ago
they should change the name of the 'most recent visitors' thing on ur profile to 'perverts'
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7 yrs ago
If your grave doesn't say "Rest in peace" on it you are automatically drafted into the skeleton wars
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BORN TO DIE / WORLD IS A FUCK / 鬼神 Kill Em All 1989 / I am dragMan / 410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS

NOTHING FROM NOWHERE I'M NO ONE AT ALL

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Dude your character doesn't follow the rules lmao. There's a difference between being flexible and just taking it up the ass.

And seeing your earlier characters I know you wanna play a Space Marine because they are genetically engineered badass dudes within 40K's canon and other characters I've seen you make have been ridiculously op


James hated cabs.

They were convenient sure but New York cabbies were generally mistrusting and rude,James couldn't smoke in one and typically by the time he got back into Taletown everyone heard the "big news". Tales, by their nature, are a curious and often superstitious lot, most of them like to keep an ear to the ground to find out what's happening in the city. Ironically these days it seemed when the Crier was quiet and didn't ring any bells then he had everybody's attention. Even still, that wasn't the real reason James hated cabs.

He just didn't like seeing the city pass by.

The tall gray buildings and out of place colourful storefronts mixed with poverty stricken neighborhoods and shady characters really drove home the fact that James was one man and couldn't seem to make any difference. He'd been dealing with Gingie and his gang for almost a year now, they were doing illegal acts as is but humans among their ranks was almost akin to terrorism to hear the council tell it, yet they seemed quite content to look down from The Homelands and let it fester. So many people in Taletown wanted power, but none of them seemed to realize that when the inevitable spark came to light the fuse, everyone burns, the only person left gets to rule over a pile of ashes.

James began focusing on the store names as the car drew closer to Red's. He knew she hadn't done it, Red was smart but she narcissistic, she loved playing mind games. She'd leave something there to jab her thumb (metaphorically though she'd probably love to do it literally) into the eye of The Crier, she was well regarded and well respected in the community "What're you gonna do about it?" he could hear her saying.

But the victim was beyond recognition, at least to someone not attuned to looking at the finer details. The victim carried damage that fit the M.O's of several Tales at once, share the glory? That wasn't in Red's playbook. But Red, like everyone else, kept her ear to the ground. All Crier needed was to put her head clean through it until she gave him a lead to go off of. The killer was undoubtedly insane but they knew what they were doing.

'Someone knows..." James thought to himself as he continued mentally reading the store names.

'Hardware Town, Cavanaugh's Bar, Boogie-.." James frowned.

"you mind stopping here pal?" He asked, to which the driver wordlessly pulled over and held out his hand for payment. James flung a twenty onto his palm and left, walking directly across the road to the coffee shop.

Terror. She was as bad as Red, save for the fact that Terror had major delusions of grandeur as opposed to Red who just committed evil acts for the sake of it. James was pragmatic though, occasionally he'd pay for information from the condescending blonde but he suspected she figured she had more of a hold over him than she actually did. They weren't friends and Crier was a little bit more suspicious of her involvement of this, he wasn't looking to prosecute yet, especially not this early. But if Red kept her ear to the ground, Terror practically was the ground.

The Crier pulled out a cigarette from the pack in his coat pocket and lit one up as he entered, ignoring the "No Smoking" sign placed on the front window.

"Miss Sinclair." James said with the same enthusiasm he usually reserves for car crashes.

"I'd like for you and I to have a little talk."
Bleh, Carny life is killing me slowly. The froyo trailer smells like strawberry and maple flavouring still even after I spent half a day cleaning up the mess that happened.

How's everyone else doing?


I thought I was gettin gud at Tekken 7 with Hwoarang and some dude playing Akuma comes in and wrecked my shit. Life comes at you fast man
Why must I be hurt in this way
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I hate to bitch after you were a real trooper and wrote up a post after we were chatting about action games all night but there's an error or two lol.

also @Rivaan, it's your turn to post.


Bleergh my bad, I'll try change it now but I'm on my phone so it may not let me save changes (it's odd with what it can handle) if that's the case I'll edit when I get back to the homestead


Cain wasn't much for religion, actually he wasn't really much for anything, but even he spared a glance over at the golden warrior... Calieo. Cain couldn't exactly give a disbelieving look, or even really raise an eyebrow all that much but internally his curiosity, and suspicion of the arrogant woman grew even more. The hooded lady, now identified as "Rebecca" turned to shoot the rest of the group a disbelieving look of her own, Cain quickly looked back ahead, he doubted she would care but he'd rather maintain ignorance and gather some deal of information his new "partners" before throwing any of his thoughts into the open.

Eventually the group had reached a small farming village, Cain had been here a few times, given its fairly close proximity to Falke it was a good... Meeting spot for any clients Cain went to deal with. That said he hadn't been back for a little while, the last time he "ate" here was when he'd stolen stale bread from the inn and ate atop the church bell tower.

"Explanatory. This is Smaragd Valley, been here a few times. Simple folk typically, should not be an issue if not much attention is drawn to our group..."

Cain paused and looked everyone over for a moment.

"Sarcastic. Which should not be an issue, I am sure."

He looked over at Rebecca "Unsure. There is an Inn.... The Flowing Flagon if memory is correct. Unsure on taste but would not recommend, Inn food terribly easy to poison. Query, perhaps some stalls may yet be open?" The masked man knew these lands fairly well, whilst none of them trusted him to begin with he was quite sure by now they'd clued in to the fact that he was not exactly your average sellsword, that said he maintained to himself that he would only divulge potentially helpful details of the land and from his experience, but never about himself or his work. Even then Cain was not subtle, in speech anyway, better to give them some kind of impression to sate potential curiosity.
"whenever Drag is not on screen, all the other characters have to ask "Where's Drag?"

I'll get something up today, encountered a problem with my ps4 controller which has it work on the ps menu but not on games which is lovely so I'm juggling this and that rn
You know for sure I'm with you my guy
Here's my Gingerbread Man character sheet. Hope it's okay.



Reading his alias won me over. I like the character, especially his true form. One thing I would ask (same goes for Swan) is giving some kind of pic base so we can get an idea on what their human form looks like (True forms are a bit more niche so there's no pressure there though)

Just gotta let Cross look over it and I have reason to assume Gingerbread Man is accepted
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Yes I think that might work out well. What do you think Drag?


I was thinking of responding to Lexi and have Crier stop off at Boogie's on his way to Red's, that way I'm not interrupting any interaction
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