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7 yrs ago
Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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8 yrs ago
It does.
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8 yrs ago
PC and Tablet ded, send help
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I lived the land of no internet
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The climb up Wua-Sho has been a miserable one, of blood and sweat and ever thinner air. Animal attacks, starvation, freezing, exhaustion, all these dangers pale to the hardest obstacle you've yet faced in your journey; that of simple, mind numbing attrition. The mountain doing all it can to turn


Some people do this for fun. I feel like pretend doing it for fun is a universally better option ^.^
@ManoftheNorth Oh my god, it seemed somebody finally noticed there was an outline of a person crouching in the corner.

Xd. It took everyone look enough to notice Kasumi. And she almost got away with it as well if it weren't for that meddling Magi!


To be fair she's a barely visible outline that's not even in the line of sight of most people coupled with the holographic storyboard in front of them detailing that there's a whole nother chapter of history and facet of their world they knew nothing about until very recently along with dealing with the fact that the government is going to hunt them down and probably plans to use them as weapons of mass destruction.
Morgana Estrain


Morgana let out a shy smile and a little wave in return to Fenrir smiling at her. He was very big but he had nice eyes. Most everyone else ignored her to focus on Gavin, much to her relief. A few late arrivals came in and then- hm? Morgana turned to look better at the ripple she'd seen out of the corner of her eye. A gleam came into her green eyes and she opened her notebook, a pen somehow appearing in her hands and scribbling something with furious speed into the notebook. She blinked in surprise as though she'd just realized what had happened and looked at the book, oh, an invisibility spell. That could come in handy. Morgana then turned to the presentation that Gavin was starting. The cantrips he used subconsciously noted within her notebook as well. It was an interesting enough story. Idiots wanted too much power, magic got a timeout, and now it was coming back. The tablets were needed cause... Divine lawyers needed to rewrite them. Okay. Morgana frowned. So what was the real point of going after the tablets? There was no downside, no driving force. The tablets wouldn't help them escape the government, nor help anyone it seemed. So why bother. This troubled Morgana but she remained quiet. Surely someone else would come to the same realization. Somehow while Gavin had been speaking Morgana had slowly navigated around the room until she was standing behind Fenrir like he was some kind of shield, or another wall to hide next to. Unintentionally of course, Morgana seemed to find herself doing many things unintentionally of late. It was disconcerting.
I don't know if I plan on joining but I thought I'd offer some aesthetic advice. A little bit of formatting can turn the somewhat blocky wall of text you have into something far more readable. You could do more than this of course or ignore my advice altogether but a little formatting like this makes it much easier to read and relevant information much easier to find.

Relevant point because the amount of people we have, there is a limit on the amount of tags in one post, I believe its somewhere around 10, though because I don't have enough friends I haven't experimented with it enough to know exactly.
Home Of the Wisp



Luckily for Wisp 'observant' was not a word used to describe the Rockers and her presence was un-noticed. The fiery illusion however, was certainly noticed, and caused them all to collectively recoil from it. "It's Wisp!" called out goon #2 with a distinct undertone of fear. Goon #1 however seemed to be somewhat more excited about it. "Told ya she hangs out around here." He said triumphantly. Then he put his pickaxe down and... Knocked and the door politely. "Ahem, Mr or Mrs Wisp. The Rockers would like you to join our gang to-" he paused for a moment and furrowed his brow in concentration as though he was trying very hard to remember something. Then it seemed he remembered in a moment so obvious one could expect the light in his helmet to turn on for a brief moment and he continued. "To be the light at the end of our tunnel." He seemed very proud of that. Whether he was proud of remembering what someone had told him to say or proud of thinking of it was unknown but both were reasonable guesses. Regardless it was so lame it could barely be called cliché, but a recruitment offer was what it was.

The PRT Building



Zach felt the truck come to a stop and he was unloaded, carried into the PRT building as though he were on a stretcher. As he was carried in he might observe a scarred boy in a wheelchair clicking away on a laptop. Of course even if he said anything he'd be carried on further into the building and placed in a square glass box. The reason for this was clear as the foam was sprayed and melted off of him, draining into a grill in the floor. Zach was then escorted a cell-like room with a bed, sink, dark window, and thankfully enclosed toilet. He could resist of course but that would needlessly complicate things as there was no way he was getting out of here at this point in time.

He would be kept here for around an hour until the dark window suddenly brightened, revealing somebody in the PRT uniform standing there. The unknown man was about 5 feet and 8 inches tall, with a receding gray hairline, somewhat bushy mustache, and a stern face. "Zach Kozel. Known to some as Shielder. You've been doing vigilante work long enough to get something of a reputation. Today you're found fleeing a crime scene with several dead men, a police officer among them, a bloody crowbar in your wake." He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. His voice was gruff, draconian, and certainly no-nonsense. He continued speaking reciting in a monotone voice, " You have the right to remain silent; anything the you say can and may be used against you in a court of law; you have the right to have an attorney and you cannot afford the services of an attorney, to have one appointed." Before returning to his normal speech, "Keeping that in mind you want to explain to us what happened?"

Also The PRT Building



Overlook, if he bothered to look up from his screen might observe a tall thin boy with green eyes that were a darker contrast to his own, encased in yellow containment foam being carried past him. Of course even he said anything the guards would simply carry on. That was the only event of note for the next 45 minutes or so. A 20 something pretty, sharply dressed women, then walked up to him and said politely, "The Director will see you now, please follow me." Assumed he followed her he would be lead through a few corridors before finally entering what could hardly be called an office. It was not much more than a desk, a computer, and a few chairs. The Director sat at the only desk in question, his gaze immediately being on Overlook and the attendant as they entered. "Thank you Eva, I'll call you back in when we're finished." Eva nodded and left quietly, leaving Overlook alone with the Director, who gave him a stern once-over with his eyes. "Ruben Manhattan, you call yourself Overlook. Decoy tells me you're the source and owner of our little visitor." The Director paused momentoraily on that word, though his tone was civil enough one could sense he seemed might displeased at that. He also seemed like a person you didn't want to be displeased with you. "Decoy was also kind enough to arrange for a direct meeting with me. So Ruben, what can I do for you, and what can you do for me?"


A Shipping Warehouse


Retcon spoke up from around the corner just a few feet in front of the twins. "Nice, but we'd better hurry up if you want to make it out, these guys are everywhere." Once they got there Retcon would once again take off in a comical running motion that seemed to involve a lot of unnecessary arm flailing. In a few moments they burst out into a street homefre- nope, definitely not homefree. In fact they'd entered the street into just as no less than three police officers and a dog were about to enter the alley they'd come from. Retcon seemed prepared for this however and immediately charged the group. The dog immediately latched onto his leg and Retcon dove to the ground, though that didn't prevent him from receiving a taser. Despite this he managed to have enough momentum to crash into the feet of another officer, laughing manically the whole time. The last un-preoccupied officer took out a gun and fired at Gaia. Illegal? Probably, but they had bigger problems. Interpreting Retcon's actions or deciding to do their own thing, either way things were about to get messy.
@The Wild West@Kafka Komedy@yoshua171@BCTheEntity

Any of these more extroverted characters want to post in regards to our mission?
Wow I know I wear glasses but I actually forget I'm blind sometimes. Terribly sorry about that.

to be fair his behavior was very antagonistic so I just assumed he was a gm character but i'm still blind af
@KOgaming Also do you plan on making a post for Cooler? I think several people are in direct interaction with him so that'd help.
Monarchs V Kajius sounds fun to watch from a purely aesthetic perspective. Bunch of big broehemoths going at each other.
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