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Look who's back bitches!
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8 yrs ago
We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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8 yrs ago
You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:
HASTA LA VISTA BABY!
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Welcome Aboard the ISS Condor!
Wether you are a new recruit or an old hand when it comes to intergalactic exploration, you have heard of the glorious ISS Condor, the most prestigious spaceship in the entire Imperial Order of Space Exploration (or the IOSE). Sure you have heard the many stories have been told about great captains finding new galaxies and overthrowing alien tyrants. You must be extremely skilled to work on it. You see, this is not a regular imperial vessel. The Condor is a community of the very best in the business bonding together to bring greatness to the galaxy. Dismissed!
So, of you can't tell this, my strange brain child, is a sci-fi slice of life. Which is weird, right? Fundamentally, we all play characters who work aboard the spaceship ISS Condor. This is set roughly 100 years in the future. So there will be some sci-fi action, some elements of regular life, something for everyone (I hope...)
So, who's interested?
Friedrich Vogel
"Indeed, it's a pleasure." Fritz remarked quietly, shaking Stride's hand with a firm grip. As a journalist he had developed a pretty firm grip, what with all the people he had to shake hands with to try and make a good first impression. Sometimes he just didn't want to be interviewing someone and he would squeeze their hand extra hard, a sign of contempt. There was actually a rumour going around that Fritz became the success he was not because of his writing, but because he broke the hand of the editor and threatened to tell everyone what happened, unless he got rapid promotions.
And as the author, I would like to confirm that Friedrich Vogel, otherwise known as Fritz, has never engaged in blackmail. In this century. That he can recall.
Fritz was starting to question the entire situation. He didn't get how they were supposed to be a perfect match. She was nothing like his last girl, who was the perfect little angel that featured in a thousand poems. This woman seemed to be more surly and course. Maybe opposites do attract, as the saying goes. It seemed this wouldn't be the perfect romance featured in so many bohemian novels, but more of a bad side-plot in a blockbuster action thriller.
Allowing his mind to return to the conversation at hand, he nodded politely as she offered him a chip. "Hmm, don't mind if I do." He took one, cautiously popping it in his mouth. It was surprisingly nice. "Oh, Jesus, that's good." He took another chip, deciding to limit himself to just that last one.
He noted how awkward Stride seemed in this situation, it was clearly her first time with a soulmate. She seemed human, so that was understandable, but the scales around her mouth suggested otherwise. "So, I take it this is your first time with this love business. My second. I had a soulmate back in '53, I think. But, well, she isn't around anymore. Not something I want to go into." He paused for dramatic effect. "But no, I've seen a lot. I've been around for ages. Like, almost 200 years. I'm what you might call hell-borne." He gave a mirthless chuckle at the phrase 'hell-borne'. He was pretty sure people had stopped saying that, but that was the best way to describe him.
@EchoicChamber
Geez, guys, we have all sorts of romances here. An immortal and a fairy being cute in a cafe, a shapeshifter and a necromancer flirting in an apartment, an elf delivering flowers to her vampire soulmate, and an angsty gorgon and demon beating people up in a bar.
We have just reached diversity. Bravo, my friends.
We have just reached diversity. Bravo, my friends.
Friedrich Vogel
"I'll have another whiskey, buddy. No screw that. Bourbon, top shelf. I'm in the mood something more fancy."
The bartender grunted softly. Just looking a him, Fritz could tell what he was thinking. Something along the lines of "Oh look, another fancy fella from uptown trying to flaunt his money." Fritz gave a knowing glare back at him, daring him to say anything. It was like a telepathic middle finger. The bartender shrugged his shoulders, a sign of nonchalance. Fritz squared off his shoulders, throwing his head back, devouring his drink. "Another."
He reached out his hand expectantly as another drink came sliding towards him. He noticed a sudden burning in his wrist. Ignoring his bourbon, he looked down at his wrist. At first he was confused, but suddenly, his confusion turned to glee. His soulmate was near. Cautiously sipping his drink, he stared at the bartender. He didn't look like a Phoebe Alice Stride. The he heard a voice "One basket of BBQ chips and two glasses of whiskey. One for that guy over there." So this must be her.
As the burning in his wrist increased he silently sipped his drink. She wasn't what he was expecting. Maybe it was the gas mask. She seemed cool, though. Like 'badass-cool' not 'rock'n'roll-cool'. He was just a little bit intimidated. Deciding to try and make conversation, he turned to her and said "I take that scuffle wasn't your first rodeo, huh. Good show, indeed. I take it that you're Fräulein Stride?" He held out his hand, appearing to be more of a buinessman than a lover.
"I'm Freidrich Vogel. I take it I'm the man on your wrist."
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It's like 4:00 in the afternoon here, but night.
It's like 4:00 in the afternoon here, but night.
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