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We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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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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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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Hello humans! This is just a short interest check. I just had a little idea that I'd like to try out with someone: I'd like to do a modern day Bonnie and Clyde type pairing. I'd be willing to discuss all idea with any prospective partners, so if you've had an idea like this recently, or think this just sounds fun, PM me!
And now, just for formalities sake, rules!
Thanks for hearing my idea out!
And now, just for formalities sake, rules!
- I'm fine with swearing, violence and gore, but please, if any smut arises, please fade-to-black.
- I would be playing the guy in this. Just so you know.
- This is where I usually play more dominant characters, but that's negotiable.
- I don't mind doubling.
- I love to talk to people, so please talk to me in OOC!
- I'm a mid-casual writer, so please have decent spelling and grammar, and be able to write at least three paragraphs.
- If you have read all the rules, thanks a bunch! Just to make sure I know, when you PM me (I know you will!) tell me your favourite book.
Thanks for hearing my idea out!
No, no that's fine! You've been crazy nice to me, so if you aren't feeling it, its not problem!
@El Taco Taco Hey! Just checking up on you to see if you're ok. I get concerned easily, yo.
"Have fun, dear." Evander murmured, his voice sounding slightly weak from the pain. He wasn't prepared to lie on the ground, waiting for his saviour like some child. He wasn't a child, he was a vigilante. He had brought dark wizards to justice once before, he would do it again. He'd already managed to unearth part of a major conspiracy. He would be a hero, and this little girl wouldn't stop him.
Fumbling for his wand, he pressed the tip to his wound, a temporary healing charm escaping him. He smiled, evidently relieved, as the wound closed leaving a small scar. That would come back to bite him later, but until then he didn't care. Shakily rising to his feet, he brushed the dirt off his cloak.
He needed to get out of this chamber, Victoire could go to help for all he cared. So, deciding he wouldn't be able to open the portculis, he dived into the small stream at the back of the chamber. The world looked different underwater, more fluid. The stream didn't last long. He was able to swim for a minute before encountering a peculiar stone wall. He recognized the runes from one of the pathways leading into the main chamber. He twisted a jewel in the middle, before the wall retracted into the floor, the water in the stream draining.
He gasped for oxygen, having been deprived of it a second time that day. There was a stairway, one he didn't recognise. As he claimed it, he heard strange noises. Chanting in a language he couldn't understand. Like Latin but far older. He entered a chamber to find a slew of dead bodies on the floor, a man cowering in the corner, and a figure in a red cloak standing above it all, in some deep trance. Then the bodies started to rise.
A Necromancer. He would have yelled in triumph if it weren't for the severity of the situation. Instead, he crept forwards, the cloaked figure and the undead with their backs turned. The cowering man suddenly looked up, noticing Evander in the corner. He mouthed a plea for help. At this point, the cloaked figure turned, their incantations getting louder. The undead figures ran at him as best they could. "Thanks, mate." Growled Evander, spells forming in his brain, flying out his wand. The undead were easier to fight than he thought. With a well aimed spell hitting the shoulder of the cloaked figure, their concentration was broken. The zombies fell immediately.
"Run, man!" Yelled Evander, making a break for the nearest exit. The cowering man was not so fast, the cloaked figure had snared him with a killing curse. Evander turned to face the cloaked figure, raising his middle fingers before turning around and bolting down a corridor. Starting into some strange wall? No, it wasn't a wall, it was Victoire. "You'll never guess how glad I am to see you. I'd exp!ain buy we need to run. Right now."
He didn't allow her to say another word before he continued to run.
Fumbling for his wand, he pressed the tip to his wound, a temporary healing charm escaping him. He smiled, evidently relieved, as the wound closed leaving a small scar. That would come back to bite him later, but until then he didn't care. Shakily rising to his feet, he brushed the dirt off his cloak.
He needed to get out of this chamber, Victoire could go to help for all he cared. So, deciding he wouldn't be able to open the portculis, he dived into the small stream at the back of the chamber. The world looked different underwater, more fluid. The stream didn't last long. He was able to swim for a minute before encountering a peculiar stone wall. He recognized the runes from one of the pathways leading into the main chamber. He twisted a jewel in the middle, before the wall retracted into the floor, the water in the stream draining.
He gasped for oxygen, having been deprived of it a second time that day. There was a stairway, one he didn't recognise. As he claimed it, he heard strange noises. Chanting in a language he couldn't understand. Like Latin but far older. He entered a chamber to find a slew of dead bodies on the floor, a man cowering in the corner, and a figure in a red cloak standing above it all, in some deep trance. Then the bodies started to rise.
A Necromancer. He would have yelled in triumph if it weren't for the severity of the situation. Instead, he crept forwards, the cloaked figure and the undead with their backs turned. The cowering man suddenly looked up, noticing Evander in the corner. He mouthed a plea for help. At this point, the cloaked figure turned, their incantations getting louder. The undead figures ran at him as best they could. "Thanks, mate." Growled Evander, spells forming in his brain, flying out his wand. The undead were easier to fight than he thought. With a well aimed spell hitting the shoulder of the cloaked figure, their concentration was broken. The zombies fell immediately.
"Run, man!" Yelled Evander, making a break for the nearest exit. The cowering man was not so fast, the cloaked figure had snared him with a killing curse. Evander turned to face the cloaked figure, raising his middle fingers before turning around and bolting down a corridor. Starting into some strange wall? No, it wasn't a wall, it was Victoire. "You'll never guess how glad I am to see you. I'd exp!ain buy we need to run. Right now."
He didn't allow her to say another word before he continued to run.
Dude, I'm currently getting used to a new laptop, managing my awful personal life and trying to convince a new friend of mine that Batfleck isn't as good as Christian Bale. I'm a mess too! ^_^
Unfortunately, I'm not still in this. That is, I would be but I kind of lost interest. Really sorry, mate.
@KahleenCuthald Dude, I think this died a while ago. Easy come, easy go as they say. It sucks but it's true.
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