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7 days ago
Current Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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9 days ago
Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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10 days ago
I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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27 days ago
I like that the Amish gives their kids a chance to decide if they want to stay in their parent's religion.
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2 mos ago
"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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Qaymu


Bldg 1, First Floor stairwell landing > Courtyard

Qaymu watched as first as the other Max and Iris left, then as Theria helped Velvet up the stairs to her room. In the vampire's weakened state, he doubted she'd survive his blood even if the thirst drove her to penetrate his thick skin, so he didn't offer to follow.

He reaches into his trench coat and pulls out his moleskine notebook and quickly found the resident list. "Suzy" he reads put loud, translating the odd script. The language was ancient, even when he was a youngster, so if the notebook got dropped or stolen, it was unlikely anyone could read it.

"I beg your pardon," he says, glancing around, not sure if the ghost was there or not.

Qaymu's body began flickering as his human disguised reasserted itself, turning, he went down the stairs and walked out through the door for the central courtyard where Eilidh was running laps, Alphonse was taking a stroll, and he could see the other Max and Iris having a conversation.

Nodding pleasantly to them, he made it over to building 2, then started climbing up the stairs, his right hand hovering over his trench coat pocket.

After closing the door, he picked up his cat as he made his way over to the display, a giant shadow box of various objects he'd collected over the years. He gave the display a nod, then with one last stroke of the cat's fur, he put her down and fished out the handkerchief from his pocket. His fingers made quick work of the knot, and he carefully placed Max's ring in a blank spot, making sure to hold it with his fabric-covered fingers.

"Now, let's see if we were successful," he murmurs, touching the signet ring with his bare skin.

"Hey!" Max said, still running his hand over the stubble left on his head by the boot camp barber, pointing at Qaymu's mustache with the other. "How come dey didn't cut dat off?"

Qaymu shrugged and grinned. "I don't think they noticed it."


Yes, the memories had been caught, perhaps even a bit of Max's soul with it.

"My friends," he spoke, nodding to the wall and the collected memories, "Rest well and never feel as if you will go forgotten. Not on my watch."
Honestly, I'm surprised I'm the only werewolf so far and Velvet is the only vampire. I was expecting for there to be quite a few of those running around and yet, we're the only ones! It's really neat seeing everyone's choices of 'monster', or human in this monster world, thus far


Well, I did consider a crusnik, a witch, and a demon-angel hybrid.

Out of curiosity, just how hard is it for someone to force their way into a tenant's apartment?
<Snipped quote by Kuro>

Human/Shoggoth symbiosis. I have a very extensively written character I've used elsewhere for a lot of stories with that dynamic.


My problem is I keep thinking up more characters.

there's no reason why you can't go with your idea. We've got two dragons, after all.
@Lemons
If he's part-slime, that wouldn't be an issue really. They can just produce more slime. But his CS doesn't say he's part slime, soooooooooo.... Magic?

@CitrusArms
Oh yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah.... Man, that show was so bad. xD
Not as bad as Birdman though. I loved that show as a kid. :P

EDIT:

Oh yikes, I found it... ANd it's even WORSE than I remember. XD



Sorry, I only know him from this series.

<Snipped quote by CitrusArms>

I didn't know that one, but probably yes.

On another note, does anyone know of any free image hosting websites? Seems that my character image link doesn't work anymore.


Why not create an avatar board on Pinterest? You can then copy your image link from there.
It rhymed with Suzy. Or perhaps it was deliberate and he wants to be haunted. Ghosts are very hard to pin down.

Haunted forever.

@Expendable I love the idea of Qaymu having met Velvet somewhere in the past during her edgelord phase. When did he go to sleep? Since if he woke up a century back, she'd be down by then.


@Lemons Was she in London around the 1860's? I left a few vague details, so he might have gotten turned around and wound up at some undeveloped area that later became part of the municipality.
I wonder if there might be various secret organizations and groups - those who hunt what goes bump in the night. As well as those monsters wanting to protect their own existence, wanting to strike back?
Qaymu


Bldg 1, Ground floor stairwell > First Floor stairwell landing


Velvet bothered him - not that she was a vampire, he'd ran into many, before. There were VC vampires in Vietnam, newly turned, who tried to drink his blood when the patrol stopped at an abandoned village. It was like watching fireflies as they burned away, not even leaving ash. The idiot butter bars filed a report, which HQ rejected, telling him to stop smoking Mary Jane. Just to be sure, he erased the patrol's memories of it - even Max's. You never knew if a hunter would wind up reading the report and come looking.

She, despite appearances, was more than old enough to survive drinking his blood - but who knew what affect that might have on her? But really, it was she looked so damned... familiar. Had he seen her before? Where? When? Could it have been more than once?

Was it the World's Fair? Maybe the Smithsonian museum? Or was it during one of the wars he fought in? Perhaps one he'd smuggled out, just another station in the monster underground railroad, moving the dispossessed of the war to where they'd be safe.

Movement made Qaymu shift his head to the window, where he saw letters drawing themselves on the fogged glass.

"Huh," he said, nonplussed, then points towards it. "So who's doing that again? Floozie?"


Actually I have to wonder just how the snakes get rid of their waste?
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