<Snipped quote by Gavin>
Shit, I was hoping all of my old writing would get wiped.
Lol nope, everything'll be stuck, publicly accessible, for forever!
I just try not to read my old stuff, that way I can still live with myself
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5 yrs ago
So I didn't get a chance to say it on here last night, but happy new year everyone!
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6 yrs ago
I'm seriously addicted to checking for notifications on here.
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6 yrs ago
I felt like I should post an update status, seeing as my last one was seven months ago. So here it is. Hi status bar.
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6 yrs ago
Currently reading Explorers of the Void while it's going slow. All of it. All 1260 posts of it.
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6 yrs ago
I'm back. (Only took 3 years)
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(Awesome Gible avatar made by Ridlins)
To-do List:
1. Write a bio
2. Celebrate for finally having written a bio
Hey, my name's Gavin. If you've seen the RP(s) I'm in, you'll know that I name most of my characters that, too. I'd like to say I do it to keep track of them easier or something, but it's really because I'm so bad at coming up with names that I just use my own. I tend to RP with a specific group of people, but if I find the time I'm not opposed to joining other RPs.
I got into roleplaying a while back from a stray Google search. It lead me to a website with a fanfiction written by multiple authors. (Don't judge me too harshly; that's really what I thought it was.) Eventually, I figured out what this "roleplay" concept was. It seemed like a fun idea, so I decided to track down the people who wrote what I had just read and join their current RP. Looking back on it, I'm amazed that my app was (eventually) accepted. I'm not exaggerating when I say that my roleplay/writing skills were absolutely horrible - I was lucky to be able to write a couple sentences per post. If any of you are reading this: thanks for putting up with it back then.
After that RP and its prequel ended, the group I was with moved to this website. I joined (or tried to join) a few of their RPs, but I kept losing interest along the way. There were times where I would get an idea and decide to work on an app, but those never lasted long enough for me to get back into RPing. I stopped making apps, and started checking in on people from time to time because I wanted to keep in contact with them. I eventually realized that it was kind of rude to keep posting on an RP I wasn't in, so I decided not to keep doing that. I checked back here less and less, until I eventually forgot about it.
Until earlier this year last year. A while ago, I remembered the old RPs I had been in and decided to write one of them into a book for myself. I pulled up the old website and started stitching the posts together in my own words into a continuous story, structured more like a book than an RP. I got about a hundred posts in, and that's when I realized that I wanted to RP again. I could tell it was different now; this time I wouldn't get bored halfway through making an app and give up. So, now I'm back. And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, so you're all stuck with me.
To-do List:
1. Write a bio
2. Celebrate for finally having written a bio
Hey, my name's Gavin. If you've seen the RP(s) I'm in, you'll know that I name most of my characters that, too. I'd like to say I do it to keep track of them easier or something, but it's really because I'm so bad at coming up with names that I just use my own. I tend to RP with a specific group of people, but if I find the time I'm not opposed to joining other RPs.
I got into roleplaying a while back from a stray Google search. It lead me to a website with a fanfiction written by multiple authors. (Don't judge me too harshly; that's really what I thought it was.) Eventually, I figured out what this "roleplay" concept was. It seemed like a fun idea, so I decided to track down the people who wrote what I had just read and join their current RP. Looking back on it, I'm amazed that my app was (eventually) accepted. I'm not exaggerating when I say that my roleplay/writing skills were absolutely horrible - I was lucky to be able to write a couple sentences per post. If any of you are reading this: thanks for putting up with it back then.
After that RP and its prequel ended, the group I was with moved to this website. I joined (or tried to join) a few of their RPs, but I kept losing interest along the way. There were times where I would get an idea and decide to work on an app, but those never lasted long enough for me to get back into RPing. I stopped making apps, and started checking in on people from time to time because I wanted to keep in contact with them. I eventually realized that it was kind of rude to keep posting on an RP I wasn't in, so I decided not to keep doing that. I checked back here less and less, until I eventually forgot about it.
Until earlier this year last year. A while ago, I remembered the old RPs I had been in and decided to write one of them into a book for myself. I pulled up the old website and started stitching the posts together in my own words into a continuous story, structured more like a book than an RP. I got about a hundred posts in, and that's when I realized that I wanted to RP again. I could tell it was different now; this time I wouldn't get bored halfway through making an app and give up. So, now I'm back. And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, so you're all stuck with me.
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Lol nope, everything'll be stuck, publicly accessible, for forever!
I just try not to read my old stuff, that way I can still live with myself
Yep, I'll try and have it done by tonight
PSA: The end times are here! Minecraft Forums is closing. On June 16th, the forums will be frozen in time and archived. So no more logging in, everything will just be viewable from a logged out perspective and nothing new will be created for the rest of eternity.
So! If you still have access to your MCF account (mine was killed in The Great Twitch Merge of 2017, RIP) and you need pms or anything from it, evacuate now. The public posts should still be available in archived form. (Unless you're from Europe maybe. GDPR + The Great Fandom Merge of 2019 = 1/3 of MCF posts deleted.)
End of PSA.
(Thought this heads up was relevant here because the previous PMD rps and accounts were there.)
So! If you still have access to your MCF account (mine was killed in The Great Twitch Merge of 2017, RIP) and you need pms or anything from it, evacuate now. The public posts should still be available in archived form. (Unless you're from Europe maybe. GDPR + The Great Fandom Merge of 2019 = 1/3 of MCF posts deleted.)
End of PSA.
(Thought this heads up was relevant here because the previous PMD rps and accounts were there.)
Shaula
If they could only get to the drill fast enough, all they had to do was drive it away and ram it at the wall. Unless it needed a key. Do mole-aliens even use keys? Before she could figure out an answer to that question, however, they had made it to the wall, and Trevor was already fighting the guard. He had launched himself at the golem, spinning and breathing fire in an impressive imitation of the drill as his attack went straight through it. Celina cushioned his fall. If he could manage to do that again, they might not need to steal the drill. Shaula noticed Mia and Jason preparing to fight and realized she should figure out something fast.
She took an Orgone emitter from her backpack and threw it at the golem. It bounced off harmlessly. The golem looked over and, notably, did not double over from pain as the Orgone energy surged through its body. "Course. Orgone doesn't actually affect any of these aliens. Why would it be that easy?" she said. Shaula raised her arms toward the golem. "Fine, then. I can do this. It worked last time." Water blasted from her palms and knocked her backwards. Regaining her balance and planting her feet more firmly in the ground this time, she shot water at it again.
Shuala
Shaula looked at the wall that blocked their way. It was made of solid steel and was much taller than any she had seen before. Standing in front of it was a creature made of rock, guarding the cave from any intruders stupid enough to enter. Celina whispered something to Trevor - hopefully an idea.
"I don't think he'll just let us through, huh?" Mia said.
"Doesn't look like it," Shaula replied. Jason suggested drawing a door with magic, and Mia wanted to ask the thief for help. The first was too ridiculous of an idea to even consider (though Shaula had to admit, it would not have been the strangest thing she's seen today), and the second seemed to be ruled out the moment the thief scurried away. Meanwhile the mole-aliens were all too terrified of the ghost to help. Figures. The New World Order turns everyone into monsters, and what do these aliens want to do? Gawk at a drill. In Shaula's not-so-humble opinion, it wasn't even that great of a drill. But then an idea struck her. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't dream of stealing from people like this. However, desperate times call for desperate measures, and despite what Trevor said, she wasn't sure these aliens really counted as "people," anyway. They'd get over a missing drill.
"The aliens're all obsessing over some big drill, right? Let's just take that, drill down the wall, and then all we have to do is get back that relic or whatever and we're home free," Shaula said. If they had any sense, they would agree. The showcase didn't look like it had started yet, so they would need to act fast if they were going forward with this plan.
I'm voting to kill it with fire
It works in Pokemon at least
It works in Pokemon at least
Just as Gavin had gone to push the door open, a Swampert reached out and yanked him inside. One by one, the Swampert opened the door, yanked someone inside, and slammed it again until Gavin, Magma, Gren, and the war-painted Aron stood side by side in the guildmaster's room, smooth jazz playing from a record player in the corner. The guildmaster stood before them adjusting his bowtie, a pair of upside-down 3D glasses perched on his face. He spoke in an energetic, carefully-controlled chaos of words while waving a very strange machine in their faces. The guildmaster referred to Gavin as Spruce and asked if he remembered turning into a bird. He couldn't say that he did.
Gavin had half a mind to snatch his stick back when the guildmaster took it, but he was too intimidated to do so. A moment later, however, the stick wedged itself back into his bag - but only after being thrown across the room and ricocheting off the record player. The guildmaster introduced himself as Breen Torrents, a music enthusiast, comic book collecting, dragon-loving Swampert who was sometimes known as the Oncoming Storm. "I'm your guildmaster! You’re my new VERY important, wicked special team. Do as I tell you. Don't ask stupid questions. Any questions?"
Magma and Gren practically jumped at the idea of joining the guild. The war-painted Aron was furious at being called "edgy". And Gavin, he was wondering how he had gotten himself into this mess. He had come to Treasure Town to buy food food, and that was it. There had been no plans on getting his bag stolen, no plans on meeting these people, and certainly no plans on spontaneously joining a guild.
"Actually," he said, glancing at the others, "I'm not... you know... joining the guild. I was just returning this. The Magmemite left it behind." He gave the guildmaster Hudson's oversized bag. Inside it were several stolen bags, themselves full of various items, maps, and trinkets collected over the years by explorers. The door behind him opened. A Cutiefly peeked inside and asked if this was the right place to join the guild. In the distance, Gavin heard an an indignant squawk and a horribly off-key song about spinning.
Gavin had half a mind to snatch his stick back when the guildmaster took it, but he was too intimidated to do so. A moment later, however, the stick wedged itself back into his bag - but only after being thrown across the room and ricocheting off the record player. The guildmaster introduced himself as Breen Torrents, a music enthusiast, comic book collecting, dragon-loving Swampert who was sometimes known as the Oncoming Storm. "I'm your guildmaster! You’re my new VERY important, wicked special team. Do as I tell you. Don't ask stupid questions. Any questions?"
Magma and Gren practically jumped at the idea of joining the guild. The war-painted Aron was furious at being called "edgy". And Gavin, he was wondering how he had gotten himself into this mess. He had come to Treasure Town to buy food food, and that was it. There had been no plans on getting his bag stolen, no plans on meeting these people, and certainly no plans on spontaneously joining a guild.
"Actually," he said, glancing at the others, "I'm not... you know... joining the guild. I was just returning this. The Magmemite left it behind." He gave the guildmaster Hudson's oversized bag. Inside it were several stolen bags, themselves full of various items, maps, and trinkets collected over the years by explorers. The door behind him opened. A Cutiefly peeked inside and asked if this was the right place to join the guild. In the distance, Gavin heard an an indignant squawk and a horribly off-key song about spinning.
I've got it like half written in a pm to myself right now. I just have to finish it up, so I'll post it tonight.
Yeah, I'm a bit busy right now, but I'll try and set aside time to write a post over the next few days.
Shaula
"Oh, of course Australia's made up," Shaula muttered, when Jason had accused her of thinking Australia wasn't real and the moon landing was faked. Why he put her in the same group as those people, she wasn't about to ask - she had participated in enough online discussions to realize that people don't want to listen to your answers: they just want to be right. And as much as she wanted to explain who had turned them into these creatures, it was clear they weren't ready for the truth just yet. "I have bigger things to deal with right now than arguing with you. Same goes to you two," she added, noticing Celina and Mia's exasperated sighs. Usually, it wasn't until she started explaining about the New World Order that people started thinking she was insane. This might have been a new record.
Aerin suggested staying here in Copper City, where it was safe, but Trevor disagreed; at least he understood that they had to find a way back. Shaula followed as he lead the group in search of the thieves, periodically checking the Orgone emitters in her backpack and keeping an eye on the mole people, who, reassuringly, did not seem to be affected by Orgone. They soon came to a lamppost with two hooded figures standing at its base. Shaula couldn't tell whether they were talking to one another or waiting for something, but whatever they were doing was interrupted when Trevor ran over and pinned one of then against a building. Whatever these thieves took must have meant a lot to him.
However, it was soon revealed that the thieves hadn't stolen from Trevor, but from someone else. They had taken an artifact shaped like a golden dragon, which itself had then been stolen from them near a cliff here by (they claimed) the ghost of a yellow dragon. She didn't see what was so important about this artifact, but then it dawned on her: the thieves must have used it to open the portal. If they wanted to get back to Earth, the artifact was their only option. "Now don't you worry, I have a plan for that," Shaula said to Celina, who was worried about the alleged ghost's mind-control powers. If Orgone could work against a global network of E.L.F. towers, then it should have no trouble protecting them from a single ghost.
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