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    1. GreatSalmon 13 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current These are a hectic couple of weeks we're in... If anyone's having a bad time lately, I want you to know that everything is going to be okay, even if it doesn't feel like it!!
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8 yrs ago
Finals Destination
8 yrs ago
We are going through a blizzard in the middle of April. It's been God's ultimate Apri Fools joke since the beginning of the month, he just doesn't know when to end the joke.
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9 yrs ago
I'm ready for a great year!
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9 yrs ago
Finals Destination

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"Me trying to get through Finals."

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Welcome to the great town of Hokori, a wonderful, newly established patch of heaven! We have invited many unique individuals to start their new lives in a literal utopia, to fabricate a personal standard of how I life should be spent. Our community is one of a kind~



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Rules:

Standard roleplaying rules (no Godmodding, auto-hitting and auto-dodging, arguing in the IC/OOC)
Current character limit is 3,
No speedposting; Please wait three posts before you post again.

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Accepted characters:

~Townsfolk~

Laharl Krichevskoy by Raddum

~Buisness Owner~

*Will add**

~Soldier~

Gondar by GreatSalmon

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My Characters,

Grey Star said
The ability to bodyswap seems to be rather gamebreakery, I'm sorry. ^^.


Alright, I edited. >.>
Sorry, dropping out.
Anyone wanna start a terrible Fanfiction contest in the OOC?

http://kaction.com/
[Group B (Colt) - Infirmary, Second Floor Main Building]

Colt was dragged from his depression upon hearing the journal, and in instinct he pointed two handguns at the origin of the sound. The minion glared the area down in confusion; with interest he hopped down from his seat and approached the desk. He looked at the chair, thinking for only a split second if there was someone else there. The book had opened by itself... was that a sign that...? Colt swiped the journal from the desk and... began to ravenously search it for bullets of any kind. He didn't bother reading any of the writing; at some points he would accidentally tear out a page or two in his frantic page flipping. When it came clear that there weren't any ammunition in the book, Colt threw it down on the floor in anger. "Dammit!" he kicked the book in fury. "What have I done to deserve this kind of punishment?!" Colt's fell back onto the desk, sitting on the floor with his back against it.

He felt the presence of another in the room, and he began to search it for any signs of life."I know you're there by the way!" Colt barked out into nothingness. Moments of silence later, he cupped his head in frustration.

[Group B (Ketlin B) - West Hall (headed in east hall), Second Floor Main Building]

"Ah! There you are," Ketlin stopped in front of her, sighing in relief. "You know, I just tried to save ya'. How'd you even get out of there anyway? That place was crazy looking! Some kind of corpse party if you ask me-"

"L e t m e r i p y o u a p a r t y o u s t u p i d i g n o r a n t i d i o t"

The robot's upbeat attitude drained away as his eye narrowed on the girl. He eyed her up and down, realizing the intended purpose of the scissors. "Excuse me?" Ketlin puffed out his chest as to look intimidating; this failed to work however, as they were practically the same height. "Stupid ignorant idiot? Kind of a redundant name don't you think? Not a threatening one if you were going with that approach," He scoffed,

"Didn't your mother teach you any better?"

Ketlin passed by her with the stereotypical 'talk to the hand' pose as he headed for the stairs. "Anyway, I'm done talkin' with ya... man, to think that I would dream up such a lame ass person like that." He huffed, still thinking this was his own nightmare. Ketlin decided it best to find his sidekick... hopefully he was decapitated or anything,
(I'm just gonna swap back and forth with names to test it out. >.>)

[Group B (Clay) - Infirmary, Second Floor Main Building]

The intense smell of blood was driving the silencer absolutely batty,

even so Clay sat patiently on the bench. Patient through the eyes of any witness, the creature was in reality fitted to explode. He felt as though he could feel the blood in the crisp air around him, as if temptation itself was tickling his being. Thoughts explored into blowing something up, and in response he hugged the fairly large bazooka sitting next to him. Clay patted it's green exterior passionately, and while feeling it's pain his eyes grew wet. What was he to do without ammo? He woke up in heaven, only to find himself without means to enjoy it.

"I'm sorry girl," he cooed quietly, before turning his head to the sniper rifle leaning on his right. "I'm very sorry," Clay hugged his rifle as well, reaching down with both weapons to pick up the ridiculously built mini-gun at his feet. "I'm deeply sorry," with the turret on his thighs, he opened his coat further to reveal both his deagles. "I'm extremely sorry," he pulled out the hidden handguns from his sleeves, "Words cannot describe how sorry," it was too much for him, and he just hugged all his weaponry in sorrow; He didn't even bother pulling out the shotgun, hopefully it would understand.

[Group B (Ketlin B) - Classroom 1-A, Second Floor Main Building]

After a few moments of silence, the robot barked aloud: "that mother... FINE! WHO NEEDS YA?!" Ketlin began to reel himself up again, assuring himself logical reasons as to why he abandoned him. "dude probably couldn't even withstand my looks, jealous much? Yeah." His entrance back to the hallway was greeted with the voice of the girl he was just trying to save. With a blink in confusion, he tried to piece together how the girl could have gotten out of the pit. Ketlin walked over the locker, unhooked his hand, and set off for the sound's source.
I'm still struggling with a name for my guy,

It's either Clay or Colt, but I don't know which one to pick. :L


I may be interested, I'll see if any others join.
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