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5 yrs ago
Current Goodbye Miura. One of my favorite fantasy authors of all time has gone too soon.
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6 yrs ago
Don't forget, they made another new hero named Screentime. A meme loving superhero who got his powers from exposure to internet gas. He has the ability to basically be a smart phone.
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6 yrs ago
Sometimes I open up a new tab on my browser and I forget what I intended to do with it... What am I doing here again?
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7 yrs ago
When did I do that?
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7 yrs ago
Whenever you're feeling down, just remember that this man is cheering you on: youtu.be/KxGRhd_iWuE
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Working on it right now, just give me a few more minutes.
@Guess Who

Seems alright. You could add a line about waking up or something, if you wanted.


Okay, will do.
Dang, didn't type fast enough. What should I do? Leave it? Change it?
Hearing that he would be spending the night in the basement, and not be given medical attention until the next day, almost caused Ryan to blurt out his frustration. He quickly thought better of it though. He was a guest and a stranger, these people were in no way required to help him. So, reluctantly, Ryan followed Marrec and Valerie to the basement. The first thing he noticed was the lack of doors and windows, there was only one way in and one way out. Creeeeepy. "Eh, I've slept in worse places. Good night, everyone," he said as he unslung his rifle and put it down across from. He also unclipped his two holsters, with the berettas still in them, and placed them next to the rifle. Finally, he set down his pack which held all of the ammo for his weapons. He turned his back and went to the part of the room with the most comfortable-looking sleeping area and laid down. If Marrec was quick and quiet enough, he could easily confiscate Ryan's weapons without him noticing until morning, possibly even later in the afternoon considering how forgetful and oblivious he often was.

The Next Morning

Ryan awoke from his slumber with a loud yawn, stretching out his arms as he arose. He lifted his hand to feel his forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but half of his face was now covered in dry blood. Without bothering to see if William was awake before asking, "Yesterday, those guys said your 'friends' were causing trouble or something and that's why they put us down here? You know what they meant?" Ryan stood up and looked around the room curiously. Why do I feel like I'm missing something?
@NarcissisticPotato

I know people are still stumbling up - I was hoping that would be prevented with the request to not start new events. I simply didn't want to initiate the time skip when it might be hard to explain briefly how things wrapped up. Thanks for not jumping into the fray, though.

In, say, 4 hours from now? I will initiate the time skip. Anyone who can't simply move forward should utilize PM or chat to work out how they ended their night with others involved. Make it realistic, obviously.

Hopefully that helps smooth things out.


Yeah... those darn people... starting new events. So annoying. (sorry)
Ryan accepted William's handshake happily. "Nice to meet you as well," he replied. "Yeah, hopefully I don't start bleeding all over you," he said when William pointed out the gash on his head. As the redhaired girl, who he hadn't yet learned the name of, left to get help, another woman came out on the porch as well. This new, pink haired woman seemed to walk strangely, as if she couldn't see where she was going. Her next statement seemed to support that theory. "Thank you. Yeah, I'm standing right here," Ryan said as he approached her, ready to follow her inside. Kinda strange that a blindwoman is the one offering to help me with my injuries. "As far as I know, my head's the only thing that's bleeding," he added. As he walked walked behind Valerie, a question came to mind. "So, what you guys doing all the way out here? Some big family reunion or something?" he asked.
Arthur looked at the outrageously high price that the merchant gave him for the map. "I, uh, think I'll try my luck at bidding. One coin, please." Arthur quickly turned around, looking at the people around him. He hoped to whatever cosmic being of fate that existed, that no one would be interested in the map. His eyes were practically begging for no one to step forward. Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please. Don't let anyone bid against me. I need this. His expression quickly changed to that of fury as a few nearby shoppers came closer. I swear on all the gorgeous women of the world if you even think of it, I'll pull your own arm off and shove it down your throat. His new expression actually got a few would-have-been customers to back down, while the rest gave the idea of purchasing the, possibly fake, map a few moments of consideration.
Can we have a bit of a timeskip, like a couple of days. Gloria needs time to recover.


Sure, I'll try starting the next mission sometime tomorrow. Can't make any promises when tomorrow though.
I could. It would make sense for her to know how to deal with wolf wounds and she has better senses so she would be able to figure out what it was easier.


Medical expertise would also be helpful for the wounded human outside your door. You know, if Valerie felt inclined to help.
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