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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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<Snipped quote by Frettzo>

Nonsense. All constructive input and criticism is invited.

On a side note, I just finished Akame ga Kill! Not impressed. Actually, very disappointed.

On another side note, is anyone interested in interacting with Shiro? ;_; I have no idea where to take him and what to have him do. I was maybe thinking of putting him in Vale to have him run into team VGNB and have him apologize profusely for his terrible first impression.




Robert had been looking for Shiro so he could meet him and Scoots, and Shiro just walked right past Robert and ignored him.
Ryan continued raiding the drawers of Acacia's dresser, before finally finding a t-shirt that he wrapped around his head tightly to stop the bleeding. Blood was beginning to soak through the shirt, but it was slowing the flow. "There we go," he said cheerfully while looking at his reflection in the window. Ryan's stomach suddenly filled the room with the sound of a loud grumbling. Hmm, I wonder if they left any food behind. Walking towards the ladder out of the attic-turned-bedroom, he left the dresser with clothes tossed everywhere and drawers still pulled out. It was a complete mess.

Entering the kitchen, Ryan decided to check the pantry for any canned goods since anything in the fridge would be spoiled or it would empty, seeing as the cabin has obviously been abandoned for years. He couldn't find any canned food that wouldn't need to be heated, because why would an cabin in the woods have electricity for a microwave or gas for a stove if it's abandoned, so Ryan decided to eat several granola bars that he found next to the cans. Now which way is it to the nearest town? And is it close enough that I could walk there? Is there a map somewhere in this cabin? As the young man began raiding the cabin for a map or something else to tell him where he was, Acacia's pet wolf continued to stand guard at the door. Her growling going completely unheard for the clueless human inside.
Name

The De Luca Family

History

The De Luca Family is one of the oldest crime families still running in Vale and one of the most powerful as well. Alvise De Luca immigrated to Vale with his mother, father, and siblings, hoping to find a better living by setting up a small mom and pop shop in one of Vale’s poorer districts. When the Giordano Family, the most powerful crime family at the time, came by and “politely” asked for protection money, Alvise’s proud father refused to submit. In anger, the Giordanos returned with more convincing firepower. Alvise’s father still refused, ending the thugs’ patience and giving him and the rest of of his family, with the exception of Alvise, a chest full of lead and a sleep with the fishes.

After that traumatizing experience, Alvise vowed vengeance and led a one-man war on the Giordano Family. As the young man’s raids gained more and more success from experience, he began to bring hope to many of the oppressed citizens of the Little Vaccuo district. What had previously been a one-man operation, soon became large enough to rival the Giordano Family’s numbers. Financing such a large group was not easy though, and soon Alvise and his associates soon became no better than the criminals they were fighting. It wouldn’t be until another thirty years when Duilio De Luca, Alvise’s son, came to power that the group officially named themselves a mafia family.

Administration

Nico De Luca is the current Don of the De Luca Family. He keeps a small council of his closest friends and advisors who he consults with when making large decisions that will affect the family as a whole.

Society

The organization is seen as extremely dangerous and if you ever meet a member, it’s best to keep them on your good side. However, the De Luca’s are very picky with recruitment and are very good at rooting out the hot-headed members of their group. It is not often that a De Luca member will randomly start trouble, though it is not completely improbable.

Assets

This family works no differently than most other mafia families and has its own Don, underboss, gangsters, etc. It owns most businesses in the Little Vaccuo district of Vale as well as several outside of the district, all of them fronts for illegal activities. It would also not be uncommon to hear about a large political figure in Vale to have connections to the De Luca Family, if the organization didn’t hide its tracks so well.

Size

5,000. (Took a few days of research, but I finally found how large the average mafia is.)
After what felt like several hours more of walking, Ryan had finally made it to the cabin he had spotted earlier. By the time he had reached it, Acacia had already left for her daily jog and her trusty companion Truth had not yet returned, so it was completely devoid of any life at the moment. Walking right past the railing that the Russian woman had placed her clothes earlier, without noticing the snow-covered jumper, Ryan approached the screen door and knocked on the solid, wooden door behind it. He waited for a minute for any response, but received none. He knocked again and waited in silence for any noise that might tell him that someone or something was alive inside. One last time, he knocked on the door, this time peering through a window to see if there might be something silently moving inside. Nothing could be seen though. Ryan shrugged before finally trying the handle of the door to see if it would open. Luckily for him, and probably unlucky for Acacia, the unlocked door swung open without any resistance, allowing Ryan to enter unperturbed.

Ryan had expected to find rotten wood and little to no furniture inside the deserted cabin, all of which would be in complete disrepair. He was pleasantly surprised to be wrong, as that were true there'd probably be spiders everywhere. Must have been quite an emergency if they moved without taking all of their stuff. He began looking around the rooms on the first story of the cabin for something like a rag to wrap around his head and stop the bleeding, but seemed to be out of luck. If only he had found the bathroom or gave the kitchen a more thorough look, he might have figured out that the cabin wasn't as abandoned as he thought. Well, there's always the second story.

The second story was really just a large attic, the ladder to which was still left down. He climbed up to the top and found that the attic had become more of a bedroom, complete with a bed and small dresser. I wonder if they left a shirt or something in that dresser that I could wrap around my head. He opened the first drawer to instead find lots of clothing, specifically ladies' undergarments. He lifted up a bra by the strap with his index finger and thumb, holding the strange apparel to his face for a close inspection. putting it back down, he lifted up a pair of matching panties, stretching the waistband with his two index fingers in curiosity of the undergarment's elasticity. What's all this doing here if no one lives here? They left a ridiculously large amount of stuff behind.
"I see the bad moon arising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightnin'. I see bad times today. Don't go around tonight. Well, it's bound to take your life. There's a bad moon on the rise..." Ryan sang along to the music playing on the radio. He sat in the driver seat of his old, red pick-up, traveling down the icy roads of Colorado. The sound of his phone ringing brought his enjoyment to an end, he knew who it was. Ryan turned the radio's volume down then picked up the phone. "Hey, Dad. How's it goin'?... What? No, I'd never talk on the phone while driving. That's stupid... I don't know when I'm coming back. I just got this new job and... uh-huh... uh-huh... Well that doesn't change... Well I... Can you let me... You know what? I gotta go. Bye, dad." As Ryan put the phone down on the passenger seat, he looked up to see a tiny spider descending on a web from the roof of the car. "Ah, shit! Spider!" he screamed before quickly slouching away from the arachnid, no bigger than a pinhead. He grabbed the map that also sat on the passenger seat and swatted at it, crushing it against the window. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief before looking back at the road, just in time to realize that he was about to drive off of it. Ryan's car broke through the guardrails and flew into the air. "Oh, F-" he started before the car made a graceless landing.

After the passing of several hours, Ryan finally awoke from the wreck. He lifted his head from the wheel, the airbag hadn't gone off, and immediately felt an immense headache. He reached up and touched his forehead and felt something wet. His head was bleeding. Ryan let out a groan as he reached for the handle of the car door, only for the airbag to finally go off late. "Owww." The young man pushed the airbag back and successfully opened the car door. He tried to roll himself out, but was suddenly stopped by his seatbelt. Ryan reached back, unbuckled himself, and fell into the snow. He sat up and took a look at his surroundings, snow covered trees as far as the eye could see. He gave a sigh of disappointment and moved to his truck to gather his things. Ryan checked his inventory: his two handguns, his rifle, and all the ammo he could carry for the three weapons. His wallet was empty of any money, the map seemed to have disappeared, and his phone had died while he was unconscious. How long had I been out? Ryan then began his trek through the woods, seeing as the road was too high to get back to. It was lucky for him that the snow had been there to break the fall, otherwise who knows what would have happened to him.

After a few hours of hopeless walking, Ryan spotted something in the distance. What is that? Sort of looks like a building. Wish I had some binoculars so I could- "The scope!" he shouted as he unslung his rifle from his back. He looked through the scope of the rifle to get a better look at the seemingly empty cabin in the woods. Looks abandoned. Maybe it'll have something for me to use to dress my wounds. He slung the rifle onto his back again and lifted his hand again to feel his still-bleeding forehead. Hope they're friendly, if anybody is home. Ryan then began his walk towards the cabin.
Ryan Thompson

Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Species: Human





Strengths:
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance


Weaknesses:
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia


Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.
Paige is apparently on vacation right now, that's why Paige has been so silent.
Sry about that, Paige hasn't been on in over a month, jangel I have no idea what he's doing, and I just can't think of something to post.


I'll send a message to Paige then. Ask if Paige is going to stay with this.
If the Towel is still on Robert I've got a fun way to drop Napoli in.


He still is wearing nothing but a towel so go for it.

Find some way to get back into your room or else raid the locker room for gym cloths. Be creative. You could go the administration for a spare key or dissemble the locking mechanism on the door or get an NPC to climb in through the window for you. I don't know who else is on your team but you could go to one of them.


I've been thinking about making him see the school administration and I would have had him see his teammates but no one on my team has posted at all.
So, two days since a post. I assume a bunch of us still want to do the Slice of Life, so who are we waiting for? @Eklispe for one.


I'm not sure who to interact with. Seems like everyone at Beacon are in their own little cliques and because of the towel gag I did I can't see Robert going to the city. Kind of painted myself in a corner.
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