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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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"Sorry," Ryan whispered before moving his hand forward, the vodka-soaked cloth now touching the wound on Acacia's leg. He immediately pulled away as soon as he made contact with her flesh, not wanting to cause more pain than necessary. He was nowhere near done though, it would take several more dabs before that happened. Maybe I should have taken a sip of that stuff as well.
How is yous all doing? Just curious ^.^


Just noticed it's 9 in the morning and I'm still awake. I'm not sure what I'm mad at more, my insomnia for keeping me up this long or my parents for not letting me take any sleeping aids.
"Alright then, I'll get another rag and refill the bowl you used," he said as he made his way into the kitchen, doing exactly what he told her. After gathering those two items though, he began looking around Acacia's fridge before pulling out a bottle of vodka. Hollywood action films don't fail me now. With the three items in hand, he sat down next to Acacia and began using the new wet facecloth on her leg, wiping the majority of the blood away. With any sign Acacia showed of pain, Ryan couldn't help but feel a bit heartbroken, but it had to be done. And I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet.

Once that was done with, Ryan got the still dry portion of the cloth and dabbed it in the vodka. He handed the bottle off to Acacia before saying, "Drink enough and maybe it'll dull the pain for what comes next. This is going to hurt, a lot." Physically for you, spiritually for me. I hate seeing you in pain and I hate it even more, knowing that I'm the one causing it. But it needs to be done. Don't want you catching tetanus or something. Oh, this is going to suck. He prepared to place the alcohol covered cloth on her leg with very slow movements as he did not look forward to what her reaction would be. Probably lots of screaming.
I think it's probably inappropriate to replace the dude after four days and he has the campaign plan and no one else does. I'm fine with waiting, I'm busy on weekdays.


I'm friends with Spy IRL, so I know him pretty well. It's very unlikely that he's coming back. I've brought it up several times with him so it's not like he hasn't been given warning. Knowing him, if he does finally post, it will be long after everyone's lost interest and left. I've asked if maybe he could tell me the plot he had planned and from the sounds of it he's lost it. We could probably make something up on our own. If we want this to continue, our best option is to probably go on without him and leave it easily open for him to take control again if he comes back.
The sound of the door slamming shut made Ryan jump just as much as it had Acacia, but that didn't stop him from noticing her reaction to his compliment. She blushed! And she thanked me! Did she wink at me, too? I think she winked at me. No, shut up that was just your imagination. Calm the hell down Ryan. Acacia moving from her position and heading to the kitchen pulled him out of his head and back into the real world. "Yes, it feels much better now. Thank you again," he replied. As she began to wash the shirt that he been previously been using as a bandage, he realized the big mistake he had made. "I'm really sorry for the shirt. If there's any way I can make it up to you, just say the word," he said. Now that he thought of it, how many favors does he owe her now?

Let's see, I broke into her house, so I owed her for that. Then I saved her from the trap so that'd make us even. Then she made me food, so we're back to me owing her one. Next I ruined her shirt, so that makes two. Two favors I owe her. Wait, she offered me to spend the night, that's another one. "Way I see it, I owe you three favors, if you're the kind of person to keep track of those. Whatever you want, I'll do it. So just say the word," he said. His traveled back to Acacia's still bloody leg and remembered his offer from earlier. "Maybe I could help you with you leg, now that you've finished with my injury," he said.
So if @Spybuster doesn't come back, does anyone feel like they could possibly take his place as GM. I myself would volunteer for the job, but I only have experience GMing once and it didn't end well. I really don't want to see this go down the drain though, it has a lot of potential.
Ryan winced at the pain as Ace removed the shirt from his head and began to dab at his forehead with the wet facecloth. At least he didn't say anything like "Ow" or "Ouch." He wanted to look as strong as possible in front of the cute girl who he now couldn't lie to himself about his feelings for. It was probably weird since they had only met a couple hours ago, maybe even less, but he really liked Ace. Like, like-like her. This is why he smiled at her though, even through the obvious discomfort he was in from the cleaning of his wound. What had caused him to finally reach this mindset? Ryan had been thinking it since he first laid eyes on her, he was sure now because of her answer to his request to help her with her own wound. She was selflessly helping him instead of herself.

Oh man. Stop it. Stop it, Ryan. But she's so pretty, and she's helping me. I think she likes me. Urgh, just shut up. I don't actually know that for sure. If I'm wrong she's going to find me creepy and I'll lose my chance. Gotta be smooth and suave. Attract her that way. Ryan looked deeply into Ace's baby blue eyes as she continued cleaning his wound. "You've got really pretty eyes," he said. Nailed it.
At this point, the pain had mostly disappeared and the shirt had been on his head for so long that he had almost forgotten all about the injury on his head. "Oh, uh, yeah help would be appreciated. Could you help? I don't know much about dealing with injuries like this and I've got no idea if I'm at risk for infection, but it'd probably be best to clean it." he said. As she got closer to him, facecloth and water-filled bowl in hand, Ryan couldn't help but get a little excited and nervous. Goosebumps began to rise on his skin and a chill ran up his back. This was the closest he had ever really gotten to a girl before, he would be sad to admit, especially one this pretty. Careful there Ryan, you're falling for this stranger. He couldn't help it though, there was something about this girl that he found extremely appealing. Was it the mystery of how little he knew about her? Maybe it was how kind she had been to him so far? Heck, for all he knew he just found her Russian accent and red hair similar to his childhood crush on the fictional comic book hero Black Widow.

A sudden thought crossed his mind as his own words sunk in. "That trap your leg was caught in probably wasn't the most cleanest thing to draw blood. You're probably more at risk for infection than I am. Maybe we should get something for it. I think putting alcohol on it is supposed to clean it, though I'll admit that I only know that from watching movies and those aren't always the most accurate sources of information."
After finishing his meal, Ryan walked his plate and fork over to the sink and washed them by hand. Not knowing where to put them since he had seen Ace pull them out of the sink, he placed them back where she had grabbed them from. He then strode over to the couch he had previously been sitting on and laid down across it, his legs hanging off the side thanks to his tall frame. While staring at the ceiling, he brought up another question for Ace, this one much less personal. "So what should we do now, Miss Ace? Did you have any plans for the rest of the day that I could tag along with?" Ryan propped himself up with his elbows so he could look at Ace when she answered.
Ryan sat down at the table as Ace placed the plate for him down, ready to hungrily wolf down the venison and eggs. He was a bit shocked when he saw the eggs, though. He had been expecting scrambled eggs as those are how eggs had usually been made for him, so the sight of over easy eggs was a bit confusing. So that's why cartoons always made eggs look like this. Well, eggs are eggs. Deciding on the more familiar item on his plate, he used his fork to cut a piece off and eat it. "Mmm, nice and tasty," he replied. Next, he scraped off some of the burnt parts of the venison before cutting off a piece as he had done with one of the eggs. Turning towards the cook of his fine meal, he smiled and finished chewing before saying, "Always good to try something new. It's definitely more than alright." Ryan didn't notice how badly Truth seemed to want the food he was eating, or how Ace was giving part of her food to the pet wolf.

After sitting in silence eating, Ryan decided to break the silence by making more small talk. "So have you got any relatives? I myself only have my mom and dad. Both of them were an only child and their parents, my grandparents, past away before I was born or when I was really young."
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