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STATUS: My Italian friend just asked me if it's true that all Americans are fat. I'm offended but I can't stop laughing. 10 yrs ago
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My Italian friend just asked me if it's true that all Americans are fat. I'm offended but I can't stop laughing.
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10 yrs ago
I always respond to OOC tags within 10 minutes, but I respond to PMs within 10 days. I don't know why- I suppose it's just because PMs are so easy to brush aside and forget about
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10 yrs ago
I don't have any finals, but everyone else having finals is slowing down my RPs. Second-hand busyness.
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10 yrs ago
I know it's time to go to bed, because I just started wondering if maybe the whole universe is a single cell on some alien's ass
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10 yrs ago
If a tree falls in the woods and Fox news isn't around to see it, is it still Obama's fault?
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I like to write things collaboratively.
And in the end, isn't that all you need to know to RP with me?
And in the end, isn't that all you need to know to RP with me?
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The guy who killed his family, by the way, is NOT a good guy. In case there was any confusion on that front 
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The Sun Will Never Set (A Statisticless NRP)(It had a good run)
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
For good or bad (probably good) I'm now in something like 4 RPs and more busy so I doubt I'll even have the time to write gigantic posts whether I want to or not
XD And three of the RPs are with me.
The inside jokes are about to go nuts
Eh, the next will be more on-par to the way I normally write, as I'll have a computer aND suches
"Are we no longer beloved, brother?" A fair-faced but heavily armored and injured woman was speaking, while she kneelt against her will, and a magic sword lay helplessly only inches from her grasp.
Standing stalwartly over her was a silent wizard, his true face obscured by the long shadow of a hood- a fine addition to his previously golden robes, now forever tainted with the blood of his own. Scattered about on the mourning ashen earth were the burnt and desecrated bodies of those the Wizard called 'family', those he once ate and drank alongside, those he loved...the Wizard shook his tired head. That life could be no longer. It was not his own fault, it was their's. They had gone too far. He had tried to warn them, he had tried to beseech them to follow once more the will of gods, he had tried...
Rage came upon him like a storm, and he suddenly gripped the hilt of his silver blade.
He looked down at his once cherished friend one last time, kneeling there like an angel among rotting corpses...and he plunged the sword into her heart.
She fell and died with a gasp of pain, sorrow and- most of all- surpise.
For the first time in over a century, a tear found it's way down his young face.
But now was not the time for weakness or remorse. Now was the time for action to the good of all, man, woman and child.
Looking out into the horizon, he almost swore he could see the outline of the hated building, although it was hundreds of miles to the south.
Spitting blood on to the ground, he took the first step of many for the Idolized Tower.
The Wizard King paced the grounds, passing by hundreds of flowers and other alchemical reagents. He glanced up at the pearl, marble, sapphire stone tower. White and blue, over thirty stories above ground and twenty under, and containing over two-thousand rooms. It was irrefutablly the most gorgeous masterwork of architecture in existence, and certainly the only "living" one.
Seamus smiled. When his guests arrived, that was the first thing they would notice. The heartbeat, that is. As you draw closer, you don't hear but feel the life-force of forty-thousand souls beating in unison, all trapped within the Tower. Those thousands are what made the Tower so powerful, and the closer you get the harder it is to resist the will of the Tower's Master.
They did not realize it, but they would soon be his in immortality...and obedience.
Standing stalwartly over her was a silent wizard, his true face obscured by the long shadow of a hood- a fine addition to his previously golden robes, now forever tainted with the blood of his own. Scattered about on the mourning ashen earth were the burnt and desecrated bodies of those the Wizard called 'family', those he once ate and drank alongside, those he loved...the Wizard shook his tired head. That life could be no longer. It was not his own fault, it was their's. They had gone too far. He had tried to warn them, he had tried to beseech them to follow once more the will of gods, he had tried...
Rage came upon him like a storm, and he suddenly gripped the hilt of his silver blade.
He looked down at his once cherished friend one last time, kneeling there like an angel among rotting corpses...and he plunged the sword into her heart.
She fell and died with a gasp of pain, sorrow and- most of all- surpise.
For the first time in over a century, a tear found it's way down his young face.
But now was not the time for weakness or remorse. Now was the time for action to the good of all, man, woman and child.
Looking out into the horizon, he almost swore he could see the outline of the hated building, although it was hundreds of miles to the south.
Spitting blood on to the ground, he took the first step of many for the Idolized Tower.
Meanwhile, at the Tower
The Wizard King paced the grounds, passing by hundreds of flowers and other alchemical reagents. He glanced up at the pearl, marble, sapphire stone tower. White and blue, over thirty stories above ground and twenty under, and containing over two-thousand rooms. It was irrefutablly the most gorgeous masterwork of architecture in existence, and certainly the only "living" one.
Seamus smiled. When his guests arrived, that was the first thing they would notice. The heartbeat, that is. As you draw closer, you don't hear but feel the life-force of forty-thousand souls beating in unison, all trapped within the Tower. Those thousands are what made the Tower so powerful, and the closer you get the harder it is to resist the will of the Tower's Master.
They did not realize it, but they would soon be his in immortality...and obedience.
Posting the first post now.
I know it isn't the best, but I was working on a phone and it's a holiday.
That being said, please feel free to tell me what you thought.
When you arrive at the Tower and are let into the room, the rooms may be custom made for your character. They will let you in even if you weren't invited, as they can sense the magic in you,
Also, the Tower is in a forest and right by the ocean.
I know it isn't the best, but I was working on a phone and it's a holiday.
That being said, please feel free to tell me what you thought.
When you arrive at the Tower and are let into the room, the rooms may be custom made for your character. They will let you in even if you weren't invited, as they can sense the magic in you,
Also, the Tower is in a forest and right by the ocean.
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Neither of those sound like happy times for anyone involved.
FINE.
Ponies and rainbows coming right ip!
I am well along with the first post, now. But I would like y'all to give me some input: Would you rather a bloody, violent scene or a sad and mournful one?
Worms have arms, legs, bodies, and faces all in one segment. Sounds pretty effecient to me
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