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21 days ago
Current all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
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2 mos ago
Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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3 mos ago
Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
4 mos ago
a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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5 mos ago
I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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Name: Tomoda “Aloha-kun” Nakamichi

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Arcana: Magician

Equipment: One strong-looking Nine-Iron, a rosary, more eyewear than you’d ever believe necessary (mainly triangular shades), the Necronomicon and other such Grimoires, a Japanese-to-English dictionary.

Skills: Greco-Roman wrestling, whiz with a golf club, knowledge of the paranormal and supernatural, knowledge of anime and internet culture, bit of a sneakster, bit of a trickster, most casually optimistic guy ever. Girl-crazy smartass.

Appearance: Standing tall and lanky for a Japanese teenager at 5’10, Tomoda is most immediately recognizable in a crowd by his never-buttoned Hawaiian shirt, his obscenely cool triangular shades, and his wild, bleached blonde hair and chin scruff. Always wearing a cheshire, shark-toothed smile and waltzing around town with his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, he is the epitome of carefree in body language and demeanor, with the brown eyes hidden behind the eyepieces always either gleaming with humor or an insidious plot to do something dumb and rope his friends into it.

Personality: In case you couldn’t tell yet, he is defined by his carefree disposition and whimsical actions. Nakamichi’s both a willful idiot and a wise guy, always acting as if he’s at play even in the most dire of situations. Not to be written off as a simple bellend, however, he’s quite adept at thinking on his feet and balancing himself no matter how shaky the ground he and the gang are standing on gets. Openly friendly and good-natured, he’s the type of guy who is enjoying his youth wholeheartedly. His interests are a big part of who he is, and he’s never one to shy away from talking about them. Especially if the interest in question is girls. Hates goodbyes.

Biography: Born into a fairly normal life, Tomoda was an only child with few real sibling figures, or for a good while, friends. As such, he was left to marinate in the things he found interesting, which happened to be fantastical stories of the arcane, paranormal, and supernatural right up until about his second year of middle school. At that point a drastic paradigm shift occurred, and the formerly nameless face in the crowd became gregarious in the extreme, eventually leading to the brazen boy we all know today. His family owns and runs the local mini golf course, and he’s going to get a part-time job there soonish. So he says, anyway, “because girls like a working man”.

Persona

Name: Jack o’ Lantern (Pyro Jack)

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Traits:
-Reflects:None
-Absorbs: Fire
-Void: None
-Resist: None
-Weak: Ice
Abilities: Agi
Sukunda
Provoke
Funny that

I am
16 suggests first or second years
How far along into the year are we? Around the second week or something?
get off the damn phone crim


Brewing Storm


A thin line was the running description of Luke's mouth as they made their way through Chemical Processing. The only sounds they heard now were their own footsteps, tapping out a staccato rhythm upon the tile floor. Scanning the chamber twice, thrice over, he couldn't shake a sense of discomfort carving a hole in the pit of his gut.

I can't even hear their screams anymore—
This is like what I always heard about shark attacks on Animal Planet.


It was always the deafening silence that came right before. When the Ocean goes still, something big is about to happen.

"I can't hear any more screams." he reported in a low voice to the team behind him, slowing pace by a half-step. "Maybe they were a trap, some sort of mimickry to lure us in?"

He should have considered that, considering what they'd been fighting recently. Stupid...

"Or maybe..." he gulped down a stone hadn't realized he'd been swallowing. "Maybe they're all—"

CLANG!


What the heck was that?!


...

"Thaaaaaaaaaaaat didn't sound good. Jack, should we mess with it?" he asked, now completely stopped and warily staring down the drum that had been the source of the noise.

Because if it was his choice, the answer would probably be an emphatic Never, unless there were somehow people in there.
I like him
who's the fool
does sugar intake recharge mana

I need an excuse to lug around mars bars
not much to do waiting for an interest check to go live three days after its inception
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