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4 yrs ago
"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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7 yrs ago
STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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7 yrs ago
Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
8 yrs ago
Happy New Year!
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8 yrs ago
Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Bio

Greetings,

I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.

As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)

So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.

Most Recent Posts

@Blubaron45 Somewhat, ey? Bit noncommittal, but I'll take it!
Ah, bueno Lauder, gracias. :)
@JulienJaden@Irisity I also watched it, excellent show!

As for corpses...I actually had thought about it.

Who knows, might find someone out in the woods...
*Cough*Anyone else?*Cough*
Truth be told, Hemi had been nearly asleep when Redhead decided that it was time get up and move out, his eyelids already half-shut by the time she raised her voice and announced what her next course of action would be; on awakening fully, he could see that people had moved around, that the black woman and the 'computer guy' were still absent, and that they had finally managed to strip the corpse of his boots. He had no idea why they would need his boots, but then again he was not really a thinker after all. What he did know was that he would follow the gun-toting and non-elected leader of the small band, not because he actually cared what she had to say, or because he agreed with anything that she proposed to do, but because he was all too aware that wolves, wild dogs, and every other pack hunted better together.

Slowly, almost nonchalantly, he rose from his squatting position and gave his legs a quick stretch to get the circulation going once more. It spoke somewhat about his mindset that, even as he was dozing, his hand had never let go of the steel piping it clutched...the blood caked upon it now dried and more black than red in colour. This he made sure to keep by him as he took in some deep breaths, getting not much more than death, smoke and the smells of the surrounding forest clogging his nostrils.

"Let's go."

He watched her, noting her encumbrance in the form of the wounded Russian, her act of compassion leaving her dangerously open to slower reflexes and less of an ability to use her weapon.

No, he thought to himself, letting his eyes linger on her back as she began her walk toward the cryochamber, it would be too easy.

Deciding that he would follow after the group, like a hyena on the fringe of a pride of lions, he began his own journey toward the treeline; from there he would follow, watch, and if he needed to he would also kill.

That, and perhaps while he was out here he could find something to act as shelter and, Gods willing, some water...
Looks like I'm gonna need a deep pit, some hot stones, a cooking pot, and a couple of the many corpses laying around...
Ah, Krete...a very good choice! You have it.

Just know that, at this point, Krete is fractured, so you'll need to pacify your own island first. :)
@Rosalind Sorry to hear that. :(

You're certainly in though, so welcome aboard!
Hokie dokie all, if you wish to make any more posts then please do so - other than that, we'll wait for Ares an anyone else to show up, then we carry on.
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