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3 yrs ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

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If you could all associate a single, or two maximum, songs that related to your Character, what would it be?

For those common to RPs I've done in other places, it limits to just this setting and timeline, no extra jumps ahead.
Grant's eyes narrowed once more, as he felt his hands tense. He knew that it was judgement day. Whether she lived or died was in his hands, his decision. He felt himself sweat and shake as he thought. He knew that he wasn't allowed to physically harm her, under Asartha's name...it was the right thing to do. However, she didn't say that as a Trinity, he could not do other things that could help him settle...that is where toying comes in....

"So...it's...been a while, hasn't it?" He slowly placed the knife onto the counter, making sure it was out of her reach if she were to attack him. "I've...I've been waiting a while, y'know, for a meeting like this...in person. You've grown slightly, since that Year had gone by...since the 5 months of my last encounter. You were so much younger-looking...no offence..." He chuckled in an odd way as he sat, his voice still stuttering as he questioned in his mind of what he was saying. He took a bottle as he sat down in a chair, the woman's eyes following his movement. "You've been busy...r-right? Running? Being used? It's...quite the sight...seeing this happen, before my very eyes...here's me thinking I had a chance, to end the pain and avenge her...yet...something stopped me. Twice. I have attempted so many times and yet it was completely under your radar. Everything was...it will continue that way...but let me j-just tell you..." He saw her tilt her head as she looked worryingly at his strange and bizarre words. "Oh...p-please...don't look a-at me like that...I k-know you when I see you...I-I know when I s-see the Flamed Beast that k-killed her...I know when I see y-you...Hope Ranavin..."
Marcus paused for a minute, watching the fighting take place. He knew that one of his elemental shots, being on his Crossbow, weren't effective to a horse engulfed in flames. He would just have to keep hitting the beast with the Stunning shot, to give everyone a chance for survival. From what it seemed, many of those fighting didn't go for any defensive strategies as much as he anticipated, and their skills were mainly settled around close or mid-ranged manoeuvres of offence. It was typical to see that, from anyone wanted to ensure damage was inflicted at any cost. He waited for a while, allowing his bullets to regain their place in his magazine once again for the 8th time. His Elemental shot was at a recharge rate of two bullets, signalling it being able to be shot, with the expense of two rounds. This would, however, inflict a quicker and less effective shot if hit. He had to keep waiting. Once again, he began to shoot at the target.

"Uhm...Marcus...you better hurry up with that Elemental Shot..." The horse reared upwards as a shot made a piercing effect just between the eyes. It must've dug in at least a metre or half of the distance he wanted, but it wasn't enough to get anywhere near cracking the skull. The thickness of the fur, fire and skin made it a tough target to penetrate, and higher calibre rounds were needed to get through the target, something he'd have to work hard to maintain. The eyes were felt bearing down on Marcus as it began to shrug off some of the simple attacks the other warriors were inflicting upon the beast. Soon it became clear that he was in a shit tonne of trouble. "Uhm...Marcus?! HURRY UP!"

"One second...Literally...I just need to stun it..." He felt tension and fear split into him. He'd been fully spotted, and he was still waiting for the shot for fully regain its ability. "Come on...come on, dammit!" He looked down at the rifle, lining up a quick shot. He could either move, or take it. It was a tough call, but for the will of the team, it would've been worth it. Suddenly, he saw on his Head's up Display that it was indeed ready. He looked up and quickly fired, as soon as he took the shot, a flinch caught him as he saw it approach. As if time slowed down, a fireball sped towards him, targeting him directly. As soon as the elemental shot charged up, it fired only at The last second. The electric blow spun through the sky once more, tearing through the fire and splitting it into two. It wasn't enough though...both flames bared down either side of him, flinging him into the sky and throwing him down the hill. With every slam onto the ground, he felt himself slowly dying, getting weaker and weaker. It was that until he finally came to a stop at the bottom of the wrong side of the hill, the otherside of the action. He had literally been flung over the hill. Whether the elemental shot had hit and stunned the creature was beyond his comprehension...but he was far away from everyone...far far away...and he looked slowly to his right side......

HP: 36/184
Yuri Tynko


Everything was kind of hectic in the Mess Hall, but he managed to find a breach point in the crowds to get out early and escape both Grant and Lilith, as well as the overwhelming sounds of chants and laughter. He wanted to get somewhere more peaceful, whether Annella followed him or not, and right now the best place was the Dormitory. Most of the trainees were to spend a lot of time outside before being forcefully moved into their dorms. Though he was aware she was following him, and that the two were to situate in the same room anyway, so it really didn't concern him. He was still up for the conversation, but kept it to himself for a while of the journey. There was a hallway they could take to go there, through a maze or so, yet he thought the scenic route was better for himself, despite it being longer.

As he trod every now and then, he'd hum quietly to himself. It was a simple tune; it was the family song of peace and clashed with the one of honour. His family were like that, his father had told him. Honour meant everything to both him and his ancestors, therefore he had to follow in the path his first relative walked. Though he was never quite sure what that path was. Many of the records were lost, and Cyo had only told him what he knew slightly from memory after a Robbery occurred. He felt that Annella's eyes pried on him as he hummed, making him stop quite quickly. It left everything in silence once again...

"It...might sound weird...but...do you believe in honour above most things in life?" At first there was no response, so he decided to continue. He thought to himself about how boring and dreary he must've sounded, but something kept him talking. "My Father told me something once, after our shop was robbed. He was in panic after some files and papers were lost. I asked him, 'Why was paper so important to him?', I wasn't the smartest of kids then as of now. He replied with something quite...important, I could say. 'It was the sheets of evidence, proving that before the dwellers outside the walls emerged to eliminate mankind, there were successful lives all over the land. Businesses were set up and wars were fought between man from one hill, to man from another. These documents showed me how our family has done amazing things, and it was mainly lead by Honour, as translators had noticed. Such as Johanna Tynko, the first bearer of the Tynko title. He was a businessman apparently, who ended up going in a war that lasted for years. On end, he would see his own family die around him, and loved ones. He didn't stop there, as he was driven by the knowing that if he were to succeed, after everything that was lost, he'd still provide pride in the title. His goal was passed down to his son, then to his son, and to his, and further on...Do not shame when you can still provide a good title.' I didn't really understand that phrase, up until now, sort of. It still puzzles me, and seems a bit Cheesy...but...I don't know...I should stop going on about me and...Dad...so much..." He apologised once more, feeling ashamed for once again going through the pain of the story. Grant and Lilith hated that story, and so would Annella in his mind.
@RainbowFactoryIt isn't my story. I mean yes it is my Storyline, Grim tales, but if you are going to make a different storyline, just using Grant and the shiz, then go ahead. It really isn't my decision.
Right...Everyone...I apologise before I go to Cadets that I can't post tonight...mainly because I had been making sure I get the next chapter done. Sorry guys, but I hope it is worth it ;3;

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I also got a lil' bit of Grant's theme song - youtube.com/watch?v=UqLRqzTp6Rk
@RainbowFactoryI do have her death...but I'd thought I'd keep it safe with myself to stop you hunting me down IRL.
As some selected people might've seen, I've managed to put together nearly every important character's deaths in the Tynko Timeline, even Yuri, Grant, Annella, Vera, Nemo, Lilith, ect ect. Those, if they must know, are based upon how I will have them dead in the more Novel based ways, which I'm finding hard to get aroumd to updating, in all of their dramatic ways. Very fun, much death...much cry...much blood. 0/10 not enough shrek
@TancurasWe have to 'Stun' it eyyy? I know someone capable of it, after a cooldown.
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