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3 yrs ago
Current *Cthulu will remember this*
3 yrs ago
If you're buying "health food bars" make sure you check the sugar content. A little natural sugar is normal, but it ain't heathy if it has 20g added sugar.
3 yrs ago
Being a small pepper.
3 yrs ago
Just shout to the heavens "UWOH SEGGS" and wait for divine inspiration. Or your family's disapproval. Whichever gets there first.
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3 yrs ago
I love when I shovel myself out, drive through a snowstorm to get to work on time... and then my boss calls me 5 minutes after when I was supposed to arrive that he's not coming in and to go home...
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Facts about me:
1. I like writing.
2. I like cats.
3. I like RWBY. (#Yangbestgril)
4. I am 30+ years old... (I lost count...)
5. I have graduated college.
6. I'm trying to get better at drawing.
7. I'm a dude.
8. I eat far too much cheese.
9. I watched a Markiplier video once. Now I have a crippling Taki addiction. Don't send help, just more Takis.
10. I have two dogs and they're cuter than yours.
11. For some reason I have three motorcycles.
12. My cheese addiction has cost me one gallbladder. I have not learned my lesson.

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https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1700005/KillamriX88

Most Recent Posts

If you're wondering why half my last post is crossed out, it's because I didn't realize the Ozpin speech had started when I wrote it.

Pyro's post was so small, I assumed it couldn't be anything that important... lol... I guess I should pay more attention.

*sigh* I'll figure out what I want to do with that later, I don't have time right now.
So what you're saying is, you left your defibrillator at home? D:

Not cool... *cries*
"F-F-Felix! Launce... Ancel... Felix Ancel Launce! N-n-n-nice to meet you..." He babbled until he got his name out in the right order. He almost cried, happily, when she asked about his weapon. Now he had an excuse. Perhaps a little too hurriedly, he pulled out his weapon. "A-and yeah, I made it myself. Well, I guess everyone at signal has to, so that's not that impressive." He chuckled. Suddenly he was totally different; not shaking, not stuttering, much, and he wasn't staring at her like he expected her to eat him. "It's an 8-guage, over-under, magazine-fed, dual-mode shotgun that..." he flipped a switch, and the bottom barrel of the weapon slid out on a set of rails, and then swung out before sliding back and locking into the top barrel. The top sight, which clearly doubled as a nasty hook, then slid down its own rail to the end of the bottom barrel.. "... turns into a voulge that also functions as a medium range slug rifle, err, if I load it with slugs anyway." He then blushed a little and flipped the switch again, turning it back into just a shotgun. "Sorry... got carried away. Wh-what do you have?" His show-and-tell was over, but he didn't put the gun away. He knew he'd just turn back into a mess if he did.

- - -

Enyo had eventually found herself amongst a tide of chattering people. Everyone had caught up to their friends and rejoined their little cliques. Except for her of course, she didn't have those, which was fine. Cliques were annoying. Friends were... She just sighed and did her best to avoid thinking about that. She had been slowly edged out and pushed to the side, and found herself on the outskirts of the crowd. After a little more time, her attention was grabbed by the feedback of a microphone. It seemed it was he head of the school finally addressing them.

"I'll keep this brief..." he said, and it turned out he meant it. The speech couldn't have been much longer than 30 seconds, and it was over. It wasn't very inspiring either, and in fact was almost ominous. It also made her a little mad.

Who the hell is wasted energy, you old prick! she growled mentally. A woman with him then gave them directions, and then they the two left almost as soon as they'd arrived. The crowd then went back to chattering, not quite dispersing just yet. They were probably all befuddled by the awkward welcome they'd just received.

Still edged out and alone, she looked around, a bit befuddled herself, and noticed someone else who wasn't "cliqueing." Furthermore, she recognized him as the guy who had attempted to throw coins for her and rifle boy. She decided she might as well figure out who he was while she waited.

"So, you're more of a loner when you're not encouraging bad behavior, hm?" she questioned him as she walked over to him, finding a pillar to lean against and crossed her arms. "So, loner," for that was his name until she learned otherwise, "what did you think of that?" She was of course referring to the speech.
I like werewolfXhuman... as long as I am the werewolf. My last RP like this fell through, which made me very sad. And angry, but also still sad.
As for ninja powers... cats. Just cats. Cat powers. All the cats... meow.
OK. The second I have the time and energy, I'mma post... one last shot at kicking some life into this shattered corpse.
That said... I just pulled an all-nighter. I'm a little... off...
Hi. Alive. Didn't sleep last night... at all. *twitch*
Felix heard footsteps moments before he heard a girls' voice. He could already feel his muscles tensing and his skin crawling. It was the feeling a person got when they were afraid of what was behind himm, but weren't quite sure exactly what was behind him. He did his best to suppress his urge to spin around and kick whatever was following him, and was relieved when the person caught up to him and walked beside him where he could see-

S-s-s-so... tall... big... He looked at the girl, pupils becoming pinpoints as his fear refreshed itself at the sight of the girls intimidating height. What did she want from him? Why was she talking to him? Was she going to... eat him? There was that irrational fear again. "P-pl-" He mentally slammed on the breaks, realizing he'd been about to beg the girl not to eat him. That wouldn't have gone well. On his way out, he'd noticed her hat fall off, and seen her ears. At that point, it wouldn't have been a shot at her height, but her race... that probably wouldn't have gone well. That fact that he was shaking and stuttering like an idiot probably wasn't helping either.

Racial tensions... something that made his life even harder in a world where harmless messages, and crippling anxiety, could be misconstrued as xenophobia. He wasn't in a great position to explain himself either.

"No, no-nothing." Not exactly the truth, but he didn't think she had time for his life story. Of course that didn't explain his behavior, which was far too noticeable to just ignore. "I-I'm, uh, a-always like this." True enough he supposed. "Sorry..." And there was the reflexive apology... I'm so pathetic. His hand twitched, but he resisted to urge to place his hand on his weapon, which was strapped to his lower back. It may have eased his anxiety, but it certainly wouldn't win him any friends.
MARC! WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN US!

http://nooooooooooooooo.com/

At this rate, I might have to just... post... myself.

Duhn duhn duhnnnnnnn!
I for one, welcome Twisted Fa- I mean... "Gerald" to the RP.

That said it's not up to me, and I really just wanted to make that joke. :P

I mostly just skimmed the sheet, but he seems somewhat interesting. Just be careful, if you're accepted, to not abuse his "future sight" to become OP. Remember: just because you can see something, doesn't always mean you can do a damn thing about it. Also, the average person takes one full second to process new stimuli.

Other than that word of caution, he seems cool. We'll see if pyro agrees. The only thing I'd worry about is we don't really have anywhere to put you a the moment. I wonder how we'd get Gerald to Beacon, and what reason he'd have for being there anyway.
Quick comment, Kal, didn't marc say that you weren't supposed to be able to infect other people with the arm? Because it sounds like the arm can still do that (unless I misread)... but I don't know if you two worked that out in private or something.
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