Kingfisher
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- Old Guild Username: Kingfisher
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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9 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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9 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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10 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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10 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.
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@Kingfisher Boo. Boo for that cheap joke.
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You'll get a laugh. But still, boo.
@Rosalind Have fun then. You deserve a little rest and booze. :)
Okay, hold on, I've got a better one for you...
Capitalism.
I'm going to the cinema tonight (get my 007 on) and have a Halloween party tomorrow night so will be very hungover on Saturday. I'll pop in when I can.
Interestingly, both of those could potentially involve a spectre. I'll show myself out.
“Fuck, you're one tough son of a bitch,” The bearded stranger observed with what seemed to be a blurred mixture of horror and admiration, a look he’d grown used to during his time as President. “Listen, I would hardly qualify as a doctor but I don't need a PhD to say that you're in rough shape. I-I can help you out of here, just agree not to do anything stupid. Okay?”
“Anything stupid…” Ristachev wheezed through a mouthful of hot blood “You mean like get stabbed in the face?” He forced a smirk, before coughing up a wad of worryingly dark fluid.
The Hangedman stumbled slightly, but his sheer determination and iron will triumphed over the pain that wracked his body. Agony was tearing through every fibre of his being in an tsunami of fire, but Ristachev would be damned to whatever hell awaited men such as he before letting a flesh wound stop him.
“I’m not known for accepting help from s-strangers,” he rasped “but it's that or b-bleed out.” Ristachev’s voice was shaky and unsure, and his harsh Russian accent was unmistakable, even amidst all the stammering and blood.
He just about managed a light shrug, the makeshift bandages around his wound soaked red “Give it your best shot.”
Ristachev paused, considering the situation for a moment. If he admitted weakness, even at a time such as this, he was signing his own death warrant. He had become President because he understood Russia, and the bloody nature of the East. He knew that to admit weakness was to invite chaos, and that was the principle upon which he had ruled. Was he a monster? Perhaps. But in the real world, monsters are the ones who’re left standing when the curtain falls.
“U-understand this; If you attempt anything disingenuous, my wounds will seem trivial next to those you’ll suffer.”
“Anything stupid…” Ristachev wheezed through a mouthful of hot blood “You mean like get stabbed in the face?” He forced a smirk, before coughing up a wad of worryingly dark fluid.
The Hangedman stumbled slightly, but his sheer determination and iron will triumphed over the pain that wracked his body. Agony was tearing through every fibre of his being in an tsunami of fire, but Ristachev would be damned to whatever hell awaited men such as he before letting a flesh wound stop him.
“I’m not known for accepting help from s-strangers,” he rasped “but it's that or b-bleed out.” Ristachev’s voice was shaky and unsure, and his harsh Russian accent was unmistakable, even amidst all the stammering and blood.
He just about managed a light shrug, the makeshift bandages around his wound soaked red “Give it your best shot.”
Ristachev paused, considering the situation for a moment. If he admitted weakness, even at a time such as this, he was signing his own death warrant. He had become President because he understood Russia, and the bloody nature of the East. He knew that to admit weakness was to invite chaos, and that was the principle upon which he had ruled. Was he a monster? Perhaps. But in the real world, monsters are the ones who’re left standing when the curtain falls.
“U-understand this; If you attempt anything disingenuous, my wounds will seem trivial next to those you’ll suffer.”
@Kingfisher Those can be a lot more nasty than some physical discomfort, so I'd say you beat me fair and square.
Thank you. I'm almost through it; the harder part is not infecting anybody else in the household while I'm getting better.
It has its ups and downs. Basically, we've both been in the wars abit! :P
Ah yes, the eternal struggle. Its like low-key biological warfare.
@Kingfisher Between Noro, a fractured finger and my cold, I thought we had enough injuries and illnesses in this group to fill the quota. Guess I was wrong. ^^"
Hope you're alright.
Mine are of the mental variety, so you have me beat physically.
Thank you! I hope your cold goes away soon. They can be a real bitch.
Back in hospital for check ups etc, but I'll try and get something up this evening.
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How can I hope to stand up against such impenetrable logic? Its no wonder we lost the colonies.
@Kingfisher Awesome :)
so that's 2 out of 13?
Well, as citizens of the Great British Empire, we're both obviously on first name terms with J.K Rowling (and the Queen), and actually attend Hogwarts IRL. We also all wear top hats.
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