@Kingfisher@Jbcool Threesome with Hemi?
As long as I'm not on top. Being the president is fucking tiering shit, yo
Kingfisher
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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.
Most Recent Posts
As long as I'm not on top. Being the president is fucking tiering shit, yo
I hate blood...it's so bloody, and red, and it stains everything...but you, you're not bloody...
That about right?
Splatter Wars
Attack of the moans
@Mateotis 1x1? Fuck that, we're doing it live. :P
@Kingfisher You'll be Anakin, I'll be Obi-Wan. XD
FROM MUH POINT OG VEW THA JEDI RRR EVAL
How was that?
@JulienJaden @Kingfisher You guys writing up that romance 1x1 already? :P
Can't be any worse than the romance in attack of the clones.
@Kingfisher That they do. But do guys? Cause right now, all Makarid sees is the side without shrapnel scars. ^^"
I can already picture them, cuddling by the fire, bonding over past crimes and injuries. XD
It says that she's tough, and I reckon he's into that ;)
The fire which has obviously been made of the slain bodies of their enemies :P
@Kingfisher My my, sounds like the good president has a drop-dead dangerous redheads. :P
And having his face slashed open doesn't seem to dampen his charm any.
Well, they do say that chicks dig scars...
Anyone?* waits alone, sitting in the dusty corner of the room*
I'd feel abit odd continuing with two people, so I'm hoping some more survivors will come clambering out of the rubble soon.
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Six-Shot Story - An RP of the American Old 'Wild' West
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
<Snipped quote by Kingfisher>
A challenge to be sure, but not impossible!
I'll see how creative I'm feeling when the time arises ;)
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Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Yeeee-Haaaaaaaw!
You know I'm game!
Now to figure out how I can play an obese woman in this setting
The Hanged Man didn’t resist as the redheaded girl helped him up off of the floor and heaved him across her shoulders. Her strength spoke to him, and she gave him something to focus on through all the pain and blood. She had a round yet sculpted face, and deep brown eyes that reminded him of an ex-girlfriend he’d had an eternity ago. Her eyes had turned gold when they’d caught the fresh sunlight. I wonder if her’s do the same.
“Let’s go.”
With his arm slung over her shoulder, Ristachev stumbled onwards, going wherever she might take him.
“Might I have the name of my saviour?” He asked her in his now slightly raspy voice, smiling amidst the scars and dried blood. His eyes drifted down to her soft ginger tresses. Like ribbons of crackling fire.
“Hey Comrade, where do I know ya from? I’m sure I’d be able to place it if it weren't for that nasty little scrape you got there.”
Pulling himself back into the real world, Ristachev suddenly became very aware of the dark haired figure creeping up behind them.
“I had a government job, a while back,” He said simply “You might have seen me on the TV now and then.” He gave a little shrug, instantly regretting it as a spike of pain shot through his back.
“I don’t suppose you’re one of those famous American terrorists I’d have heard of?” he asked, more out a strange form of politeness than any genuine curiosity.
Studying the man’s face further, Ristachev was reminded of a document he’d been presented with at a UN meeting way-back-when. Something about a ring of arms dealers. The various secret services had had a few promising leads, courtesy of Prime, but they’d never made any solid connections. Ristachev had been meaning to follow it up, but he’d been deposed before anything came of it.
They’d called him something that had sounded like a woman’s name to him. Emily? No, that can’t be right.
“Let’s go.”
With his arm slung over her shoulder, Ristachev stumbled onwards, going wherever she might take him.
“Might I have the name of my saviour?” He asked her in his now slightly raspy voice, smiling amidst the scars and dried blood. His eyes drifted down to her soft ginger tresses. Like ribbons of crackling fire.
“Hey Comrade, where do I know ya from? I’m sure I’d be able to place it if it weren't for that nasty little scrape you got there.”
Pulling himself back into the real world, Ristachev suddenly became very aware of the dark haired figure creeping up behind them.
“I had a government job, a while back,” He said simply “You might have seen me on the TV now and then.” He gave a little shrug, instantly regretting it as a spike of pain shot through his back.
“I don’t suppose you’re one of those famous American terrorists I’d have heard of?” he asked, more out a strange form of politeness than any genuine curiosity.
Studying the man’s face further, Ristachev was reminded of a document he’d been presented with at a UN meeting way-back-when. Something about a ring of arms dealers. The various secret services had had a few promising leads, courtesy of Prime, but they’d never made any solid connections. Ristachev had been meaning to follow it up, but he’d been deposed before anything came of it.
They’d called him something that had sounded like a woman’s name to him. Emily? No, that can’t be right.
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