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5 yrs ago
Current Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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6 yrs ago
Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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6 yrs ago
Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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6 yrs ago
If things get real bad and you have to resort to cannibalism remember: Vegans first, they are the closest thing to grass fed.
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6 yrs ago
March didn't come in like a lion... It came in like a T-Rex with PMS, and hemorrhoids, wearing barbed wire undies....
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✾ 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊
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⚘ A Brief History
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I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned.

Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.


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This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.

Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."

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The first step is scary.
Take it anyway.

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Okay, no secret, this is like my favorite day of the year. We have got a lot of creative and talented people around so come on. Show me your Halloween festivities this year. Costumes, pumpkins, decor, art, whatever. Just make sure it is fully of Halloween Spirit. As with anything, wouldn't be right for me to ask to see your tricks and treats if I didn't show mine.

(Any comments, please be kind towards each other.)

Getting my Halloween on. ^_^



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Most recent positions map as of Amaranthine's last update.

Floor 1 Positions - Click here for a larger image (Updated 10-31-2018)


Chanteuse Amaranthine
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Joyous Corridor -> Gaming Room
Skills: Charisma, Intelligence
Hit Points: 4
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Hearing a door's closing echo down the corridor Amaranthine froze in her place and quickly placed her back slightly against the right wall as her head turned back from the direction she had come. It seemed that the doctor was following her in exiting the room. Her throat bobbled as she swallowed and kept an eye on the man. Hearing his words she shook her head slightly. "It is nothing from you, it was just a bit much in there," she said as she heard the door open again. Her eyes darting in the direction of the music room the two of them had just left.

It was the man that had introduced himself as Justice Cobalt. She smiled faintly towards him in a polite manner but it seemed that he was going to go in the other direction. Why she didn't know. Perhaps he wanted a moment alone as well. Taking a deep breath sharp breath she looked back over towards Dr. Swamp. She had an idea to why he was following her but could not be sure. Those dark eyes of hers moves quickly up and down the corridor as she weighed her options. She went for the first door in her line of sight, across the hall from her.

"I wonder what is in there," she mused as she found herself again and pushed out a charming smile towards the doctor before brushing passed him. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as she moved passed him and to the door. Once there she opened it and stepped in. It seemed to be a Gaming Room of sorts. Two square tables with cards and chips set up on each of them was in the room.
Mr. Titian
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Location: Shadowell Manor: Lunar Ballroom
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 4
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There was a nod from Titan as he looked around the large room. It was warmer than outside but with no fireplace in there, it wouldn't stay that way long. Especially with all the windows, not to mention just how high the ceiling was. Walking over to the window he looked out but it was dark and the only thing he could really see was the snow falling outside close by the glass. Shaking his head he turned around and looked up, taking note of someone standing up on the balcony above the door they had come in. "Holy shit balls, didn't see you there," he said with a bit of oomph behind his voice. It echoed more than he had expected.

The man was built similar to Titian in height and weight but with long wavy blonde hair. Placing his hands on his hips Titian stepped away from the window and towards the balcony somewhat, tilting his head back as he did. "Cold as a tit in a brass brazier down here," he added.

"S..s..Sorry sir, will fix momentarily," the man said nervously. He seemed to be rather shy as he turned and rushed out of sight on the balcony.

Titian lifted a brow beneath his mask. 'How the hell he gonna fix..." he started to say after a few moments before feeling a warmth start to climb up his legs. Squatting down he felt the ground. It was warming up. "Well I'll be damned." The floor was heated.
Rule Change 10/30/18: Post limit rule adjustments lifted. We are now back to the standard 2 posts between your last.



Date: Monday May 23rd, 2017

Flight UA 2199: Gavin nodded. "Yeah, pretty sures they do. I'a been workin' on some shit storms of me own around the state thats I think ties back to thems. Ain't caused enough of a ruckus yets I guess for them to comes fer me," he said before taking a drink of his ginger-ale. Setting the plastic cup back down he looked over towards Cecily with a bit pity on his features and shook his head as he cleared his throat.

"No, no, yous listen to me Miss. Ain't no ones death yer fault unless you dids it yerself. Evens then, shit storms happen and if yous protecting yerself it ain't yer fault. Don'ts be gettin' into that mindset, it be dangerous. Yous work with cops, peoples is gonna die. It's parts of our job. Yous keeps movin'," he added in a stern but understanding voice before leaning back in his seat and getting comfortable "Anyways, if a damn rattlesnake ain't been able to takes my ass out yet, I ain'ts gonna be worryin' none," he added with a bit of a chuckle as he tapped his leg, indicating he had been bitten at least once by a poisonous snake.

"So's wanna tells me what you be thinkin' is all yer fault?"

Flight AA 296: Will update again once Mali is posted for.

Flight MSS 1: There was a short email sent back from Maria. It would inform him that for now all she could get from legal was that they were fine to stay out of town as long as they were back within the week. If they couldn't get back in time to let her know and she would see if she could get legal to wrangle an extension or at least some sort of video conference so they could be questioned. The entire letter was formal, all but the last line. She ended it with: Fuck them, deal with this shit first." - In Spanish of course.

They hadn't been able to crack a number for Riley as of yet, not the one that Roy had given her anyways but there was a number for her apartment in Boston Heights and for her parents house in Grimm. There was also notification that Riley's sister Chloe had been killed recently in Justice and had been transferred to Riley to fly back to Grimm along with flight information that showed that Riley and two detectives had flown out of Justice the night before and landed in Chicago on the red eye this morning. Det. Priya Khurana and Roy Gregory.

The flight was going smooth now. At least as smooth as one could hope all things considered. A notice came in from the Justice Branch of MSS separate from the previous two. Apparently someone had gotten into the vehicle holdings the night before and stolen several of the company vehicles.

Grimm, Indiana: Tim seemed to let out a sigh of relief. At least he had one willing to give him a hand. He just hoped that Priya would be as well. Nothing against Riley but Priya was a cop and had training. "So, think you can help out as well?" he asked Priya. He hoped that since Riley did and she had come with her she would jump on the bandwagon as well. He was really desperate for help right then.


Deeper Than The Sands

Date: October 5th, 1924



All Decks: By this point Cairo is behind you far in the distance as the boat heads northwest up the Nile. The decks are starting to clear out as people are moving to get ready for dinner. Now dinner on each deck is very different because during this day and age class systems are still very strong, even if they are only defined by the price of your ticket right now.

In the lower level of the ship where even the staff take their meals things are very relaxed. There are not individual tables or even small ones for groups to get together and talk quietly. There are long bench tables that span one end of the room to the other with bench seating. Like cafeteria tables one might see in larger schools or even prison. They are decently nice however. There is no seat assignments and things are relaxed. Food is served buffet style, which means grab your plate and serve yourself before being seated. All foods are local street fare foods popular in Egypt. Ales and Beers and Water are there to drink. Hard liquors are not unless you brought your own. People are loud and rambunctious. Talking drowns out most noises and what it doesn't music played by staff or even other passengers does. This is a good since you are right near the engine.

The Main deck has two lounges. One open air and one enclosed. Both are just your general bar type areas with tables scattered about. People don't really eat there unless it is some soft of small finger food or appetizer that has been placed out. Can't order more unless it is drinks. Anything hard or upscale costs a pretty penny and isn't covered in the cost of travel unless you have an Elite Level Ticket. Though no many of those are caught there. Most people mulling around here are from the lower level who just want some peace and quiet while still being social. That or have a major gambling habit and just want to play poker.

The Second Deck has more formal seating but the seats are not reserved. Tablecloths and the basics. You are waited on here and most of the people on this level are middle class or servants of the Elite who are taking a meal before they have to get to their employers above. You will have an option of several different meat choices before being served. Meals are served in 2 courses. Bread/Sides/Meat and then a small dessert. Wine, Beer, Ale, and water are free of charge, anything more does cost extra out of pocket and it not included in the cost of ticket.

The Elite Deck is a full seven course meal that is served slowly and with grandeur. All drinks are part of the fare of the ticket. Seating is assigned and it is the least crowded area. Light music is provided but nothing that would drown out polite conversation. Since the weather is nice currently and the air is cooling, dinner is served on the Sun Deck above and not in the Meeting Room of this deck. The Lounge will serve anything an Elite Ticket wishes as they play Poker, shoot Craps, talk, etc.

Character Proceeding Forward: George kept his eyes on Vera for a time before looking back over to his sister. Time was never on his side. Nodding he followed her up the stairs after showing his ticket. He couldn't help but chuckle just a bit at her want. "Yes, mmm pudding would be nice," he mused as they walked down the hallway to Gene's room. Part of him wanted to stay out in the hallway and wait for Vera, escort her to her room, and make sure she was safe but Gene had said she needed to tell him something important. She wouldn't have come all this way if it wasn't something that could wait too long. Taking a deep breath he followed her into the room and shut the door behind him.

Vera looked over towards Nora and smiled that she felt the same way. "Oh how wonderful, Should we meet back at the stairs when we are ready?" she asked as they made their way passed each check point. Catching a glimpse of George going into a room with his sister as they moved. She kept her hand on the rail each flight of steps they took, she didn't want to trip over her own two feet. Thankfully since she didn't have her nose buried in a book and wasn't babbling on about history she was able to keep her focus on getting to her room. "See you shortly then," she said kindly to Nora before breaking off from her to go to her personal quarters.

George had seated himself in a chair and was staring blankly at the ground. The news hit him hard. Harder than perhaps he had expected. The woman hadn't been his mother but she was like a mother to him in many ways even if they had not been especially close. They had a special bond, or had had a special bond. Nodding as the news was delivered. Reaching up he took off his mask and revealed what he kept so closely hidden. He knew it wouldn't shock Gene, she had seen it before and right then he just couldn't keep the thing on. The news weighed too heavily on him.

Finishing at quick light grooming and checking of her personal things Vera grabbed her ticket and slipped it into the pocket of her skirt before heading back out of her room. Closing and locking the door behind her she began to make her way back to the stairs leading down to the second deck. She waited for Nora to arrive but did not wait idly. In her hand she held a small note book she had put together and was scribbling down in it things that she hadn't gotten a chance to as of yet. They had been busy and this was the first chance she had gotten to update her notes. Granted it wasn't what someone might call a normal notebook, it was a more of a journal she was using as such.

Standing up George put his mask back on and took his sister into his arms and hugged her tightly. "I'm mmm glad you came," was all he said before letting her go and heading towards the door. "I should check on Lady Munn," he said changing the subject. It wasn't so much as he wanted to get away from his sister but between Peter dying and now this news he wanted to make sure, now more than ever, that he finished the job here and kept Vera safe. Opening the door he checked his weapons quickly before getting to the stairs and showing his ticket.

A curl of hair fell over her features as she kept writing, not even noticing people as they came up and went down the stairs. Her bottom lip curling as she wrote. She was in a world of her own that she didn't notice the man coming towards her that ran right into her. She nearly lost her footing and took a tumble down the stairs. She would have if an arm hadn't come along her waist and caught her. Looking up she found herself staring at the blank gaze of George's mask. "MMmmm are you alright?" he asked as he righted her before leaning down and picking up the pencil she had dropped.

Taking it gingerly in her finger she nodded quickly and nervously. "Oh um, yes. Thank you Mr... I mean George, thank you George," she said correcting herself. He had insisted that she call him by his first name, as had Nora. Swallowing lightly. "What...what are you doing up here?" she asked as he slowly stepped away from her.

"Making sure mmm you are safe," he said as he eyed the man rushing down the stairs without even a second glance back at the woman he had nearly caused grievous injury to because of his haste.
@FantasyChic I am sorry but you have gone over counter and are removed from this rp.




October 31st, 1943 - A Welcome Invitation


"Why ain't that just kindly of you ma'am but as the big fella says, we gots plenty of folk. Nows if you want to be looking around you are more than welcome. We have some great acts and they won't be doing much of anything until everything is set up. They do love meeting new people," Samson said in a kind voice as he leaned forward on his cane some.

Walking back over to the group Jonesy nodded a bit, he spotted the girls arm and quirked a brow. It reminded him of something from his past. "Well hello there miss. Samsons the name and this here carnival is my game," he said as he turned his attention towards Faith as she came over. "This here be Jonesy," he added introducing the man of little words to the newest arrival. Gio seemed to be going along with things now that the papers were in order.

As James came running over everything seemed to stop. Samson and Jonesy exchanged a look between the two before Samson cleared his throat. "That sounds familiar," Samson let slip and Jonesy nodded.

"Yup," was all he said. "Want me to get the troupe moving?" he asked his boss.

"That be right good Jonesy. Let's get things set up if you all would be kind enough to clear a path for us," Samson said before tipping his hat and walking back with Jonesy towards the lead truck. Once the two were loaded in, Gio got the gates fully open and the long convoy started to pull through. All the vehicles were old and look like they had survived the Dust Bowl nearly a decade ago. There were trailers and trucks painted but faded and peeling with all sorts of acts advertised. Snake dancers, strong men, sword swallowers, card readers, conjoined twins, and more. The most prominent one was the wagon that Jonesy had run to so he could speak with Management. It read Eternia Siduri, the Albino Mentalist with a painting of an albino female on the side with bright pink eyes.


Year 5: Update

Date: April 1st, 2012








Wayne Maldonado


Location: Okefenokee: C8 (Road)
Skills:Athletics, Pistols, Hunting


Wayne took aim and pulled the trigger on the gun in his left hand. It jammed. "Cock-juggling thunder cunt," he grumbled as he lowered it and took aim with the gun in his right hand. It jammed. "Mother fucking piss bucket!" he yelled. This was not his moment to shine it seemed. Of all the times for not one but two guns to jam, that was the worst possible second. He had five walkers in front of him and now he had just missed taking out nearly half of the pack. The man barely had a chance to get the guns slipped into his waist line as one of the lunged.

"Oh fuck no twinkle toes," Wayne yelled as he side stepped it and pulled out his machete. "Incoming Hanktholomew, knock the fucker in the nuts," he exclaimed as he got ready for another and kept a check on his six only just slightly. The last thing he wanted after that bad run was to get his own head knocked off with Hanks back swing. Thing was, Wayne wasn't the only one having a moment.

Back behind the him where the others were coming from it seemed like the preacher man was having issues of his own as he seemed to be suddenly disoriented before dropping to the ground convulsing. He was not sweating anymore and he didn't look good. Granted, could anyone really look good when they drop having a seizure? Or was it something else? God it was hot.



Tatiana Newnan


Location: Headland: East Main Street (E7 - Station Wagon Front Seat Passenger -> Street -> Back in the car again)
Skills: Survival, People Reading, Psychology, Counseling, Basic First Aide


Tatiana looked over towards Riley and nodded. "Ve keep going way car was going, that vay. Not far," she said before turning around and taking a look at Jack. It seemed he was only paying attention to Jamie, which was understandable. He had never met his son before today and if there was anything left of the loving man she had married she doubted he was going to ever take his eyes off the little one. It brought the smallest of smiles to her lips even in a sorrowful way. She wished he had not missed all these months. Jamie was just watching his dad and babbling in baby talk. Tatiana could have told Jack his chances of hearing dada was slim right now but she chose not to, it was too damn adorable watching him try to get Jamie to speak.

Hearing Ash, Tatiana jerked her head to the right and jumped out of the car. "Da, good see you," she said as she got closer and took a look at his shoulder. The woman only had basic first aide training but she had spent nearly a year of her life in Newnan under Froggy's instruction and then months after the fall of Newnan alone with him. She learned more than just the physical aspect of things. Looking up at Ash she took a breath. "Pressure for nov and da have plan. Get to shelter, kill rest, and hov you say? Hunker dovn? They have supplies," she said filling in Ash. He may have asked Jack but Jack was watching Jamie and trying to get his son to say da-da.

"Come, you sit. Your god son need meet you," she said flatly. She wasn't the same bubbly ballerina she had been back in Newnan. While she hadn't talked to Jack about making Ash the Godfather, it was one of those things she held on to over the last months. Everyone around Ash seemed to die but he kept trucking. He was a protector and took that job seriously. If shit happened to her and Jack she had no doubt Ash would protect the fuck out of the kid. She would help Ash into the passenger side back seat if he let her before climbing back into the passenger side front seat. Only seats left now were in the back of the car.
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