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    1. Leaves 11 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current It's been a while since I roleplay'ed. With filing for unemployment, a lot of free time has opened up. I hope I can join despite the rep sheet I have for being inactive for some time.
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9 yrs ago
I'm just going to drop this. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
9 yrs ago
Is there someway that I can report the person below me?
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9 yrs ago
This roleplay gives out free cookies. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
9 yrs ago
Trapped in TV Land Cliche roleplayerguild.com/topics/…

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Fitness Feya

There's A Boat In My Swimming Path


Feya’s arms and legs were shifting back and forth. The woman of fitness kept a good rhythm of body motions. Her technique involved saving a lot of stamina in order to beat Isuza. There was a matter of beating her in speed, but Feya might possibly tire her out.

Feya had her eyes glued to the water. Her body bobbed up and down each wave. She couldn’t make out any noise around her due to the water reaching toward her ears. All she could hear was the sound of water briefly hitting her ears. That, and her constant breathing exercises to maintain stamina.

Her muscles noticed a slight change in the waves. She smiled on the inside and acknowledged most likely Isuza must be nearing her. The waves were shifting direction and Feya only assumed Isuza’s admirable swimming strength was at fault. The fitness woman at to make a decision: does she pick up her speed or keep at a constant pace?

“Screw it,” Feya scoffed. She started throwing her arms into the water and dropping her legs with intense ferocity. The woman burst through the opposing waves. At this point, she was climbing over them. Each arm paddle created a loud splash of water. Feya began exaggerating a certain victory.

Thud! “What the f-?” Feya massaged her scalp when she slammed into a hard surface. She dug her hand into her hair to fully caress her now-growing bump. It was small, but it was still a blemish to her temple of a body. Tilting her head back, she noticed a gigantic ship in front of her.

Kicking her legs to stay afloat, her face turned sour. She knocked on the body of the floating vessel. “Hey, what’s the big idea?!” Feya Fitness proceed to keep throwing her fists into the ship. ”You interrupted my race! What’s the matter with you? Do I swim in the middle of your ship...routines?”

Every word only increased the pitch and volume in the female body builder’s voice. ”Do you get kicks putting your ship in people’s way? In the middle of the ocean? DO YOU?!” She began attempting to climb the ship’s wall. The hardest part was trying to get a grip. ”You stopped an important victory in my milestone!!”

Banned for because.
Oh god. I'm going to have an attachment disorder. I totally forgot that the girl's fairy dragon bit the dust by those gorilla creatures. I was going to name my pets individually, and start a family.

InB4

"Why, Cupcake? Why could it not have been me instead?"
Male Alice or Red King? Hmm....I would really like to be a villain.

-drool-

I think I've made my choice. I would like to become the Red King.
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@Leaves
I'd say Trainers will start out with 1 Monster (insert Pokemon theme song) and have enough slots for 2 at level 1. However, as you may have noticed, you are allowed to go and capture Monsters starting level one. I'm still filling in the details for Trainer since they work a little differently than other Classes.


I will now and forever say "I choose you" in the IC when initiating a summon. You made me this way.

Okay, that sounds fair enough. One question was on my mind. Can I spawn more than one copy of a monster? I know an ogre is a bit strong and summoning two at once is overkill, but how about a crow? Would I be able to summon just one or a murder?

Enemies


The convict patted his body uncontrollably. The fire caused parts of his body to begin peeling. His blood began boiling and his skin was producing sweat. Roars and hisses were heard alternatively. Slave was acting like a maniac while the shrunken head tried his best to console the dumbfounded individual.

The convict suddenly had his right shoulder pushed back. It swung backwards with enough strength to have him stumble in the same direction. A huge piece of concrete had dislocated his shoulder. Today was not his day. The fat criminal saw the lizard man charging towards him. Preparing a stance, he readied himself for the charging green giant.

With only his left arm, Kurt was easily able to overpower the obese man. As a normal response, the convict attempted to use his other arm. It was all too much; there were so many variables that his dumb mind couldn’t keep up. Being consumed by flames and a dislocated shoulder brought enough stress to his body that he lost his grip.

The shrunken head dropped to the floor and rolled behind the giant feet of the convict.


Marcus Winters


Marcus kept pushing out his flames. His forehead dripped sweat as he constantly drew out the fire. He never preferred using fire against an opponent. Burning someone alive and hearing their screams would always be haunting. The boy has seen horror movies and suspenseful thrillers; they sometimes showcased the villain of the show or even a protagonist cry out in flames.

Television had it way wrong. This was real-life. The screams from the convict were genuine and discomforting to hear. It was evident that he tried killing Marcus and the other two, but he couldn’t help feel wrongful for his actions. Marcus saw how the fire affected the criminal.

Turning his head, he could hear the titanium girl speak. She appeared to be out of stamina. Currently, she was hugging onto a street pole for balance. Marcus scoffed, “I think you should worry about yourself right now.” Marcus glanced back at the fight. His flames might have affected Kurt too; however, Marcus tried his best to aim at the corpulent thug.

Marcus then saw something roll behind the convict. His eyes opened wide once he came to the realization. “The shrunken head…” He gasped and dropped his hands to his side. Going into a full sprint, he dived towards the cement floor. His elbows slammed into the pavement. The boy breathed hard as he reached for the charm and grasped onto its face.

“I got you now, sucker.” He teased as he looked at the shrunken head in his hand. The texture was scratchy. Even up close, the charm was revolting to look at. “Any last words?” Marcus recognized the head scrunched its face to express anger. It began to unhinge its mouth like a snake. The shrunken head released a deafening wail.

Marcus screamed along as his ears began to bleed. He responded by trying to cover them up with his shoulders. “Damn you. Just die!” With anger, Marcus discharged fire from his palms. In a matter of seconds, the shrunken head shifted into a pile of ashes.


Narrative


A thousand whispers of torture surrounded the three teenagers and the convict. They all came at once. Black smoke erupted from Marcus’ hand. It was hard to explain the supernatural events that were happening. The whispers were speaking in English, but because it was all at once it was difficult to decipher.

One second, they were speaking. Another second, complete silence. The fat convict broke into a fit. He stopped resisting Kurt and allowed the giant lizard to push him onto the floor. The flame began swallowing him as Kurt pulled his hair. Hard to understand, but it was possible that Slave might have been frustrated. The convict had a look of despair on his face.

The criminal then stopped fidgeting. His entire body went limp and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The sound of fire and the smell of burning flesh was the only thing present. Most likely, the death wasn’t from the fire or the dislocated shoulder. Could it have been from the charm?

The obese criminal’s physical self began glowing a bright blue. It was a strange reaction likely to scare the teenagers. His entire body was becoming swallowed by a blue light. Afterwards, he materialized out of thin air. A couple feet away, the same reaction was happening to the body of Predator Percy.

Sound of speakers turned on. Initializing congratulations dialogue. All convicts have been defeated. Objective complete. Good work...maggots. A victory horn salute could be heard afterward which came off as kind of sarcastic given the current mood.


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