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Banned for lame-ntation.

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

This isn't dead and I haven't forgotten this roleplay as addressed in the discord chat. The problem still remains, but hope is coming.

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

This isn't dead and I haven't forgotten this roleplay as addressed in the discord chat. The problem still remains, but hope is coming.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 300
Renn: 6
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 10
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8

Totoro
Health: 550
Mana: 000
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 1

Dubstepp raised his right eyebrow. He let the concept of a guild swish around his mind for a moment. The musician considered the motion, but he was not entirely sure if that's something he wanted to do. Even then, it looked like Reylan was becoming the class favorite. Dubstepp wondered if he really wanted to be under another person.

He locked his teeth together and looked at the floor. Dubstepp did not object, he did not say anything. Blinking momentarily, he got off the stool off the bar and walked out of the inn. Totoro dragged his feet along to follow its master. Dubstepp placed his pockets in his attire. Midnight turned the city into a different atmosphere altogether. The streets were not lively as they once were during the day. Only a few NPCs lurked around.

"C'mon, Totes. We are headed to the garden," he snapped his fingers. "With you, we should only need to take one trip." He referred to the mission regarding flower collecting. Dubstepp believed this might be the best possible time to do a quick errand. While walking, Dubstepp took out his notebook and pen.

He tapped the pen on his chin. He then considered what he said for a moment. The game's creator seemed to symbolize the imporantance of sleep; without slumber, the game grants certain penatlies. Before, Dubstepp received a reduction in his health bar for not having enough hours of sleep. Dubstepp sighed and decided to head back to his room. The best decision was leaving to the garden in the moring.

He climbed on his pet's shoulders and began writing. His rabbit friend continued walking to Dubstepp's personal room. "A lot has happened so I should have plenty to write about." He said with confidence. His pen tip hit the paper and thus he started to write.



"Alright, Dubstepp here,
Your contemporary Shakespeare,
Making verses and beats appear,
I become exhausted,
Standing in a virtual cage--I'm a hostage,
I'm counting up my losses,
No risks, proceed with caution
Otherwise, I'm in a coffin
Coughing often,
I'm at the bottom,
that's uncommon,
Nowhere near autumn,
But I ain't stopping,
music career lit, they'll love me in Boston

Now ain't this something,
one dungeon trip and people start judging,
one dungeon trip and people aren't coming,
I lost my Aura,
Too much horror,
Reylan taking the hardest, he wanna explorer,
Kaijin, where he been?
I never even seen him.
Though, hope they rest and stay blessed,
They must have been too pressed and stressed,
And I am impressed,
Because sometimes I can't digest,
I want to protest, but I'm possessed,
Don't want to address,
I am depressed,
By my own limitations and fear
Get out of here.

I have three people on my shit list,
first, the chick came with her wrist,
gave my ear a twist,
too much animosity,
I'm a mage too, why the hostility?
Is this a form of jealousy?
I work with music, not comedy
I might retaliate consciously
Mage prodigy, pet quality,
But you gave an apology,
And that's modesty,
so we straight.

But wait,
here comes the irate teammate,
harsh words, he tries to derate,
Two cents, he donates,
Not one to cooperate,
I didn't think things would escalate.
Where did it go?
I thought I had good Karma,
C'mon,
now I have bad Karma,
Healer got me in some melodrama.
Lost respect,
though last I checked,
Known you for only two days, correct?
don't let the alcohol take effect,
You're drinking but you ain't thinking.
Let's end this before there's a beginning.

Now here's our final contestant,
how unpleasant,
he set up this whole virtual assessment.
Pissing me off is his profession,
here's the confession: it's Morgoth.
So that was cute with the love letter,
no return address, now that's clever,
If you did, I will bring the terror,
Make your life a 404 Error.
You want to know if I am a failure or success?
Prepare your defense,
I'm coming at you with an intense intent,
giving you an all-expense offense,
Go ahead and say your amen.
I am the best.
You might be the God of this world, but I'm agnostic
Give me a chance, show you I'm psychotic.
Make your blood run like faucet,
I'm better than all of your bosses.
Feed you to my bunny,
ain't that funny?

Can't beat me or my friend Totoro,
Watch out or you won't see tomorrow,
give you the one-two combo,
I am best in business and best in show.
I make all the money and get all the hoes.
Need an older chick though--their asses a bit older,
Innkeeper Hans be like "Send them lasses over."

I am getting off track,
Bottomline, step back,
I will make you blue and back,
Using thwacks and smacks,
I will make a soundtrack,
Yo boy is making a comeback!

I know I win if we fight, I got the perfect pitch
In which, you get a glitch,
I'm standing fit,
You cry to your mom, what a snitch.
Don't worry cuz' I fought wolves so I know how to handle a b-."

Dubstepp stopped when he noticed Totoro arrived at the front door of the room. "Wow, I just totally blacked out. I think I have major problems, Totes. A lot of problems..." He climbed off of his shoulders and put his items back in his pocket.

---

Dubstepp woke up the next morning. Without any time to spare, he leaped off the bed and captured his pet's attention. Grudgingly though, he did want more sleep but the thought of a quest did peak his motivation. He headed off to the garden. He did not bother saying hi to anyone. Like a rabbit (similar to Totoro), he skidded through the pub and the city afterwards.

_{Interacting with:
Everyone}

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

I don't know, man. Those seem very threatening and ominous. More like Dark Brotherhood, not enough Fairy Tale. And it's also in an internet.

The Marching Band
School of Rock
The Losers' Club
The Warriors
After Aura, Keeping Kajin
The ROFLMAO House
We_Hate_Wolves
Super Special Awesome Tea (Too many characters, couldn't put the "M". It's Tea.)
AFK
GameHeadz
Kitten Renegades
Lion's Paw
Stay Woke
Willing to Frat (WTF)
LAWLipop Squad
Keep Pwning
Cool Kids
IDONTWANTTOBEINYOURGUIL
WOW_Is_Better
Keep Party, Never Stumble
All For One...
Ancient Army of Awesome (Triple-A Batteries)
LEGO My Aggro
Said She Was Eighteen
Weapon Vendor (People mistake us for real vendors)
MMOS before Hoes
It Burns When I PVP
Crit Happens
ERROR: Loading Guild Name

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 300
Renn: 6
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 10
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8

Totoro
Health: 550
Mana: 000
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 1

Dubstepp crossed his arms behind his head. This battle turned out to be a cakewalk. Totoro finished a couple of the wolves with his area effect attack. Despite how he felt before entering the dungeon, Dubstepp became confident enough to push on through. The strongest enemy of today was no doubt the giant white wolf. If they chose to head back, level 7 or 8 is an appropriate rank to return. More than likely, they will be able to push on through as if they were fighting boars.

Dubstepp sighed, the group already decided to return to the city. He eyed his giant bunny creature; the trainer chose not to return him back into a wooden charm. His speculation was that he would have to save up for some of the spells that unlocked after reaching certain levels. The boy was confident he leveled up more than once during his journey through the wolve's den.

The trip back was almost silent. Dubstepp wondered if the rewards were worth the long trip; they must have traveled over 50 miles. The musician looked at his inventory; he did not feel comfortable with the lack of items he received. After a while of discreet moping, he noticed an email from a mysterious person.

Weirdly enough, the message came from the master of the game. Dubstepp read the message--then he read it again. He deleted the message from his inbox. "What an asshole," he muttered. "I'll show you," he threatened. Dubstepp realized he would have to help the game master come to a decision: that Dubstepp is a success.

---

Dubstepp yawned at the inn. He couldn't believe he made it. Walking felt so tedious after some time passed. Dubstepp was glad he returned with some new stats, money in hand, as well as a better understanding of how to play the game. Dubstepp looked up at the innkeeper once his ears caught something a bit odd. The teenager's cheeks showed a flushed color.

He observed his surroundings to see if anyone else heard it. Coughing, he decided to speak to the innkeeper. "So there are escorts in this world? That's surprising given I thought this was a family game. This raises a lot of questions no doubt. Is there an extra charge that goes with it? Can I accidentally have a little NPC Dubstepp running around if I don't wear any protection? What about an STD, man? I need to know these things..." Dubstepp spontaneously jumped into a barrage of questions that the innkeeper probably did not have the answers to.

"What's an STD?" asked the Innkeeper.

"Nevermind, I'll do it when I'm ready or not. I don't know." Dubstepp forced a smile and stared at Hans till it became awkward. Alisea and Karma proceeded to mention Dubstepp; it was nice timing given the weird exchange with the innkeeper. Dubstepp looked at Totoro who was basically standing still; the rabbit constantly breathed heavily. Dubstepp nodded, "Past is the past. I walked all of my it off. Though I might still write you guys in my journal and diss yall," he shrugged his shoulders. "I think I might go visit the local pet shop. I need to find another beast to train, but before that, I need like to do a million other things. Trainer probs."

_{Interacting with:
Everyone}

Chicken Leg [OPEN]

Roman did not how to respond. A bunch of soldiers began surrounding him -- almost as if he was the prime suspect. The kid chuckled nervously and pulled the collar of his shirt. A trickle of sweat dripped down his forehead; the men obviously had weapons which did cause some panic inside Roman. He particularly would not have felt so nervous if he was armed too. His giant poultry weapon was at his home so there was no chance he could show it off as an intimidation tactic.

"Whoa, whoa! I did not sleep with that woman," he tried to detain the situation by joking around. He put his hands up to show no harm."You guys get it? It's my Cosby impersonation. Or Murry," he laughed. After a few seconds, he forced a smile and shook his head. "I never finished a history class so I don't know if that's 100% accurate," he admitted.

His lack of presidential knowledge annoyed one of the soldiers. He shook his blunt 2x4 back and forth ordering Martin to pipe down. "Okay, okay. No need to get so Hillary on me, man."

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Interacting with: @OptimusKel@LemonZest1337@Soph123@Polaris North

The soldier looked around and listened to the words of the man with a pipe in hand. Almost all of them tighten their grip around their weapons. It seemed too odd that all of the weirdos were collected at a murder scene. One soldier frankly responded by saying he did not believe the individual. Another soldier spouted that he thought the whole situation was fishy. Then everyone began speaking up at once. It was almost hard to hear or catch what anyone was trying to say.

Before anyone could speak coherently, the restaurant's entrance doors opened wide. Everyone still spoke out loud without even checking who had entered the building. A man with boots tapped on the floorboards to gain everyone's attention, but that did not work. He attempted to cough; however, no one listened or paid attention. Growing agitated, he put two fingers to his mouth and made a loud whistle.

All the men in the building stopped talking and turned around. There stood the man of the town, Nunchucks, looking quite displeased with the situation. He tipped his cowboy hat up and his hands at his waist. Eyeing the scene, he started bouncing his head up and down. "Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?" Some men began to open their mouth, but Nunchucks stopped them with a hand gesture.

"Not you, not you, not fucking you." He said pointing at each individual. The sheriff of the town observed the woman crying in pain on the floorboard. He then saw the kitchen door open where the dead zombie laid. "You, tell me what is going on," his index finger pointed in Jonathan's direction. The masked man holding the lead pipe intrigued Nunchucks.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 600
Mana: 400 >> 300
Renn: 6
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 10
Strength: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8

Totoro
Health: 400 >> 550
Mana: 50 >> 100 >> 000
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 7
Mana: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 1

Dubstepp shook his head after the tussel with Alisea. He attempted to clear his mind and acted accordingly to the sharing process of the loot. The party split the rewards evenly; Dubstepp became impressed on how each item had a purpose for its owner. Dubstepp managed to receive a mana potion and a wooden totem for Totoro. "I have no idea how this thing works," Dubstepp thought to himself.

Dubstepp inspected the item and immediately gained an ephiany. He remembered that Totoro had a similar charm that looked like him. This particular wooden totem was plain-looking which suggests that Dubstepp needs to tame another animal for this to work properly. Dubstepp put the charm into his pocket for future use. The thought of having another pet would grealty aid him in battle. Even then, the second item proved to be benefical as well.

Looking at the liquid in the jar, he was grateful for the mana potion. Summoning and healing a monster took a lot out of his blue meter. Although, he probably wasn't going to need it given the party felt like leaving anytime soon. After two battles, the group appeared tired, which only says a lot for in preparation for a dungeon boss.

Dubstepp placed both of the objects in his inventory. He walked behind the team and called out his Totoro to follow. The musician followed along until the group met another monster, or a pack of monsters. Dubstepp clenched his teeth when he noticed more wolves. The fanged beasts started to become annoying more than threatening. Before pushing Totoro into battle, Dubstepp gave him more mana and health via magic spells.

Once the aid was given, Dubstepp sent him forward to the front to stun the wolves. Trying to focus on the battle, everyone tried to talking to him at once. People wasn't thinking straight, or they just tried to keep digging. Dubstepp scoffed, "That's not how it works. I cannot do what you are asking and even then, I wouldn't. Do you really think it would be most beneficial to tame a 100HP wolve? There is a reason why they are fighting in a pack of six!" Dubstepp attempted to explain to Alisea.

He couldn't tame the wolve even he could. He would have to level up to three in order to gain a new spell for an additional companion. Dubstepp won't be able to acheive that until he leaves the dungeon. The wolf looked too weak to become any use in the future, anyways. After speaking to Alisea, Dubstepp turned over to the other person that mentioned his name, Karma.

Dubstepp peered over to Karma's direction and then to the battle. "Careful, Karma. You should hold onto your Renn. I don't think I asked for your two cents." He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "I don't know how I will ever get through the day. I might as well kill myself now," Dubstepp sarcastically referred to Karma's comment about respect.

"I met you like two days ago. Calm down," he passively yet aggressively scowled. Dubstepp's expression showed annoyance and irriation. He wondered if what happened was worthy of being spoken again. Dubstepp did not appreciate the tone given to him. He wasn't one that liked being on the fence.
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SUMMARY

Dubstepp uses Heal Monster [Totoro] [50 MP]
Dubstepp uses Mana Restore [Totoro] [50 MP]
Totoro uses Hoppitidy Stomp [100 MP]

_{Interacting with:
Everyone}

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Phoenix Wright

Level: 2
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: Dream Land
Tag:@Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki@Holy Soldier
Word Count: 312
XP:////////// (13/20)

Phoenix Wright did not have any answers or responses. The entire ordeal explained by the blonde swordsman and the striped pajama kid amounted to no sense. The lawyer wished he did not have to participate in these challenges nor did he acknowledge why he was chosen. The other combatants seemed more capable of handling such a task while he, Phoenix Wright remained just a noble ace attorney. What they appeared to deal with might have ranged from small to large enemies. All Phoenix Wright deals with is the occasional lawsuit or murder case.

The conversation ended short. Phoenix Wright felt he had more questions, but apparently, someone was in danger. Surprisingly, Marx turned out to be one of many fights the ace attorney was going to have to suffer through. Wright steadily kept his pace along with the others to the next room. He tried not to exert himself too much on the staircase; a suit can make a man incredibly sweaty.

Once he reached the room, he found himself along with two other cute creatures. He frowned and wondered why the enemies of this land were so small and playful. Phoenix Wright looked around at his surroundings. The room itself was odd; it was unlike the previous room he encountered. A drumset best described the area his party occupied. This somehow predicted the enemies' personalities and powers. The duo talked and hinted at several explosives so that was most likely their gimic.

Wright was going to speak, but the kid spoke first. He gulped and swallowed his words. He decided to let the kid speak first before taking any actions. The ace attorney respected Frisk's attempt at convincing the enemy to stand down. The less bloodshed, the better. Marx did not cooperate, but there was hope that these enemies might differ. Then again, this could just lead to another fight.

Word association Game!

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