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6 mos ago
Current I published a book! jlbrightman.itch.io/ko-luhn…
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7 yrs ago
Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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8 yrs ago
I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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11 yrs ago
[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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@Divinity That is fine, hate admitting it. Though the thought exercise was nice, the necessity for the sudden power drop is obvious from the start. I hate saying things like that, but Baron outclasses Corban.
Well I do have a character I was going to introduce to a competitive tournament who I've been meaning to try out. He'd be strange to fit in. I've gotta write up so much shit for him.
Hey friend, it seems like you've got this a little mixed up. To actually start a roleplay with someone, you need to speak with other folks. Otherwise you're writing a personal narrative, which is totally fine I just realize that you might have a misconception. There's an Arena Chat thread where you can converse with other roleplayers to get them involved in your roleplays here: Arena Chat Thread.

Just trying to get people involved in the Arena so our little community can grow. One of our oldest and best returned recently and that was an exciting little moment.

Hope to find you interested, have a nice evening.
@Divinity
I would be willing to face Corban with Shin, yes.
Well, right now I'm currently in a dead space of fights.

I'm in the mood to fight with Shin, strangely enough.

Not the Shin from the tournament, mind, the real one. The one that takes place two centuries after that tournament and with his actual equipment and abilities.



Alternatively you could fight The Baron, and I'm literally always up for a fight with the Baron.



I am literally up for anything.
@MelonHead
Alternatively I'm a big dumb liar who likes to fall asleep with a cup of whiskey half drank rather than actually click the post button.
Dunnaman glazed over the mention of his energy absorption once Fury shifted his focus back onto the mace, he was inquiring about the location of the planet that he had left. The ones who had saved his life and given him the mace. Without the mace he'd explode, or turn into an abomination. Neither of those sound like a walk in the park. His entire body shook with the realization of what this man might want with those people, because if he made Dunnaman quiver in fear like a child what would he do to them?

It was a desperate thought process, one poor solution after another. Every single conclusion he came up with was a bugger failure than the last. He had nothing, and he might have told Fury where to find them if his ship's power hadn't suddenly cut out. The light disappearaing in the corner of his eye gave him an idea, and he hoped to any higher power that it would work. "Ah c'not tahl yeh whar that thar plahneht ah cahm from ehs. Ehn tha crahsh mah NavCom blew, an now ehs worthlass. Ah had ter mahk a couple jumps durran thah fahrfaght. Loss trahk of mah locashun, ah'm ahs lost ter thar wharabouts as yeh are."

He kept his face exactly as inconfident as it had been during the entire duration of this encounter, hiding the sliver of hope that he held within himself. Praying that his lie was good enough, because he hadn't even inspected his computer's systems. If Fury investigated, he didn't know what he would do.
@MelonHead
Posting once I get home from my shift.
@Skallagrim
Hell, strokes are scary. Friend's stepdad had one and he's still recovering almost a year later. Messed up his right eye something fierce.
His too calm and cool demeanor, the strange reverberations in his voice, the haunting lights crawling in his face. Horror is the closest word and it does no justice to the primal fear lurking behind the eyes of the desperately collected Dunnaman. Fury toyed with his name for a moment, the introductions weren't over and yet he was asking for more information about him. No, not him, about his mace.

What kind of man is he?

Not wanting to engage in hostilities as frequently as he does, Dunnaman kept his tone low and as polite as he could. Withholding any of his usual sarcasm or hot-blooded shouting, something about this guy wasn't right. It was almost as if his instincts were telling him about a predator much higher up the food chain than him, like a barracuda running into a mako. Just feels dangerous all around. "'T was mahd fer mah condahshun. That thar star ah cahm from had daycent folks who halped mah oht, mahd eht ter kehp mah ehnargeh absobshun ehn check. Ahtherwahs ah'd suck up ahll tha mahtter round mah an' probablay ahxplode."

He paused for a moment, trying to work his most pressing question into the conversation in a reasonable way. "Ehrr. . .Sah, what's thah rahson fer yah askehn? Mehster. . .?" He was hoping that leaving the sentence open ended would have him fill in his name, if he didn't then he wouldn't bother trying to ask again.
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