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Calling out from Scatman's world
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Called into action - by threats that seem harmonized
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Current GM of World of Light. When it comes to writing, there's nothing I love more than imagination, engagement, and commitment. I'm always open to talk, suggestion, criticism, and collaboration. While I try to be as obliging, helpful, and courteous as possible, I have very little sympathy for ghosts, and anyone who'd like to string me along. Straightforwardness is all I ask for.

Looking for more personal details? I'm just some dude from the American south; software development is my job but games, writing, and trying to help others enjoy life are my passions. Been RPing for over a decade, starting waaaay back with humble beginnings on the Spore forum, so I know a thing or two, though I won't pretend to be an expert. If you're down for some fun, let's make something spectacular together.

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Actually, Venge's going to be in the cave. I'm working on the post as we speak, and I'll leave it open-ended so that you can choose to interact with him or not, though I'd definitely recommend it.
Like I said, it's mostly for the character. Venge is somewhat based on the ironic idea of being a really exuberant fighter at heart but being unable to perform any attacks.

Thank you for acceptance, Hiro. I regret that due to traveling on the impending Spring Break I may post a lot less often over the coming week than I wanted. Still, I'll make every effort to give it my best.
Amalvi said
oh you...


Did I miss some sort of rule? Blackbelt is a Pokemon item, after all. Slight boost to fighting-type moves and 'determination'. Chose it more for character than functionality. Hmm...do those items not exist in Mystery Dungeon?
The instant Adam felt tiny particles forming beneath his fingers on the steering wheel and sliding over its rubbery surface onto his lap, he realized the events of the early morning had not been some flu=induced hallucination and promptly pulled over. With no rest stop, convenience store, gas station, or other such luxury in sight, he was forced to stop his vehicle on the side of the highway, accompanied an irate beep sounding from another motorist who had been obliged to slow down as Adam did the same before pulling over. Luckily this particular stretch of road was rather remote, with only short stretches of grass and a bulwark of trees on either side. Now thoroughly at a halt, parking break engaged and all, Adam examined his hands again and found more irritating grains of sand. The same flowing chill from earlier crept over the hairs on Adam's neck. This was absolutely not right. Should he see a doctor? This seemed more like a job for a priest than a physician. His mind couldn't help but jump to conclusions, some ranging from decently plausible to downright science fiction. Was somebody playing a practical joke on him? Had he taken some sort of psychoactive drug? Was he going crazy, or had scientists somewhere, somehow, created some sort of serum that altered his body...to make sand? Was this God's doing?

As these questions plagued him, he initially failed to notice a slight but steady rise in the amount of sand falling from his hands. It wasn't until he shifted his legs and felt a swath of powder slide off him onto the floor that he realized that he had a problem. After carefully checking to make sure no oncoming traffic would callously flatten him, Adam shoved open the driver's-side door and stiffly, awkwardly made his exit. Over thirty years of driving and he still hadn't mastered getting out of a car...but there were more pressing concerns. Still dribbling sand, he meandered a short distance away from the road. The sand was now falling quickly enough to make a definite trail, with little mounds where he tried to stop. Adam's old nerves were beginning to tremble; he was nothing if not freaked out. He held his hands aloft in an almost reverential manner, trying to determine the source of the problem but still not sure if this was all some sort of dream. It certainly seemed real.

Suddenly, a huge blast of sound from the direction of the road startled him, and he whirled just in time to see an eighteen-wheeler thunder past. Neither Adam or his car were posing any sort of complication to the highway just now; maybe the truck driver just wanted to impress him. Dimly Adam remembered from his childhood a biker that lived in his neighborhood who would boisterously rev his engine whenever he passed a pedestrian. Worse still, it seemed that the egregious noise had given him a headache. He raised a hand (which was, mercifully, finally free of sand) to his forehead for a good rub, meant to mitigate the rising pain there in accordance with the gate-control theory of pain--the one thing he remembered from college psychology classes. While doing this, he noticed a rather large pile of sand at his feet, but that wasn't what caused him to freeze in utter disbelief; a little motorcycle made of sand rested on the pile. Adam recoiled and aimed a kick at the tiny bike, which -to his further shock- rolled backward of its own accord to avoid the strike. Suddenly fearful some sort of dark design was at play, Adam lashed out again, and this time the sand construct burped to life and raced away across the grass toward the highway, where it sped into the road and was promptly obliterated by a forest-green minivan. As the dust settled, Adam's lips moved up and down, but no sound came out. Then, with a speed bordering on hysteric, he jumped back into his own car and made his way onto the highway once more. He needed a doctor...or perhaps a priest. Whichever he found first would do.
Starting off near the mouth of that Beach Cave might work out well for the character I have in mind. Thanks for the info.

Oh, fantastic! I've read the backstory and the current story and I've got a character in mind. If I post it and get accepted, how exactly would you suggest I begin? Waking up confused, perhaps? I'm not too familiar with Mystery Dungeon locations.
I'm going to have another post done in short order.
Looks like I've stumbled upon yet another great-looking roleplay I wished I had found earlier. I don't suppose it's too late to get involved?
Dangit, this looks like fun; villains are my favorite. Why is it I always find the great RPs just too late for me to get involved?
This roleplay looks like a ton of fun. i wish I had looked into it when I had the chance! I mean, I already independently created an RWBY OC and everything.
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