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5 yrs ago
Current I'm bringing Dragon Cave back and no one can stop me.
6 yrs ago
MEEP
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9 yrs ago
I am back into this shit, I guess. Say hello if you'd like.
9 yrs ago
I am one with the force and the force is with me.
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10 yrs ago
I have suddenly become deeply troubled.

Bio

"That's why we must eat the old people first. They can't have that kind of power."


I've been roleplaying for six years, and if I do say so myself I've gotten pretty good. I've been to many roleplay sites around the internet, and for right now I'm happy calling this one home. I write fantasy, high science fiction, and poetry. I'm involved in the Nerdfighteria community as well, making the world suck a little bit less one day at a time. Though sometimes it's rough and incredibly time-consuming, roleplaying has brought me some of my closest friends, some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever met. This train is still going, and there's no stop in sight! DFTBA.

The Disappointment Club:


"What the fuck did I just read"


We're special-ed special forces, the most exclusive internet club that no one wants to join, and the most thoroughly disappointing group of individuals the world has ever seen (we even disappoint when it comes to disappointing). Together, we're quite possibly the best six friends the internet has know.

- @Junkmail : Living Proof That God is Dead.
- @He Who Walks Behind : I still won't forgive him for what he did to that starfish.
- @Dragonbud : Her Gregory Cosplay is fire.
- @Surtr : I think he's still trying to pimp me... Help.
- @Spoopy Scary : He's Greg.

List of Super-Power Pet Peeves:

-Shadow Powers
-Blood Powers
-Pain Powers
-"Dimensional Storage" Powers
-Spider Powers

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John "Grit" Crane



“Not quite the farm,” Grit replied. He stopped to chuckle. “But awful close to it. I’m from Northeastern Oklahoma. Grew up in a small town there. Being in this big-ass spaceship is rather, uh, out of my element, you could reckon.” He looked up once more at the high walls and arcing glass ceiling and shivered. Everything around him, even the trees, struck him as distinctly unnatural. Even the night sky looked different from space. It was darker, farther spread apart, and foreboding. A bluish glow off to one side told him where the Earth was relative to the ship. And it was black, black as tar or strong coffee. All of it was so...eerie.

Grit overheard a man from the crowd nearby that orientation was going to start soon. He looked ahead towards the center of the room, where people were beginning to congregate in front of a large wood-and-metal stage. He wondered what the people who ran the school looked like, what their powers were. They had to be incredibly strong to hold authority on a space station filled with supernaturally-powerful people, he thought. He turned to Procella.

“We should probably head towards the stage,” Grit said. “Seems like the orientation is starting soon. I’d really love to see what kind of people run a crazy place like this.”

@He Who Walks Behind
<Snipped quote by Spoopy Scary>

In theory they can't do squat to each other.


Does electrokinesis make you immune to punching now?
@Maxx

I have updated the character list.

Fuck off.


Eat two and a half dicks.
<Snipped quote by KaiserElectric>

Okay. I'm defeated. Life bar empty. Dropped my loot.


Just Bones? Come on man! Those don't even get me a lot of prayer experience! At least drop a fucking sword or something.
John "Grit" Crane




The girl spoke slowly and thoughtfully. It seemed to John like she was trying to say something about the poster, but he wasn't sure what she was trying to say. Thinking about it himself, he wasn't sure whether or not he would check the club out. Taking on others might be a good substitute for football workouts while he was onboard. Thinking about football still stung a little.

"Yes ma'am," he said. "Just got off of that damn spaceship. You'd think they would've trained us for that or given us a warning. I'm surprised nobody got sick or hurt." He figured he should tone down dwelling on pain, though. He needed to make some friends, and talking about people vomiting on a spaceship was not what he thought of as "cool".

"I'm John," he said to introduce himself. His voice was a low grumble with a southern drawl. "Though most have taken to callin' me Grit. Great to meet you." He held one of his big ol' bear paw hands out to the girl to shake.

@He Who Walks Behind
@JunkMail Can you update the character tab when you get the chance?

@Hippocamp I will have you know that Aaron was the only Undertale character who wasn't a boss who I killed in my run. I go a little psychotic every time I see a muscular horse.
@JunkMail Then evening came, then morning. The first day of Trumpmerica.

I am enjoying writing Grit. Hopefully I get to start developing him at some point.

John "Grit" Crane



Grit was glad to exit the narrow white halls and walk into a large open area, surrounded by greenery. The hub was filled with people, students and faculty alike, and a giant stage loomed on the other side of the room. If it weren't for the glass dome up above, through which Grit could see naught but empty space, it would seem just like a normal outdoor amphitheater on Earth. Palm trees half-circled the courtyard, and a cool breeze blew through the air. Grit looked around through the crowd of people. It felt awkward and even more isolating to be alone. Never backing down from some interaction, he decided to try making some friends.

He looked around the room. Even just after getting off of the plane, groups were beginning to form. In one corner of the room, a big guy and a girl with a robotic arm and a gas mask of all things were talking to a man with a red letter "X" for a face. The sight creeped Grit out a good bit more than he expected. Vigilantes, not unlike these guys in appearance, were constant menaces down on the surface, and Grit was sure they wouldn't be legal up in the stars. Up above them, a massive orange poster loomed, on which the words "THE COMBATICA CHALLENGE" were written. Club reps for a school program, he figured. Only way anyone would wear masks that outlandish.

Grit's eyes fell upon a short, frail-looking girl who was standing alone at the edge of the group by the poster. Her arms were cross over her chest, and despite being in space she was wearing a rain jacket. She was kinda cute, Grit thought, and if he was going to try talking to someone, they might as well be cute. Something in the back of his head felt like it was kicking him for thinking about the girl like that. He sighed and shrugged it off. Growing up with a father like his made him a disciplinarian of his own desires, in a way. He made his way over to where she was standing. He noticed her hair was floating on the breeze a bit. He figured it was the air conditioning. He wasn't sure quite what to say, but considering he was a foot taller than her he figured he had to say something before she ran away screaming "Help! A bear!"

"Uh, hello," Grit said to Procella, muscling his way through the awkwardness of a conversation with a total stranger. "Do you know, uh, what we're supposed to be doing around here? Everyone's just kind of milling around."

@He Who Walks Behind
@Maxx Unrelated, but I take it you like Thresh.


He's 'aight.
@He Who Walks Behind I'm always going to imagine her as Halle Berry.
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