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5 yrs ago
hey can i be a guild mod
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6 yrs ago
hey can i be a guild mod
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6 yrs ago
new name, same piss poor time management
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6 yrs ago
if you have a "craving", write a story on your own, that way when you inevitably lose interest and quit you're only wasting your own time
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7 yrs ago
factory-engines roar like false lions, blood thunders in the dock-pipes

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Hi, I'm me, and I'm looking for something interesting.

See, I really like to write, and I have a bunch of different ideas and premises bouncing around in my head. Problem is, they really aren't appropriate for RPing. The problem is, I'm very very bad at writing things on my own most of the time. If it isn't Nanowrimo, it just doesn't happen.

So here's what I'm looking for: a writing partner for writing a book. In my head, the way this works would be through a lot of communication, preferably through instant messaging with something such as Skype or Steam IMing. We'd come up with a plot, come up with a protagonist character, a world, do all the research, etc etc.

And then together we'd write a book. So this isn't the standard "back and forth" 1x1 Rping. That's fine, but it doesn't work for some of my ideas.

If you're interested, please PM me. I think it has the potential to be fun. Male or female, any age above like...16 years old. Doesn't really matter if we click and can work well together, so don't be shy.
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In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
But I'm still here, heeeeyy...
In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I guess the people who post here are the people interested in continuing.
In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sup
I enjoy the last one, but they all kind of feel like they're contrived to be unique when they don't really have to be. I mean, why make energy absorbing crystals when you could just manipulate energy?

Idk I aint a police man
Tony must have gotten lucky: the tranquilizer didn't seem to be affecting him a ton. He was groggy, had a splitting headache, and wanted to pass out, but he was awake. No one else seemed to be. To make matters worse, one of the captured folks had done some weird beach magic, and now they were all sitting in an inch of sand. Terrific.

There were two guys out cold, a third guy sitting next to them, and a woman, also out cold. Of the four, Tony figured the one who was awake would have the best chance of giving answers. Or maybe one of the drivers.

He decided he'd try to wake each of them up. He moved to the woman first, prodding her shoulder lightly. "Hey, wake up." Then he tried harder. "Wake up, you're lying in a pit of sand. That's gross. Come on, up!" No response.

He tried the next guy, sitting near the one who was awake. He flicked the snoozer's forehead. "Up! Am I talking to thin air?"

Last try: the sand-freak. "Yo!" Tony shook the man as hard as he dared. "You want to fix this weird shit you've caused? Make the sand go away!" There was still no response, so, resigning himself to wait, Tony slid to the floor, pushing away as much of the sand as he could. He glanced at the awake man. "I don't suppose you have any idea what's going on, then?"
In Paint 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nate's--no, he was Relic tonight--Relic's eyes locked on his partner for the night. "Nice to meet you, Jager." He folded his arms over his chest, then turned to the wall. "Let's just hope we both survive the night, eh? This way." He stepped forward, running his hands along the wall of the dingy room. "When we planned some of these smaller buildings, we decided to put in some concealed exit hatches along the walls, in case of fire. You know," he explained, "something useful but hidden, so the room still looked nice. Ah, here we are." His hand snagged on a nick in the wall--a latch--and he slid it free.

A simple push on the wall did the rest. A slab of the house swung out, leading to a back street. Well, they were all back streets in this part of the city, but this one was even less visible, with no cameras. "When Northgate decided to police-state it up, they abandoned use of these side streets. Why give fugitives another method of escape? It's how I get around unseen." He looked back at Sass. "Remind me to share where they all are, sometime. As far as I know, there's maybe one camera, at most, per each of these streets."

He took a contract from Sass's stack. "Huh. Roland's Emporium of Curiosities. Sounds like a real stand-up business." He shrugged: jobs were jobs. "Location...Donelly. That's district three. He tossed the paper at Jager. "Here, you lead. I'll see what I can remember about the place." Relic motioned to the hidden door. "After you."
Matt shrugged. "some kind of engineering, inventing, or science. That's my game. I like to design stuff, and since I'm going to need a degree in something or other, I might as well help others doing what I love, right? Anyway, its not a huge thing, just little old me following me dre--"

Someone rammed into him. Matt felt it and panicked, feeling his balance slide to the side. His Leech instinctively kicked in, drawing from the people sitting down their agility and speed. He twisted in the air, flipping around his waist back to his feet. He probably looked like a total prick doing it, too. Excellent. Maybe I should play a fanfare, too, to draw even more attention to myself.

He played it off as a fluke, exhaling heavily and wiping his brow with relief. The unwitting attacker, Marc, seemed to have not been paying much attention to where he was going. Matt understood that, sometimes people just didn't pay attention. "Shouldn't a leading tournament fighter know where he's stepping?" Matt was joking, of course. He knew of Marc, being a member of the martial arts world himself. His studio never participated in stunts or tourneys, but word got around regardless.

Matt continued on. "I hope you've signed up for the martial club here, Master Culdaré." The last part was said more in jest than in reverence: this kid was his age, so he felt comfortable speaking to him as an equal, at least until the battlefield. Matt knew that against the young man in front of him, he'd have to leech from at least six people to even have a chance against him.
Ah, shoot. I've been so busy getting ready for Passover, I completely blanked about my RPs. Let me read up, then I'll catch up.
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