Mortimer Member
Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome
STATUS: I just cringe most of the time at how people either spit random 'le funny' jokes no one finds funny, or simply spark a discussion no one cares about. 7 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: John Torque
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 550 (0.12 / day)
- VMs: 0
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I just cringe most of the time at how people either spit random 'le funny' jokes no one finds funny, or simply spark a discussion no one cares about.
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7 yrs ago
"Status Update" doing its work as intended I see. Proud of it.
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7 yrs ago
Talk about the "Status bar" having lost its true purpose. It should have a 12-hour limit to stop the unfunny, random posts.
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9 yrs ago
Trying to 'un-busy' myself from this busy-as-heck schedule. More at 9.
9 yrs ago
People put Charles Manson in a pedestal as one of the most evil and insane people the US of A has spawned, yet we have had worse than him in the past who actually killed people with their own hands.
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About me, huh...Well, I am a person with limbs...and apart from the obvious, I love writing. I started RPing almost...almost 4 years ago if I recall correctly. It was a summer of 2011, and I did not like it at first. Yes, I sucked big time in case you were wondering but hey...everyone gets better. Big, big, humongous kudos and thanks to a user called 'coolcat' (or 'fairy' followed by a weird numerical combination) for introducing me into the wonderful world of RPing. You are the best!
I enjoy writing...just about everything (as long as it has nothing related to scat, MxM or other things that make me uncomfortable). I really like working with both Modern times and Victorian times, but as of lately I am more inclined to the first. I have a wide array of tastes which go from playing a mere human to taking control of a demon who corrupts everything it touches.
About me? I am a man who currently working his ass off to move...somewhere else. I love reading and I love writing, but if there is one thing I love more than those two things...is playing videogames. And I am not talking about these modern and fancy shit kids play nowadays. No. My one and true love are retro-games. My favourite console is the original Playstation 1, with my favourite videogame of all time being Twisted Metal 2. So, if you ever feel like chatting about those old games and that particular console, hit me up with a PM and we'll surely get along well.
I enjoy writing...just about everything (as long as it has nothing related to scat, MxM or other things that make me uncomfortable). I really like working with both Modern times and Victorian times, but as of lately I am more inclined to the first. I have a wide array of tastes which go from playing a mere human to taking control of a demon who corrupts everything it touches.
About me? I am a man who currently working his ass off to move...somewhere else. I love reading and I love writing, but if there is one thing I love more than those two things...is playing videogames. And I am not talking about these modern and fancy shit kids play nowadays. No. My one and true love are retro-games. My favourite console is the original Playstation 1, with my favourite videogame of all time being Twisted Metal 2. So, if you ever feel like chatting about those old games and that particular console, hit me up with a PM and we'll surely get along well.
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Hag looked at the knife thrower and showed her the new ghost that had arrived to the carnival. "Mina, this is my sister. Esmeralda, or Esme. Esme, this is one of our primes examples of excellent workers. Mina, the best knife-thrower I know and an excellent worker," Hag said. "Now, Esme will be my assistant, so she will be informing me on everything that happens. Just so you know...in case you see her around."
Hag didn't say anything to his sister she asked who should she meet. "I don't know where they are. They usually go on shows, like everyone does. However, I recall hearing Mina sleeping, so why don't we pay a visit to her?," Hag asked as he let go her hand, wondering what had caught her with gripping his hand as if there was no tomorrow. Finally, the time to close the circus and move onto a next town had arrived. And successfully, everyone was leaving. Just because he wanted to grant her sister's wish, he had killed every bad soul that went through the gates and had absorbed their souls with his rings.
Hag then called Esme to go with him as he walked towards the place where she sleeped but didn't find her there. Just as he left, he saw her walking to the target practice field. "Mina! Hey, come here! I want to introduce you to someone!" he told her. Mina had to be nicest person in the carnival. He knew of her soul-hunter personality, but other than that she was...magnificent.
Hag then called Esme to go with him as he walked towards the place where she sleeped but didn't find her there. Just as he left, he saw her walking to the target practice field. "Mina! Hey, come here! I want to introduce you to someone!" he told her. Mina had to be nicest person in the carnival. He knew of her soul-hunter personality, but other than that she was...magnificent.
You are welcome, :3
Haha, hope you have fun then, sweetheart. ;)
Gone...tomorrow...want me to kill ya'?
You still have one day left in the RP before the plot-twist comes...and I mean it...this will change things!
Of course, let's not cross the limits. But Godmodding...feels personally awkward. I read and I feel like..."what the fuck?"
I don't godmod and will never FRICKIN' will. I dissaprove it. It's...it's silly. It's awkward too. Me myself I prefer to control my own character.
Mortimer witnessed how the fortune-teller manipulated the souls with such a delicate touch. Just as he commanded the shadows and absorbed souls, Baba had quite a talent when it came to taming the innermost of the people that had been slaughtered. Without hesitating, one soul entered Mortimer mouth, making his eyes red for an instant, and another one entered Shadow, also making its eyes shine in a garnet shade. "Baba, you have been of a lot of help to us. I'll see if I can get Hag to give you...something like a raise." Not only was he sure Hag himself had traps, but he had watched an intruder trying to enter his office. Hag always had jack-in-the-box-like traps, and they all spit poisonous darts that were extremely deadly. The poison itself was harmless, but it made the nerves of the prey to start aching in a desperating way, as well as making the brain slowly die.
Mortimer was about to leave when he saw Vol entering the booth. God, did Mortimer hate that guy. The fact that he was good in his job made no difference, as both him and Hag hated him equally. In an instant, the tall man disappeared from the booth in a shadow.
Hag just sighed at her words. If he wanted, he could make her his slave and torture her, but he wanted something mutual. "Ye' know...I don't want to command you. I don't want to order. I...really like you...and I want our love to work. I want you to love me...If you don't, then it's fine. We can be sibblings either way." Hag's tone changed towards the end of the sentence. He really wanted them to be more than sibblings, but it was up to her. The scream of agony he heard was music to his ears, but it seemed she didn't like it. "Your job here? Just like Mortimer is my right hand, is my bodyguard and the watchman of this establishment, you are going to be my assistant. My personal assistant and my informant. You get it? You are going to inform on everything: Wether some worker didn't do his act, someone is plotting against me...things like that, my beauty." Hag then took her hand into his again and started to walk. The change of mind he had for her sister was once in a lifetime, and he hoped it didn't happen again.
Mortimer was about to leave when he saw Vol entering the booth. God, did Mortimer hate that guy. The fact that he was good in his job made no difference, as both him and Hag hated him equally. In an instant, the tall man disappeared from the booth in a shadow.
Hag just sighed at her words. If he wanted, he could make her his slave and torture her, but he wanted something mutual. "Ye' know...I don't want to command you. I don't want to order. I...really like you...and I want our love to work. I want you to love me...If you don't, then it's fine. We can be sibblings either way." Hag's tone changed towards the end of the sentence. He really wanted them to be more than sibblings, but it was up to her. The scream of agony he heard was music to his ears, but it seemed she didn't like it. "Your job here? Just like Mortimer is my right hand, is my bodyguard and the watchman of this establishment, you are going to be my assistant. My personal assistant and my informant. You get it? You are going to inform on everything: Wether some worker didn't do his act, someone is plotting against me...things like that, my beauty." Hag then took her hand into his again and started to walk. The change of mind he had for her sister was once in a lifetime, and he hoped it didn't happen again.
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