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    1. Nevix 8 yrs ago

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2 yrs ago
Current PMing everyone on this website individually and asking “do you think my statuses are funny?” with an attached stock photo of a man (super buff) crying.
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2 yrs ago
The people who wrote the instructions for my sister's new printer failed to consider that I might be tripping balls while trying to help her set it up.
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2 yrs ago
I'm in the lab, cooking up a status that will make every mad at me, together. I can heal this website by being as wrong and annyoing as possible.
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2 yrs ago
Met a guy yesterday who looked and sounded exactly like Hank Hill. Made my week. Logged in today and realized yesterday was this accounts sixth birthday. The universe gave me a gift for the occasion.
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3 yrs ago
Finally getting to that age where I realize that I'm becoming my dad. Called some guy at work "old boy" because I couldn't remember his name. If I order any ww2 books just put me down like a dog, man.
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No dice, sorry


Might be good to let this cool off for a while. Then, I'd get am etherpad or some shit started and get some people collaborating on making a whole new interest check.
I forgot to sub this. I'm still here!
Edric D’Karst





Edric sat at a booth in what was quite possibly the most crowded diner he’d ever eaten at. It was a dive called Nora’s Cafe, and it was entirely unprepared for the massive crowd that came along with the Expo. It was a few blocks away from the bulk of the festivities, but it was still packed. Edric had been lucky enough to arrive early, and secured himself a booth. Cracked red leather seats, but damn fine chicken and waffles, if he said so himself. Not that he could really taste the chicken under all the pepper he’d sprinkled over it.

Granted, he’d finished his meal about an hour again, and had since been mercilessly taking advantage of the diner’s all-you-can-drink coffee to keep his seat. The workers were giving him the stink eye, but seeing as how he’d come to Riesling directly from a lengthy sojourn in the Palvaya Mountains, he wasn’t feeling quite ready to brave the crowds. There had been a month-and-a-half long stretch where Azamor was the only person he’d spoken to.

I like to think I make for a riveting conversational partner.

”Oh, shut up.” Edric said, laughing good-naturedly. Unfortunately, no one else in the diner could hear the other half of that conversation, and a family in the next booth over glanced at him nervously.




Aileen Deckard





Aileen sat behind her booth, a rickety wooden thing with a sign that read “The Role of Herbs and Alchemy in Modern Medicine.” It wasn’t exactly deserted, every few minutes a bored looking doctor would come and take notes while she lectured. When surrounded by high-tech, well-funded booths that showed off the bleeding edge of Eos medicine, her little ramshackle display was looked far from impressive.

She groaned and put her head down on the booth’s counter, idly drumming her fingers all the while.
Looks good. I'd change a few things in the OP, though. No Aubrey, anymore. ;)

Also, was that line about treating cyborgs an in-joke? I remember being confused about it in the original RP, lol.

Figure we can also do a bit of our own lore and world development, but that can come later.

All in all, pretty stoked.
I volunteer if you don’t want to


You, my friend, are a saint.
Feel free to make us the RP then, @Nevix! :D

D:

My fingers betray me. That was supposed to say "rather not GM". Though, if I must, I will.
I can help with development and direction and stuff, but I'd rather GM.
I added Paul Walker on Xbox, but he just spends all his time on the Dashboard.
I like my women like I like my coffee beans.

Transported from South America in a burlap sack.
Well, I'm a shite GM, but if someone else threw a new one up I'd be on that shit instantly. Also, someone might wanna message Metadude. Or, I can just tag 'em.

@Metadude
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