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If there is any RP I would see through to completion, it's my most recent one. Come hell or high water, the story will be told.
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No frills, no fluff. The gears are turning.
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Australian guitarist Bodine Wirihana is very little known, but one listen to his music will tell that he shreds like no one else.
His songs swing on a pendulum from thoughtful and emotive to chaotic and intense, but each one is carefully crafted to showcase his insane technical ability.
In A House Tour 4 mos ago Forum: The Gallery
So glad you could make it. Not many people have taken a look at the house in a while, so to have some fresh faces pass through is a welcome sight. Apologies in advance, but the last person to take a tour of the house wasn't interested in buying it, and this house has seen a bit of disrepair that bears a cost too great to invest into. Luckily for you, the house is being offered at a steep discount. Follow along, but please watch your step and stay close. The floors have holes and the halls are dark.

This is the ______ room. Here, you can sit back and unwind, watch something on the CRT television, maybe congregate with others. The floor here is over a century old, though it's been covered over and built upon multiple times over the years, each time with a starkly different style. The trimming along the walls needs work; there were reports of mice, but exterminators have come through here multiple times, making sure that nothing that doesn't need to be here is here. Should you want to stay, it'll be just you and the house here. You can paint the walls any color you'd like, though it is advised you take care not to remove the wallpaper. The walls are fragile enough.

This is the kitchen. It's a bit small, but you'll be surprisedβ€”and maybe even excitedβ€”to know that the fridge is a lot bigger on the inside than you'd expect. You could fit quite a lot of food in here. There's also a mirror installed on the inside of the fridge, in case you want to look. The cabinets are made of oak and nailed directly into the studs, but you should watch your hands when feeling around inside each of them. There's an uncontrollable electric current that likes to shift between cabinets through the nails. It's low-power, so you don't have to worry about any lasting damage to your skin. There's also a door to the backyard right over there, but it's perpetually locked.

This is the dining room. Not much to say about this room, except that it's cramped. The table in this room runs end-to-end, but there's only one chair for the table itself. The others have disappeared one by one, leaving impressions in the rug that can't be vacuumed out, no matter how many times it's been done. You could buy more chairs if you'd like, but they won't last long in here.

This is the bathroom. Unfortunately, despite multiple cleanings, the bathroom has maintained a rather strong scent of iodine. Being in this bathroom for longer than 20 minutes might have an adverse effect on your eyes and throat, though nothing that would require medical attention.

You have reached the halfway point of the house tour. It is now time to head upstairs. If you feel a scratching, pulling sensation at your neck while we walk up to the second floor, do not be alarmed.

You'll notice, as we walk, that the photos in these picture frames have been left unchanged. Staring at them for too long may result in a building sense of unease, but the black ovals in these photos are harmless. Attempts to remove the photos have been made, but they are permanently fixed to the wall.

This is the upper floor hallway. You'll notice this hall has upwards of 20 doors, each with its own architectural style, but the only one that can be opened and occupied is the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Touring that room is unnecessary, as the room is very small and contains a single twin-sized bed with a memory-foam mattress, the dent within it getting progressively deeper. Attempts to open all other doors in this hallway have only resulted in leading to the guest bedroom, despite the floorplan depicting much different bedroom designs.

Upstairs, we have the room. Formerly referred to as the attic, the room is the blurriest of all rooms in the house. It's dangerous to be in here for too long; you may be damaged by exposed nails in the wood. On any given day, you might find the room filled with notebooks. These notebooks are themselves filled with all manner of information, hastily written and rewritten ad nauseam. It is advised not to look through these notebooks when they appear in the room. Doing so might cause you to spend weeks in the room reading, affecting your eating habits, sleep patterns, and more.

If you look out the window, you'll see the backyard. The backyard stretches on for acres in all directions, one of the biggest in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, the grass is dead and the yard is filled with thorns. If you look in the distance, there is a single tree; also dead, but still standing. It likes to appear in different spots, but never far away from its home.

You have reached the end of the house tour, but there is one more room to show you.

This is the basement. The concrete floor here is wet at almost all times; don't worry, no mold. As you can see, in the middle of the basement floor, there is a hole. It is unknown how deep the hole is, but surveyors of the house have tried to gauge its depth by dropping stones into its recesses. Judging from the sound of the stone hitting the bottom, the hole is anywhere from 6 feet to 3,000 feet in depth, and this seems to change periodically. If you shine a flashlight at the wall in the hole, you'll see scratch marks and moist blood trails that never quite reach the edge of the hole. Despite this, there has been no evidence of any creatures inside.

The house tour is now complete. If you find this fixer-upper to your liking, the paperwork is ready to sign. You might have a bit of a difficult time ahead of you.

But, I promise the repairs are worth it.
E D W A R D


Between Mariana suddenly leaving, Bailey unable to establish her foothold in the conversation, and the encroaching realization that Father's personal assistant would, for some reason, be present at the will reading, Edward was starting to find the air in the Pool House a little suffocating. Undoing the top button of his shirt for a little freedom, Edward shifted onto his other foot, his body leaning towards the doors of the Pool House.

"Guest house it is, then," he resolved, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I don't intend on traveling all over the place; that's money I don't need to spend. If you don't mind, I'm going to try and drill it into Mariana's head that leaving probably isn't the best idea. Do us all a favor and pull yourselves together, though. We're Blackstones. Falling apart at the seams isn't what we're known for, so try to keep up appearances. God forbid I have to find out through some emotional breakdown that Father's dead because of one of you."

And there it was, the first volley. He looked around briefly, gauging their reactions to see if one of them could be culpable. Would it be his mother? A crime of passion, or lack thereof? Could it have been Katherine, clambering for even more power? She was already a CEO of a security firm under the Blackstone name. Perhaps she desired everything else within the umbrella. Bailey? Her timidness could be a facade. Who knows what kind of viciousness lay behind that pillowy veneer?

And Marianaβ€”it didn't help her case that she decided to run off first chance she got. Pointing a finger was easy.

Edward didn't stick around to hear their rebuttalsβ€”there would be plenty of time to get their stories. Besides, he wanted to let them prepare so he could catch them off guard. That was the allure of it all, to let his opponents have all the time they needed to get ready, only for him to blindside their defenses in unexpected ways. It was the type of calculating, cold, creative exactness he was known for in his circles.

Crossing the threshold of the pool house and back out into the yard felt like teleportation, transitioning dimensions from a dark and foreboding hellscape into an idyllic paradise. Despite the gloom of dark clouds overhead, Edward felt more at home outside than anywhere else. Just the thought of it filled him with frustration. At some point, he'd need to go back home, deal with more suits, make more faces, become even more entombed in glass and stone and steel and asphalt. He liked the life he had because it was self-made, but his name carried more weight than he ever could, and even he knew that he wouldn't have what he did without it. Perhaps he should get it changed. Start fresh.

As he rounded the back corner of the manor wall and pushed through the gates, he caught notice of Mariana on the other side, waiting for her driver. She looked like she was losing grip on her emotions even from where he stood. Calming her down and making her see reason would be difficult, but he had to try.

"Hey," Edward started, hoping his voice would catch her attention.
I will post later today. Taking care of a few things first.
In Testing 4 mos ago Forum: Test Forum
Greetings.

Do not attempt to respond to this email. Per Vigil protocol, this email and all traceable sources are set to be erased within one minute and thirty seconds of being opened. Any attempt to copy the contents included in this email for the purposes of capture, archival, dissemination, and beyond will result in all hosting systems being summarily wiped of all data contained therein.

You are receiving this email because you've been chosen from a list of candidates whose knowledge of being considered was zero. You have not known it until now, but our organization has been monitoring you. Your specialties and mental fortitude make you a desirable asset to us, and our goal is to recruit you into the fold. Our world faces an ever-growing threat, and you have been called upon to take up the responsibility of defending it.

In 24 hours, you will be met, in person, by representatives of our organization, where you will be given a choice. Join us, and you'll learn how opaque the veil truly is, as well as what's on the other side. Refuse, and everything from the moment you noticed this correspondence will be a vacant space in your mind. Do not try to run; you will be found. Do not share this information with others; we have the means to reach anyone from anywhere.

If your intent is to join us, you now have the next 24 hours to say the necessary goodbyes to your friends, family, and loved ones; they will be left behind for a new life, one which you will not be able to return from unchanged. Otherwise, prepare accordingly for our visit.

Finally, a word of warning, per Project Pinnacle guidelines. If you have experienced the phenomenon known as deja vu at any point during the reading of this correspondence, you will be immediately disqualified from selection, and we will take appropriate measures as necessary.

We look forward to working with you. Don't let us down.

Director Nolan Amherst
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I discovered Reid Willis somewhere around 2019/2020 while searching for new music to listen to. I hadn't really delved into electronic music much before. There were some artists I liked at the time throughout secondhand sources, but the genre never engaged with me on the same level metal did.

This song was the one to change my perception of electronic music entirely.

You wouldn't know it from most of his music, but Reid Willis was a classically-trained pianist before he was an electronic music producer. He picked up music production in his teens and never stopped. His old releases, in my opinion are hit and miss, but starting from 2013's The Sunken Half and onward, I'd be hard-pressed to find a song from his discography that wasn't an absolute save to my library.

He considers his music "maximalist"β€”texture-heavy, massive soundscapes that are dripping with cinematic flair, making every song feel at home in a movieβ€”and the more recent the releases, the more you hear how his sound has evolved.

Willis reinforces what I love about music. I love that a song can make you not only feel things, but envision entire worlds if it hits just right. I get this feeling a lot from all the music I listen to, and it's a stone-carved reason why it holds such an important place in my personal life. Metal holds a special place in my heart for the broad spectrum of emotions it's able to invoke in me.

But, artists like Sunnk, Arthur Hnatek, Recue, Djrum, Snakes of Russia, and Reid Willisβ€”they will forever hold the throne.




To me, this is the standout track on Hypno5e's latest album.
When I listen to music, I find myself envisioning scenes; it's what helps me write.
In this, I can hear two once-lifelong friends, betraying each other at the end of the world.
Nothing lasts forever.


One of the most underrated modern metal bands to date. Every song is a cinematic journey.
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