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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Crescendo said
Also Pach I dunno if you'll get your pr in time since I just mailed it yesterday hopefully it will though /o;/ Wheeee-

Sending out presents on your birthday, why. But in all seriousness, thank you! I will get you something back! :) Have a super fun day Kathi, you've earned it! *buys you booze and more booze now that you're legally old enough to drink it*

@ Tae and Danni

Marcus clone said “Hmm… I can feel them now. How strange.” The copy mused, before a smile stretched back upon his face. “I’m going to do you a favour now, Marcus. You might not be able to face reality, but I can. You see, this might not be real, but it doesn't matter. It can still bring with it the same conclusion. What I’ll do here, will be just the same as if it was in your world. Just as final."

Even though this is a nightmare, if your characters die, then they are dead. Little bit of warning for you all there. In fact I've given a bit hint as to what characters should do in my last post. Of course, not all characters will know that, but, they can either get inspired with that or just struggle to survive for now.

Or, you know, die.

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Thaum: Group A: Estelle, Marcus, Trixie, Selan

Estelle nodded back to Selan, once she reassured the swordswoman she was okay, and that Trixie was in greater need of aid. The younger child was traumatised and unresponsive. Although Estelle could now touch her, her voice and affection seemed to fall on deaf ears, and it wasn’t for lack of trying or being invisible, like she was before. Trixie was just retreating deeper and deeper into a world that Estelle feared she couldn’t penetrate. Not without the help of Amy, or possibly Don. It didn’t stop her from squeezing Trixie tighter.

“We need to go to the tower,” Marcus interrupted, looking to Selan with a fresh new smile and nod, hoping the expression might help to dissuade her fears. “If I’m not mistaken, I believe that that is the centre of all these nightmares. Whatever’s causing them… it’s doing it from there, and it’s the only way to stop it.”

“We need to find everyone else as well,” Estelle said, looking briefly over her shoulder. “And then after we do, we’re going to beat the crap out of whoever’s doing this!!”

And then, suddenly, before anyone else could reply, the sound of an explosion rocked their ears. From behind them, dust and smoke was thrown into the air, with the purple haze being dislodged and blown to the side. And strangely enough, from over the top of one set of houses roofs… was the sound of an ear piercing scream coming from a body spiralling through the air, crashing down along the ground and tumbling into a crate holding several enlarged pieces of stationary equipment, from pencils to erasers, sharpeners to protractors.



“Fhgngnslablaaaghhhaaaa!!”

“Don!” Estelle screamed, wanting to rush to the bowled over man who had landed on his back, his legs flopped over the top of him, but not wanting to leave Trixie’s side. Her eyes met Selan, and she nodded, with an air of unease. Her eyes turned to Marcus, and to the source of Don’s flight. Her thoughts were given to ask what had caused this, when the very next second later… those questions were answered.

The houses from where Don had appeared from suddenly imploded outwards, splintering into a thousand pieces and buffeting the fivesome with a terrifying gale of wind. From the clearing smoke and wreckage, they could all see a large, shadowy figure stride towards them, one of its arms crackling with energy. As the dust and smoke cleared away from it, revealing its face within the murky violet fog… their jaws all simultaneously dropped as one.

It wasn’t possible.

---

Group B: Moira, Syed, Lisette, Kapi, Aria, Atlas

The jubilant reunion between Guilders was shortlived, as suddenly the ground around them began to rumble and shake. Turning around in every direction, they each tried to spy the source of the violent quaking, but were unable to find any immediate source… until in the distance, a collection of buildings were thrown into the air, in a tumultuous spiral before raining down to the ground in a thundering heap. Lisette shrieked and hugged Kapi tight, as Moira and Aria gripped onto their weapons, with Syed’s eyes widened and jaw dropping as something… something impossible began to grow before them. Something so large and simply impossible that he simply… he simply couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t happening! His mind screamed. It wasn’t possible!

But there in front of his eyes, it was, and his feet took an uneasy step back to slip and fall, almost banging his head against Atlas’ leg.

The monstrous figure turned its gigantic face in the Guilders’ direction, and roared, as a whirlwind of bones surrounded it. It lifted up its right hand, to reveal a skeletal sword formed from the bones of thousands, and swung the might blade directly down towards them, whilst behind… another terror suddenly appeared, this one a large and mighty beast, its body blazing a searing, scorching heat beneath its growl. Moira’s head turned sharply back towards the frightening enemy, and her own jaw dropped.

“You have got to be shitting me…”

---

Group C: Dylan, Amy, Lucien, Xandra, Lute

Xandra and Lute rejoined the others in time to see Lucien receive an ill timed slap after his attempts to embrace Amy, the latter recoiling away and keeping her distance in silence, her eyes warily trained upon the summoner. Her eyes flickered back to Dylan, who was rising to his feet, but she said nothing, sending her glare back towards Lucien. How dare he do that to her. How dare her, after all she had been through…!

THOOM

A loud, thunderous roar enveloped them from all sides. Just as they were about to ask whether any of them had any injuries, their attention was alarmingly taken by the din of noise that consumed them from all sides. A sound that was growing ever louder… ever closer.

“What… was is that?” Asked one of them, and then in the next instant-

Buildings were cleaved in half, a massive gaping hole bursting through the one closest to them, a giant, hulking figure overshadowing them rearing its massive arm up into the air, and swiping downwards at them. They had barely the shortest amount of time to react, with Lute grabbing Xandra’s arm, and Lucien pulling Dylan away (Amy’s own distance to the others giving her just enough space to move away as well) to avoid the giant paw slapping the ground where they had been and causing a violent enough quake to topple everyone to their knees.

“What…” Lute asked with exasperated breaths. “What is that?!”

A giant mutated bear, far larger and more murderous then any the virtuoso could have possibly have encountered, stood up on its hind legs, roaring into the sky. Spikes jagged out from around its jaws, and it raised its gleaming claws into the air again, its eyes scanning the Pride around, its nose twitching as it decided which would be its first meal.

“The… Bearon?” Dylan gaped. “How is that even…?”

But any thoughts the Matter Artist might have had on the beast, on his memories in Weir when the Pride had fought a futile battle against the immortal beast, only for the Pride to fail and be fortunately saved by their ally Cole whom transformed himself into a monster as well, was drowned out by the arrival of another, unearthly horrifying foe. Gushing through the building in the distance, crashing and rebounding against buildings like a torrential tsunami, was a mass of deep black, the sound of skittering auditing from it, as the mass began to converge and form, taking shape, into a form recognisable to Amy as…

“You have got to be shitting me…” Amy unknowingly echoed Moira’s statement from across the other side of Thaum.

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Group A: Estelle, Marcus, Trixie, Selan, Don

“You… you have to be joking…” Selan’s voice dropped. “This isn’t possible…”

Estelle’s hand reached for the hilt of her sword, already in the process of unsheathing it to defend herself and her friends. Of all the things that could possibly appear… the timing of this was…!

“Well, well, well…” The evil voice from the approaching figure laughed. “If it isn’t my dear son’s precious little friends. I did promise I would hunt and kill all of you down, didn’t I?”

The impossibly tall, muscular man raised his arm into the air, his hand connected to that of his frightening Magitech Cannon. Already the barrel was humming and glowing, charging up its next deadly attack. Memories of Tabul began racing through the Pride’s minds.

Their adversary smirked.

“Time to die.”

---

Group A: Estelle, Marcus, Trixie, Selan, Don



Group B: Moira, Syed, Lisette, Kapi, Atlas, Aria




Group C: Dylan, Lucien, Amy, Xandra, Lute

Pach pls

“…at least that giant thing from Vandrell’s not here, yeah?” Lucien tried to laugh, backing away from the Bearon that twisted its head and huffed in his direction. Suddenly, there was a violent quake, a tremor that shook the entire town, far larger then anything they had experienced before.

Lucien and Dylan’s eyes widened, as they stared down the open street, past the giant spider to the far wall that enclosed Thaum from all around… and the giant, black, obsidian claw that gripped onto it, pushing down. Stared at the giant, enraged face that belonged to the monstrous, terrifying howling body that followed afterwards, its spiky carapace home to a dozen throbbing, pulsing tentacles slithering about its body, each with its own jaw and jagged set of teeth. Its tail slithering and slamming into the wall behind it, leaving deep cracks and crevices inside of it.



Dylan’s face snapped back to Lucien. “Oh Aislin!” He wailed. “Lucy, you just had to go and open your big mouth!!”

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I'm in the middle of writing, and finishing the set up atm. c:

Thanks Rex! ^o^

EDIT: And up!

Have fun dying, guys! ^w^)/

- Love Fox and Pach

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Er, wow @ fires o.o Guys, be careful? <:x

A fire tornado sounds pretty badass though. new Estelle/Marcus tagteam attack muehuehue

KATHI! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LITTLE DARLING YOU *pinches your cheeks and gives you a big hug*









WEEKEND

NINE DAYS OFF WORK

THANK

FUCKING

GOD

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Best of luck with your appointment, Tae! Is it a general checkup or something specific or...? :x

As for GoT, I don't really recognise the characters, but these were the people there: http://www.collectormania.com/miltonkeynes/ They had Johnny Yong Bosch which was kinda cool 8D

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Okies, I've got up my post. That was very long, I apologise. And it's... not even finished yet. |D

I still have some setup to do, but I think this is a good enough breaking point for you guys to post a round, before I continue with the setup tomorrow. Right now, all of our characters are back within the nightmare world of Thaum, and are able to interact with each other. I'd like to split them into three groups, with all the characters in those groups' nearby to each other, so you can have your characters find one another before I summon hell tomorrow. :)

The groups are:

- Estelle, Marcus, Selan, Trixie
- Moira, Syed, Aria, Lisette, Kapi, Atlas
- Lucien, Xandra, Amy, Lute, Dylan

Sound good? Awesomes.

Hope everyone's having a good day! ^o^



Oh and I also cleaned up the crap around Kapi's castshot XD

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“Guys?” Her voice called out into the emptiness, but no response was given.

Estelle’s head and body spun around and around, her eyes gazing over her bleak, empty surroundings, searching vainly for any of her friends and finding nothing but the rubble and neglect of the dilapidated coliseum around her, the colours twisted and inverted into a negative shade. She tried calling out the names of her friends one by one, but there was no response, none at all. She gasped and winced, clutching at the pain throbbing in her shoulder, and fell to one knee.

“Ugh… no…” Said Estelle, denying her situation. “No way am I’m going to go down like this! I’m going to find everyone, no matter what it takes!”

She stood back up, and began walking to the coliseum’s exit, determined to find her friends.

The area outside of the coliseum was not what she remembered of Thaum. Gone were the cobblestone streets and thatch roofed homes, replaced instead with that of a dark and gloomy forest. Looking back behind her, Estelle was taken aback to find the coliseum had vanished, and all there existed were an endless sea of trees in all directions. What was going on?

And then she heard it. She heard screams coming from her left. Unsheathing her sword, she automatically began running to the sound, her heart filled with worry at the noise of sheer terror ringing out. Her friends…!

Emerging into a clearing, she found Xandra, pinned to the ground by a gigantic bear, its claws digging into and shredding Xandra’s arm to pieces. Flesh and blood littered the ground around her, and she thrashed about as much as she could in terror and agony, crying to try and break free. But the bear’s expression was sadistic and hungry, and it had no intention of stopping so soon.



“Xan!!” Estelle screamed, the pain of her shoulder vanishing completely as she dashed forwards as quickly as possible. She raised her sword up high, and swung it downwards, determined to slice the beast’s arms clean off, except…

Except the sword sailed through as if it didn’t exist at all. The bear continued to tear and shred. Estelle swung again, to the same result.

“NO!” Estelle screamed, swinging over and over again, each attack as vain and futile as the last. She could do nothing but witness the horror develop in front of her, until it just as suddenly faded away, and Xandra’s anguish was beyond her. She took an uneasy, shaking step back, unable to believe what had just happened.

“Murderer!”



Estelle spun again, to find the forest gone, replaced with the familiar streets of Clockwork Town. This time she saw Moira, hopelessly unable to prevent her son from being excruciatingly killed in yet another brutally twisted fashion. She could see the horror and frustration rip through Moira, the burden of everything she saw too much for her to carry. Estelle stepped forwards and called her name, but Moira didn’t see or listen. She passed straight through, walking bitterly away. And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

Next was the smell of death and destruction. Estelle’s hand reached for her nose, pinching her nostrils shut. It was enough to make her gag and retch and almost vomit. Too much. The stench caused her eyes to start watering, but she looked up… looked up in time to see the unspeakable horror standing in front of her.



Don’s limp body rested in the hunched forward Lucien’s hands. His face wore a maniacal, bestial grin, before he suddenly double backed in horror at his own actions.

“Lucien?” Estelle called out. “What did… what did you do?”

But the summoner didn’t hear her either, no matter how many times she spoke, and with that the scene blurred again, this time the scenery transforming into a room furnished with desks and chairs.



Syed was chained to one wall, electricity discharging and striking all around him, setting the wooden room on fire. Within the seats were numerous small trees, and Estelle quickly came to realise just what exactly was happening. She turned back to Syed, who had lost control. She called out to him, trying to calm him down, to relax him… to no avail. She swung at the chain holding him in place, and it was the same result as every other time before. Nothing. The blade just passed through, without the slightest hint of resistance. Estelle’s vision turned white as a spark of electricity shot straight at, and through, her eyes.

Her vision returned to that of another room, adorned with lamps and fanciful furnishings. Once again, Estelle was struck in confusion at her surroundings, and once again a piercing scream from behind caused the swordswoman to spin.



This time to find Selan, much younger then her usual age or even Estelle’s own, being attacked by a large, frightening man, pushing into and shattering a mirror. Estelle raced forwards again, determined to save Selan and to ward off her attacker. Her shouts and screams were ignored by both, and once again her efforts to hit the man were transparent. She threw herself in the way this time, hoping to stop him, but he passed through her as if she was a ghost. He didn’t reach far, however, before he was stopped. Estelle looked down at her chest, at the bloody hand that passed through, holding a shard of glass that stabbed the man’s chest. Estelle turned, her eyes peering directly into her horrified friend’s. Selan’s eyes, who looked straight through her.

“Selan…” Tears started to swell within Estelle’s eyes. Her friends were suffering. They were all suffering and she couldn’t do a single thi-

The scene transformed again. This time, her surroundings had been split into six separate locations, blending and merging one into the others. Voices assaulted her from every direction, and Estelle had to cover her ears to try and drown out the impossible volume of sound.








Aria, Dylan, Amy, Don, Lisette and Lute were all being subjected to a torturous and scathing assault from others. Vindicated and degraded by those whom they had thought were their friends, their family. They tried to run, tried to escape. Tried to plead and reason with their torturers. None survived. And Estelle’s cries… her pleading screams for attention, he screeching wails for her friends to hear her, to notice her, were lost. She was nothing.

The pain in her shoulder returned, and Estelle collapsed to her knees once more. She couldn’t bear it anymore. She couldn’t bear to keep seeing her friends in distress and pain. Couldn’t bear to have them within her reach, but be powerless to save them. Couldn’t bear to do nothing but watch.



Below her, in-between her legs, was Kapi, and the shivering capybara’s own horror as he watched one after another of his siblings be taken away by the scary man with a knife. Watch in horror as the man came back to take him. Estelle kept clawing at the scene, trying to scoop him up into her arms, to run away with him to safety, but again there was no success. She couldn’t even save a tiny capybara. The man took him.

Estelle pounded the ground and screamed again. No more! She couldn’t do this anymore! She couldn’t be left to be so weak, so powerless! No more! Hurt her, she screamed, but leave her friends alone! Leave. Them. Alone!!



“I’m just… hahaha! I’m so happy… I’m so happy you’re back. And look, we did it all over again – just like that. Hehe! You really are a superhero.” Trixie’s laughter brought Estelle to look up again, to snap out of her tears. She stared at her friend, at the little girl she considered her sister, smiling and laughing at the figure she was with. She was happy. Had… had Estelle’s prayers been answered? Even though the room was shaking and rattling from side to side with such terrifying force, had she… had she done it?

“Just… one more thing though.”

The figure reached for her hand, though hesitated as she made her request. The building continued to quake. “Trixie? We don’t…”

“Promise you won’t leave this time?”

“I promise, Trixie.” They interlocked fingers. “I promise I will never leave you again.”

“Nraaaaaghhhh!” Estelle screamed again, dashing forwards towards Trixie after the next, sickeningly horrifying calamity was to drop. Trixie’s screams drowned out Estelle’s own, and the young girl could do nothing but scream and cry and scream. Estelle wrapped her arms around Trixie, trying to comfort and hold her, to bring her back and be there for her. But as it had been before, so it was again. Her arms passed through, over, and over again. She couldn’t touch her. She couldn’t hold her and love her and make her feel better. She couldn’t do anything to stop Trixie from collapsing to the ground and huddling in a foetal position, couldn’t do anything to make her hear her or feel her try to wrap her arms around her and do whatever little Estelle could to make her friend feel better.

She couldn’t do anything at all.

The cold, wet sting of rain lashed against her cheeks. Estelle had had enough. She couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t witness these any longer. She huddled together in the cold, wrapping her arms around her knees and mimicking the exact same actions Trixie was doing as well.

No more… no more. Her friends… she had to save them. She had to…

“Hmm?” Ushered a voice a short distance away from Estelle. The figure stopped, cocking his head and searching the battle scorched ruins about him. “How fascinating. I can sense her here. Close. So very close. I had intended to leave her for last, but… maybe it will be more fun to torture her first. Make her watch me kill the rest of your friends with you first, huh Marky?”

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“Shut up!!”

The man turned, to witness his twin leaping through the air at him, his wooden staff charged with spiralling emerald energy lance out and crash against an invisible sphere surrounding the silver haired, grinning doppelganger. The still falling Marcus sliced his staff through the air, this time shattering the defensive sphere and gripping his nightmarish opponent to slam him into the muddy, rain and blood slicked ground. “You don’t touch her!” Marcus shouted. “You don’t touch any of them!!”

“Oh, please, Marky!” The doppelganger’s outstretched palm against Marcus’ chest unleashed a great burst of wind that threw the real mage out backwards, dozens of feet into the air. “You can’t stop me, no matter what you do! I am you! This is inevitable! I’m just doing you a favour and getting it over and done with!”

“No!” Marcus called again, his eyes and robes clothing an ethereal azure shade. “No you don’t!”

The air around grew colder, and the rain itself harder – each droplet turning into a stone of ice, pelting down against the ground and his foe with unrelenting force. Coupled with the tornado of wind Marcus then summoned, each and every single hailstone that fell all shot towards the doppelganger with frightening speed and power, pelting him over and over again, the stones’ sharp edges nicking fresh cuts into its skin. The temperature and speed of the blizzard began to take its toll on the doppelganger, its body becoming coated, and trapped, in a thick sheer of ice.

Until it was all shattered, and the raging storm quelled within a second by the other Marcus. His forward step rocked the ground, and the thunderclouds above were dispersed within seconds. He shook his head and tuttered, cocking it to one side. “C’mon, Marky.” He sneered. “You can do better then that.”

Marcus’ body vanished, wrapped in a skin of emerald light boosting his entire agility. He shot through the air, snatching his twin by the neck, as he burst forwards with unreadable speed throughout the town, bursting through and destroying any buildings that were in the way, crashing into the woods running adjacent to the settlement, snapping and felling tree after tree.

Estelle’s sobs and sniffles began to quieten, as she started to notice the rain upon her skin had stopped. And that now, the sun was shining.

“You!”

CRASH

“Don’t!”

BAM

“Hurt!”

SNAP

“Estelle!!”

STAB

After volley after volley of blows, Marcus raised his staff into the air, and plunged it, point first, into the chest of his doppelganger lying prostrate beneath him. The doppelganger winced and grunted at first from the pain, before dropping his head back and laughing against, despite the mortal wound he had received.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! See, Marky, I told you!” He roared. Marcus recoiled. “I KNEW YOU ALWAYS HAD IT IN YOU!”

Marcus’ world shifted, and the next thing he knew, it was him on the ground, impaled by his staff, his copy standing over him and laughing.

“ONCE A KILLER, ALWAYS A KILLER! It doesn’t matter what you try and do, Marky! Doesn’t matter how much you try to run and break free, you’ll never escape! I’ll always be there, and one day, one day very, very soon, I will…!” He stopped laughing, peering down, straight into the panicking Marcus’ eyes. “I am you. And you are me. It’s inevitable.”

"Until next time..." The doppelganger’s body vanished piece by piece, disintegrating into a million pieces of dust to waft away on a gentle breeze. Marcus continued to struggle and gasp at the pain engulfing his body, clutching the staff and trying to pull it free, but his blood soaked hands were denied any grip.

Was he… was he going to die? Die, just like he almost did back then? Perhaps… perhaps that would be for the best. Perhaps he should just stop resisting, and embrace death. The world and his friends would be better off for it. This might be his best chance, he should just take it. Ending his life, would be the best way to save his friends-

“MARCUS!!”

His body was engulfed in white light. Warmth coursed through his body. He didn’t understand what was happening at first, but the eyes that he gradually opened, despite the weight and dull leadenness of it, showed him that she was in front of him, holding him in her arms, crying.

“Stay with me, Marcus!” Estelle cried, holding him tight against her chest. Her tears falling onto his cheeks. “I won’t let you die! I promise!!”

“Es… telle…”

The world turned red.

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“Where… where are we?”

“Thaum,” Estelle replied, the word escaping her lips before she had the time to properly think of it. "We're in Thaum, I think."




Around them were the familiar buildings and streets of Thaum again, at least as familiar and recognisable as they were compared to the kaleidoscope of environments they had just passed through. The sky was red, and a dense purple fog enveloped the entire streets still. A beacon of violet, pulsing light could be made out flashing in the sky – the central tower that Marcus had spotted, and was walking to from before.

“Marcus…” Estelle turned again, to look to her friend. His wound was gone, his staff lying casually by his side. “You’re alright!!” She gripped him in a powerful hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I… won’t be… if you… keep… squeezing me like that, Estelle!” Marcus gasped, rapidly tapping on her arm in hope she would let him go. Finally, she did, and Marcus took great gasping lungfuls of air trying to recover.

“Marcus, I’m so glad you’re… the things I saw… the others…!” Tears started to bubble in Estelle’s eyes.

“The others are… alright,” Marcus replied, shakily rising to his feet. “I can… sense them about us. Some of them are nearby. Selan and Trixie, I think. But we have to be careful, Estelle.” The wind mage warned.

“It’s far from over yet.”

Frustrating new trend?

UnseenShade said
That being said, it would be nice to have two 1x1 sections to show this point so fast posters can look for other fast posters and slower posters can do the same. Another thing that would be nice is a private thread system. I for one sometimes don't notice a PM since the system does not provide sufficient alert.

I don't really think have two 1x1 sections is really neccessary, although it would certainly be helpful if more people advertised when looking for interest their expected posting requirements in order to avoid this kind of situation. It should be one of the first things discussed between players.

As for searching other players in this way, I've suggested as well for whenever we get a 'tag' system that would allow users to search through rps based on tags such as genres etc, that posting frequency be one, since I do share your sympathies there.

With regards to pms, it'd be nice if there could be a notice indicating you have a new PM. So far there's a number tally by the PM function, but it can be easy to miss new pms coming in.

As to the topic on hand, it's frustrating but some people do simply have a lack of courtesy or consideration towards others. Dropping out of an rp is always annoying, but not informing the other player/s is twice as bad. It isn't hard just to send a simple message letting the other party know.

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Holas everyone!

Good luck to everyone on their tests and days and all that lovely fun hard work .-. Weekend's almost here though, so stay strong! 8D

I'm going to start work on my post later tonight, so if anyone who hasn't wants to finish their characters' personal nightmare situations, they have until then to do so. Afterwards, we'll be back to group interaction and hopefully our posts will be a bit shorter then as well. No super duper long posts for you, Pach, you bastard!

I have to agree with everyone and say how immensely pleased I am with how this setup has been handled. I think you should all pat yourselves on the back for writing such interesting and delicious torture sessions for your characters. 8D Pach's certainly not going to use that to implement horrible situations in the future, nosiree. MUAHAHAHA.

Chapter wise, I think my and Fox's chappy should last until the end of the May before it's concluded, and then Danni will take up the reins. Let me tell you that there's a lot of exciting things planned in store for both of these chapters 8D Cracking stuff! I'm gonna head to this convention we've got in my city after walking my dog. It's probably going to be a bit pants but they might have some good deals on things. They usually have quite a few celebrity guests there too, such as from Star Wars, Doctor Who, Games of Thrones etc (no Hodor though so why even both amirite)