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4 yrs ago
Current I'm finally getting overdue help for my mental health. This year has been a roller coaster: coworker stole money, lost an aunt, went back to school/been struggling there, and it all hit me this week.
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4 yrs ago
Hopefully the holiday season will be good to me. I'm in the process of getting some stolen money back from an ex colleague.
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4 yrs ago
Freudian slip of epic proportions. Talking about the penal code and I said another word. Grateful my colleague didn't catch it. I recognized what I said was wrong, but they were oblivious.
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5 yrs ago
Well I am coming back! Needed some time off to deal with a job I didn’t like anymore. Yesterday was my last shift, and I am transferring to a new location where hopefully I’m treated better.
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5 yrs ago
I’m probably leaving the site for good this time. RPG it’s been fun! Goodbye.
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Get I'm interested in rping. Gonna pm you.
The year was 2001. In a small hotel room in New York, a man was sleeping in the bed in the room. He had red hair and a piercing set of blue eyes. He was wearing a black AC/DC shirt and blue jeans. He rolled over in his sleep and continued to sleep peacefully. If one looked around the room, they'd see school books littered across the coffee table and a backpack hanging from a hook by the door of the hotel room. The papers were about the theory of time travel and the fake claims that have been reported over the years. Looking at a freshly laid down paper, you could see the name James Rogers printed on the top. At that moment, the phone rang and the man awoke. Grabbing the phone he heard the words, "James, it's me Professor Cambridge, get to my facility or else I fail you." James then nodded at this remark and sat up. Quickly, he packed up his room and sprinted out of the hotel onto the busy street. After walking about 10 blocks, he entered a building called the "Ice sculptors." Though this building looked like a place where ice statutes were made, it actually housed a secret project that very few people knew about including James and today was the day he'd find out about this project from his friend and professor Dr. Cambridge.
Name: James Rogers Age: 19 Race: White Nationality: American Gender: Male History: James is a college student from Detroit. He is studying ancient cultures and languages at the local university. He is not much to talk about his past, but will if he trusts you. Plans on studying abroad in a foreign country next year in archeology. Personality: James is a friendly guy. He can talk up a storm. He is very interested in people and like to get to know them. He is also a helpless romantic but can't find a person who shares his interest. He is very smart and fluent in four languages and can speak a variety of old world languages. Appearance:
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PMed you.
I'm bored, I'm back, and bump.
The year is 2000. Though nothing remarkably crazy has happened yet there have been an increased number of lightning strikes in the world. People are reporting that the lightning comes down and strikes the person and then when the smoke clears the person is gone. Many people are attributing it to Y2K, while some are saying its an end time theory. Though nobody knows exactly what is happening, the true story is that these bolts are ripping holes in the space-time continuum. Everytime someone is struck they disappear to a random era of history, sometimes never to return. it's not only happening in modern day, even some random people from the middle ages are showing up in downtown manhattan. Now these people have one job, try to fix the world so that nobody gets stuck elsewhere in time or just adjust to their new life. Summery: People are struck by lightning, it's then their goal to figure out life in their new time of history they are located in. Will they become heros or will they be executed for sorcery. It's up to you.
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