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the reaper won't come when you're ready for him

STATUS: deconstructions are fake lol 4 yrs ago
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4 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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5 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
5 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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5 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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5 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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In Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dana Harada - Only Dad Can Judge Me



Location: Airport; Olympus Academy
Interacting With: Pale skin is a sign of beauty. @Krayzikk See that mountain? You can hug it. @HereComesTheSnow


Rebekah didn't have much time to pore over her novel. A quarter of an hour later, a tall Japanese woman came striding confidently up to the bookworm on the bench and stared down halfheartedly over Gucci sunglasses. She was wearing a dark skirt, heels, and a jacket underneath a burgundy peacoat that seemed like it had been recently put on; one of the sleeves was still ruffled. The unspoken explanation for the coat came when Dana pulled an enormous polished-silver handgun from the inside right breast pocket and dropped it surreptitiously into her handbag. With that done, she hooked her sunglasses to the collar of her shirt and finally gave Bekah her full attention.

"Hello friend."

"Hello, Dana."

"I see you spent the summer tanning in front of your computer."

Rebekah arched her eyebrows faintly in amusement. Nothing more was said.

In fact, the two remained mostly silent throughout the trip back to the Grand Caravan (or, as it was known in certain gaijin circles, "the Lesbo-bile") that would be taking them to Olympus. Though they walked hand in hand out into the parking lot, the only words spoken for the first half of the ride were spoken when Dana exclaimed her happiness at the case Rebekah had made for her sword. It was much harder to get a bladed weapon through an airport than it was to pick up a handgun one of your mother's friends from overseas had left bundled up in a peacoat for you, so Dana had entrusted it to the care of her best friend for the summertime. From the look of the fully-hinged mahogany display case, she had chosen wisely. Such was her pleasure that she had finally pulled Rebekah into the first hug of the school year and, with a lush smile, proclaimed that the sword was hers as much as it was Dana's.

After that, the two decided into complete silence yet again.

It broke momentarily when Dana asked how Bekah's dad was. Bekah said good.

A moment of silence went by. Bekah returned the question, flipping it on its head to inquire as to the health of Dana's mother. Dana said good. Her mother had not represented anyone with a missing finger while she was away. This spoke well to the...caliber of her mother's clients for the year.

With a faint knowing smile on Dana's part, and a furrowed brow on Rebekah's, the two lapsed into a final silence that lasted until they arrived at Olympus. It was then that she noticed the oddly-homoerotic placement of her brother's Ford Ranger in conjunction to the tuner of his oddly-homoerotic friend.

As Rebekah parked, Dana began to believe the worst - a belief that was cemented upon checking her meathead brother's Snapchat story and watching the parking job occur in beautiful, awful real time.

"Oniisan is such an idiot. I am going to break our streak for this," Dana opined quietly to her friend as they stepped out of the minivan. Dana threw her coat over the crooked arm currently supporting her purse and bent over into the backseat to retrieve her sword from its new case. She carried it in her unobstructed arm as she, and her friend, walked over to Jonas'...parking spot...and engaged the son of Ares.

"Hai, Jonas," she said, another smile playing along her lips. "I would like some affection."
In Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Cyare Staunton


@Plank Sinatra @Onarax @Caasicam @Silvan Haven [@Here Comes The Snow]

After finally gathering the remainder of the group, a feat not aided by how difficult locating Rei had been, thew newly created adventuring party discussed what remained to be done over breakfast. The common consensus was that a little more time was necessary in town to prepare, so several strained coin purses coughed up the money for a longer stay in the inn while these preparations went on. A time later, the crew departed early(ish) in the morning to start towards their destination.

Cyare Staunton had most of her possessions in a small bag on her shoulder, while the remainder were physically affixed to her person. Such light armor was quite easy to walk in, nor did the sword on her hip impede movement, but she did get… Bored. The walk was not exactly brief, so she had time to kill.

Mental exercises successfully kept her busy for a time, but those eventually ran dry. She had little to suggest in the way of conversation, nor did she particularly feel like engaging in a long, drawn out talk with her compatriots. Truly, this was a predicament.

So she settled for an inaudible sigh, and a query.

“How long until our destination?”


Angel Ferrara - Putting Trap Knowledge to Use


"Shouldn't be too much longer," the forest-dweller said cheerfully from the front of the group.

As the closest thing to a surveyor that the makeshift squad had, he had taken point and agreed to help find the shortest route to the construction site they'd been hired to clear out. Now and then he would stop for just a second to pluck a fruit from a tree and take a hearty bite from it (save the pear tree they'd found early in the voyage, when they were all still getting accustomed to each other; Angel, calling it "really good luck" with wide-eyed naivety, had cut the sweetest looking pear in half and given the pieces to Kaia and Cyare) but otherwise they'd been making good time so far. He told Cyare as much with a bright smile on his face.

"Barring any weather changes or animal attacks, we should be right on top of 'em by around midday," he explained. "We might have to camp for the night, but we're in good terrain. We shouldn't be lacking for much if we need to take a layover before heading back to collect the bounty."

@Krayzikk, @Onarax, @HereComesTheSnow, @Silvan Haven, @Caasicam
In Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I have no idea what I just read.

Plank, wat?

Never mind, now that I read again, and am slightly less exhausted, I am understand


never love an italian boy
In Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
speaking of thinning the herds of virgins, the son of the sun is back from the dead
In Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Something Wicked, This Way Comes (Back For More!)



Location: On the floor of Tokyo, or down in London town to go-go...
Interacting With: The record selection and the mirror's reflection


Apollonian philosophy.

In Nietzschean theory, Apollo represented the apex of rational discourse. The god of light, poetry, and medicine was a standard for all reasoned men to strive for - a beautiful being defined by his logical thinking and approach to all problems with careful, measured thought. Apollonian thought was regarded as a complete opposite to the chaotic, free form, hedonistic thought of Dionysian philosophy. The two had mingled over the centuries, but only reluctantly, Nietzsche argued, and the Dionysian path was a slippery slope where rough edges and loose cannons made their home, thankfully segregated from the illuminated Apollonians.

Bloooooooooow it out your aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss, Freddy~!

You had to wonder what was so dispassionately objective about a guy who had nearly gotten himself locked up in Tartarus more than once in his lifetime, or what made the guy who tricked his sister into no-scoping her husbando such a beacon of rationality. Perhaps Nietzsche had no idea how Greek myth worked. Perhaps he had been hitting the sauce too hard at Oktoberfest before he wrote The Birth of Tragedy.

Or maybe Apollo had just managed to shape up a little, and had chucked all his impulses and bad habits a generation or two down the genealogy bonsai into our hero - Dallas Brett Relo, a Roman Catholic by birth, a trickster god by reputation, whose shrine was any couch on the Golden Coast of California. He had been under covers so often that he was expecting a license to kill any day now. A free spirit, through and through...forrrrrrrrr about two or three months outta the year. The rest of his time was now spent at Olympus Academy, a destination he loathed the thought of so much that he was hurtling towards it at around 95 miles an hour with no seatbelt.

The journey had eaten up the better part of eighteen hours, and he had long ago stopped getting Snapchats from other demigods (many of whom did not share his true love of reckless driving) as they had each started road trips of their own. Dallas, having to drive through two and a half enormous states, spent more money on gas and more time trapped in this Red Comet of a WRX STI than most others, was having no more of it. Hence why the Snapchats he was sending out like distress calls tended to be earmarked with higher and higher measurements of speed the closer he got to Olympus.

By the time he made it, ride screeching into the Olympus Academy student parking lot, he was practically breaking at the seams with unused energy. He left the car before parking it correctly (he had taken up half of his designated parking and about a third of the space allocated to Jonas' shitty old Ford) hopping over the driver's side door without opening it and whipping out his phone. From the distance, he heard loud wailing in moonspeak (too manly to be Dana...) but didn't follow up on it instantly. Instead, he kept an eye out for the other familiar offenders - and, finding none, decided to make his own entertainment.

To the Bratcave!

And with a push of his hair away from electric blue eyes, Apollo's one true dipshit and heir began whistling to himself and struck off towards the dorms, intent on making sure no one was currently scoping out his dorm.
In Your Hero Academia! → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Am I shouting? You're the one using italics and condescending to us to the point of balls out implying that we skipped ahead a few days without noticing, or bothering to inform the rest of the game. If people really thought that an entire senior class had gone rogue and decided to move ahead to the middle or end of a school week while everyone else underwent exercises, they should have asked someone specifically instead of assuming that the entire class was content to fiddle around with the timestream.

It's not our job to clarify answers to questions we don't know you have. Clearly other people who actually control seniors, like @Holy Soldier, were on the same page as the three of us posting in homeroom, so I'm honestly not sure where the burden falls on our shoulders here.
In Your Hero Academia! → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

Not necessarily true - she could have just been saying it was a usual first day, so there was nothing that memorable about it and as such, didn't post about it. That's the way I took it when I first read it, and apparently the way most others took it from what we're seeing.

I do agree, chances are it is a typo. However - I do have to question why none of you told Zeroth or the rest of us that there had been a misunderstanding in regards to the timeline here since most of us have been assuming you skipped ahead a few days.


Who the hell are you to question us for not noticing a typo, again?
In Your Hero Academia! → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Krayzikk
<Snipped quote by Write>

After going back and reading some of the posts about when this all started, I think I found where the misunderstanding comes from. Write specifically said in this post that this was Namari's fourth 'Third' day, meaning she apparently that this is her third day or so in Brave High at the moment.

I don't know if it's a typo or what, but it does say it's her third day there.


It's a typo. From just two sentences before that:

It was the usual first day.


Given that one sentence disrupts the movement of time entirely in the RPG and one doesn't, it's safe to assume that the disruptive sentence is a typo and roll with everyone else's flow.
In Olympus Academy for the Demigods[High Casual, Slice-of-Life Roleplay] → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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