Pripovednik

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

I am 16 and have no worries of money :) (just thought I'd brag.)

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

That's good though like...I CHOOSE YOU! Good :)

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

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Always one for appreciation. It's good. ;)

@Lone Wanderer

I seek critism and praise equally, anything I can build up.

But yes, I agree, 'twas good ;)

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

@Lone Wanderer How's my post? :)

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@NuttsnBolts Cool! I was helping out at a hospice Friday Thursday, mass sleepover on Tuesday and raking in money for charity for the rest of the week :p

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@NuttsnBolts Buddy my week has been good :) (weekend just started :P ) yourself?

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Sup.

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

Slowly, a warm drop of sweat had once meandered down the brow of Warmunds face. It had streaked steadily along his dark burns and he had felt the sharp sting, he had heard the grizzled bubbling and smelt the faint aroma of flesh rise up through his nostrils. His trained hands had been holding his rifle steady for hours on end as he had watched the target making their deviant agreements, waiting for the right moment, the perfect second, when the three guards blinked in unison and the many cameras averted their eyes. As the droplet of sweat had tipped over the edge of his jawline and plummeted to the thick grass he lay in, his finger squeezed the faithful trigger and time slowed to the beat of his heart.

The Target fell helplessly backwards over the barrier behind them and somehow managed to hold on desperately to the ledge, the bullet was not meant to pierce their filthy skin as its tip was wide and flat, instead it bounced to where they had been stood and began its count down. Warmund had watched through his scope as the two guards grappled to help their payer up and over to safety, all the time the coward screamed and wailed - though Warmund heard nothing as he was at such a distance away.

Just as the target, a young and short man, dressed all in white with a deep blue streak through his black hair, planted his feet safely on the floor - the bullet erupted with flame and kinetic energy, an explosion that sent all three over the edge charred and singed into the red river below.

Such a bead of sweat seemed to move slowly down the face of one of the men at the stall as Warmund walked slowly over to his comrade who talked with the apparent vendor, spinning his pistol around in his hands, his cold eyes scanning the group.

"Evening gentlemen, night is almost upon us." Warmunds viscous voice swept across the alley, the nights cold breeze nothing compared to his raw cold expression. He stood beside his ally, but these men knew not of their professional relationship, thus Warmund did not disclose this information - it would seem this lowly salesman is having a good night.

Fallout: Dixie Rivermen

Henry let the last shudders of his rifle echo through his body before standing and peering down at the corpses below him, the two limp raiders whose faces lay upon the dusty earth, but there was still life down there yet. Pushing his rifle back and taking his 9mm from his hip, Henry leaned over the open window and sought after a sign of movement behind the rubble. Seeing a faint blur of a female beside a fallen man Direson called down in his deep tones.

"Hello? Y'all ok down there?"

Just as Henry was about to turn and head down there, he felt a sudden lurch beneath his feet and his toes curled down in an attempt to cling on. Turning as he had first intended to, Henry saw a 'Snuffler'.

Snuffler was the biggest, meanest and most ugly Molerat Direson had ever set his burnt-out ember eyes on. A few months back Direson was scouting out a large Molerat cave system and found mound upon mound of dirtied skeletons, some human but most Mole rat. This huge bastard was on top of the largest mound, chewing enthusiastically on an arm - honestly, Henry couldn't tell if it was Human or not. The beast had a big dark scar, much like his own, directly down his already ugly mug.

They had fought together on many occasions recently, in Snufflers cave, the wastelands and on the borders of Henry's home but never, NEVER had the sneaky bitch got into Henry's grounds. Screaming at the beast, Henry fired off as many bullets as he could as the bus shifted ever closer to the edge.

The clip was empty, his pistol clicked, and the bus tipped to the power of gravity.

Henry fell, and for a moment thought he saw the fucker smile as he did so, then his head hit the chair behind him, his right arm cracked against the metal bar, and he saw black.

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

Newbie!?!?!? :D @Macabreengel