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10 mos ago
Current *Dusts off the desk* Right, back to it then.
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1 yr ago
I should probably dust this profile off and clean the place up a bit...
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3 yrs ago
It can do! I have a magical SoL going at the moment and it has an overarching plot weaved in
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3 yrs ago
In SoL, the 'goals' become the drama and interpersonal connections/histories players make with each other. Plus setting in in places like a school/college for example give you a timeline to work with.
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3 yrs ago
I could make one... But that means running it haha...

Bio



Thirty - Male - UK - GMT





Name: Jake. or just call me Hedge.
Age: 30
D.O.B: 08/08/1993
Personality Type:
ISFJ-T Turbulent Defender
Personality Role:
Sentinel
Personality Strategy:
Constant Improvement
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"You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others."
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About
Been at this game for a good while now. Starting RPing at the tender age of 15 back when Bebo was a thing. A year later I found myself forum Roleplaying and haven't really looked back since. Over these past ten years I have done practically every kind of RP you could imagine from Nation RPs and Arena RPs to 1x1s and Large group RPs. My last RP hobby was fighting RPs, which I have now decided to leave behind in order to pursue more SoL style Rps.

Outside of RP I am an aspiring writer, despite being terrible with words, as well as an avid gamer. If I am not on discord with the Guild or RPing in some way, I am probably on either my PlayStation or on Steam. Moved into D&D and ended up starting a podcast that has been an interesting journey.





Most Recent Posts

@Lady Amalthea

You mean all the research, and all that Mao reading i spent hours doing is for nothing xD

I read all the sheets, actually I read the alive sheets. Ok so asides from location everything else us ok? I Could just move it to another Base in GA
I have been up for just over 6 hours, it is now 2am and i am done *collapses*



Jacob Blackwell


Location: High School Gym >> Coaches Office


Jacob couldn't bear this. Everyone seemed to be focused on him now. And right now he would do anything from explaining to Riley and Tim that showing he was on the flight was harder than it looked. That distraction came in the form of Marc. Now that was a blast from the past. Though, everyone here was exactly that. At least he didn't have to give his excuse under duress now, as it seemed that Marc was almost sticking up for him. Jacob couldn't help but see that as slightly silly though; Jacob might not have done anything wrong, but even he would suspect himself given the current circumstances.

"I took a private charter flight" He bursted in after everyone had finished speaking, as if he needed to prove his innocence to everyone. "We don't go through gates or security. We just drive through the airport gates, board the jet and fly off to where we need to go. Would you think i would fly half way around the world in business class where i share it with god knows how many other people?" With that, Jacob needed to move. He hadn't moved his feet for a few minutes, and he could feel his body becoming uncomfortable from the sensation, though this discomfort of hearing that more of your classmates were dead was trumping that currently. "I was a superlative?" The question was silly. Jacob sort of knew the answer, but there was a genuine feeling of confusion though. After the Simone murder, Jacob deleted as much as high school out of his memory. He couldn't stand to think of it. Because of this a few details in his mind had gone a little fuzzy.

After people had responded in kind, Jacob would move those feet, the urge becoming too much as he walked away from the group slightly to lean against one of the nearby tables. From there he whipped out his phone and began to text like crazy. Well, what looked like crazy. It seemed that Jacob had such a grasp of technology that he could type much faster than a normal person. In fact he had sent, received and replied to a message in just over a minute. He then set his phone onto the table, lifting his hands back up and running his fingers through his hair. This place was becoming uncomfortable. With that he decided to get some new scenery. Without speaking to anyone or even checking anything, he walked forward, almost trance-like, reaching the coaches office door he opened it and walked inside. He didn't notice Ashley, he had his back to her. Once the door was closed he would lift his hands up and grasp the sides of his head. "Damnit..god fucking damnit. Keep it together Jacob!"
Will post ASAP, going to sleep now and have a house viewing tomorrow
@Gurren1

That's great. I had hoped more people would join. Three people had showed interest, but are a no show by the looks of it.


Jacob Blackwell


Location: High School Gym



Why wouldn't that lump go away? It's dryness was crippling. How could one tiny little dry spec cause so much damage? Jacob was trying to keep himself composed, or at least sentient for the time being. His mind was processing things at break neck speeds, his mind processing nearly 1000 things a second. Or at least that was how it felt. Countless Possibilities. Countless conversations that could be. Every conversation there ever was. All of this rising up in Jacob's mind, before it came crashing down in a crescendo of confusion and worry. That culminated with Jacob burying his hands in his face. He had realised something. Something bad.

"Well i don't think i am going to miss Atlas, almost glad he is gone. Yeah, gone is good" Jacob muttered through his hand covered face. His words were audible, but his expression covered. Jacob had on instinct covered it, to hide the strange set of expressions pasted onto his face. Right now, Jacob's mind didn't know what expression to show. What was normal? It was a question he couldn't answer. Tim however had asked him a question. And he knew he was going to have to answer. The answer he was going to give, wouldn't have been the answer Jacob would have liked to give. He wasn't so sure if Tim would have liked the answer. If he wouldn't then he was going to love the answer Jacob would actually give. "I don't have any evidence to prove i was on those planes" Jacob said bluntly, Practically handing Tim a loaded gun. There was more to it than that. But right now Jacob had felt so deflated inside he didn't even want to fight for himself. Were Jessica and Valencia really gone? Sure they weren't friends at high school. But it felt wrong. It felt bad. Cynthia had spoken, but Jacob wasn't listening. Tim was his only focus right now. He was going to speak up, expand on his statement. But again... what was the point. He had been through this before.
Personally i don't mind, i will go with the flow


Jacob Blackwell


Location: High School Gym



Despite Jacob not wanting to come as such, it seemed that Tim had taken his tone the wrong away. Tim pretty much went into 'i am the law' mode and started acting high and mighty, swinging his authority around almost like a bat. And while Jacob usually wouldn't let that slide, on this one occasion he did. Mainly because of the beginning of Tim's statement. Three Murders? The very thought if having been near or suspected of another murder caused a dry lump to form in his throat. This really was a nightmare. It had to be. Cynthia and Riley, being questioned for murder again... Was someone playing a trick on him? Was someone going to come out from nowhere and point out a hidden camera? This had to be set up. It had to be.

So why didn't the fear or the strange pain he was feeling go away? It seemed that he couldn't really do much at this point. Jacob tried to speak, raising his finer up as if to make a point, but nothing came out of his mouth, opening it revealed nothing but slight groans and the escaping air of his lungs. Eventually a few more seconds later, Jacob was able to start forming some words.

"Murders... Three? Now?... Oh god... This is like Simone all over again. Well... I... i wasn't here. I have only just arrived in town.. I was on the plane to LA from Tokyo from 4pm yesterday. Haven't stopped travelling since... There, he covered his back. Gave his statement. It was the truth, so no more suspicion could come upon him. But he couldn't help but ask. Curiosity had now started gnawing at him and he had to satisfy it before it consumed him. Even if part of him didn't want to know the answer. "Who... who has been killed?"
In Mahz's Dev Journal 10 yrs ago Forum: News
With regards to the spam, maybe having a email confirmation before you are allowed to post might help?

Or perhaps a team of moderators have to authorise your first 3 posts on the forum like the do on KSP
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