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1 yr ago
Current roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Not giving up. Be a space monkey in the depths of scifi hell.
1 yr ago
roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Zooming near zero hear, kindred. Check it out. Help me out.
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roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Help me out, kindred. Let know what flow goes for your soul.
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roleplayerguild.com/topics/… Need more people. Come, come. Contribute to the horrified screams in darkness.
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1 yr ago
Holy Shit!

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Role Play Preferences:[/b] Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

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Most Recent Posts



I've been writing straight on a big ass project since before my last post. Hence my absence. I didn't think it would be this intense but even Sentel told me I need a break and I've been writing like a whip dipped in ink.

I'm going to post tonight.


I'm as empty as you make me, kindred. That's like. how all the nothingness operates and motherfucking. congregates. It's all illusion and delusion and various protrusions.


Your dream room mate, comrade. Literally an empty void symbolized.

I have now officially a part of the monstergirl harem manga verse.
@Sherlock Holmes

Shit, my pipe polluter of the poetic posting pastures. I spit more lyrics than a dog that chewed up a motherfucking. musicians home work. You know. But that's just my natural tongue tap dance.

It's like. Speech check each sentence. I score high or I score low.

People have no idea what I'm saying half the time either way. So let the digit glide.
@Sherlock Holmes

Shit. When you are the detective you get the directive to be, motherfucking. inspective and that makes people protective, are you receiving my neuron news net, my English embodiment of enigmatic eliminator.
shit.Heard this guy got cody and some other,motherfucking. girl taken from him by their biological mammary manner.



for folks, who don't have a motherfucking. hour to peruse it properly.
As the grenade clattered onto the ground like the dice of fate, smiley for one brief moment pouted his lips into a kiss just for death before he quickly sprung his head forth in a compelled shot from his body, stretching out like a slinky just in time for the tip of his head to be on the edge of the explosion. A large blob of black tar rolled into the shadowed corner of the car park, letting out something resembling a scream mixed with gargle choking. His lower body had been detached and burned like oil in the corpse of the car.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

He screamed, his throat had been mutilated not by the injury but by pain, an audible frustration ringing in it as the sound of bubbles in his pit popped.

"Enough!"

He cried it with finality, stealth had been lost by agony and he rose in a flame of ink from behind smoldering plates of the car. The wiggle of his body danced like a mirage, vibrating restlessly in patterns that would easily collapse the muscles of anything natural. The charred cobra smile crawled back onto his cheek as he spat his skull forth and wrapped his jaws around a car wheel and quickly swung it forth at one of the scouts. He sprang around like a curved whip with his teeth torn open in a gaping wound to swallow him from the top down at the second scout.

The inky residue had slowly started to become more still as the seconds went on, his legs running after his own head as engaged in the enemy before him.


@Lugubrious(please excuse the messiness. I had to quick and dirty edit this due to my pick up arriving suddenly)
Posting today soon. Just got to move my motion sensors around a bit before I can, motherfucking. motivate the keyboard.

I'll be in the grove of my gene gardener so I won't be able to post after that for 2/3 days.
@LordofthePies

Welcome back to the Roll of Roles, brother. Epoch is more silent than a ADD mischief makers boot camp synergy though. I mean dead. Not silent.
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