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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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Really tired right now, in recovery, BUT I WILL GET A POST UP EITHER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW! >:D
@AcerRo

I say we see what happens once we get everyone together. More or less that is. Then that will be a good time to bring up the question again.
@AcerRo

Not sure if you saw, I did get a post in. Wasn't the best but I can get another in soon if you'd like.
@Wraithblade6

So much shit is about to go down I don't think I can find a better meme for it...
Eric Miller


Eric ran out of the cave looking for Christi, though he wasn't familiar with the woods here. No... He'd get lost looking. He did how ever know how to get back to the mine shaft. Eric ran for all hell chocking on his poor breathing patterns until he got back to the shaft. When he got there he figured out what the gun shots were... he counted three bodies, chances are Danny's friend. They were all burned, shot up, one looked like he had a whole clip filled into his back at close range. His leg was shot out too. The smell of burnt flesh almost made him throw up. Violently.

Eli did this. He talked about the burned man he had seen earlier. Had he done this? He did didn't he?! Eric saw the 20 gauge pump action still intact. Looked like it was dropped before it was burned. Eric grabbed it and grabbed the box of shells for it. While doing so he saw what he presumed to be a .44 magnum crammed in the belt loop of one of the other people's pants. The gun looked intact so he grabbed it, not finding more bullets for it though. He opened it up and checked the bullets, all six were accounted for. He closed the gun and tucked it in his own belt. He soon grabbed the shotgun and ran back to the cave. If Christi went back there Eli was still there, and armed. "CHRISTI!" He screamed, hoping she wasn't there.
POSTED! Though I didn't put anything in for Kathryn's reaction to Dracula's call. Figured that would be something better suited for a later post. Deon got the message though. Now will Kate considering she's a mix blood?
Deon Erickson


After getting stabbed, shot, surrounded, and having his building compromised, Deon was pissed. After bracing the remains of his arm to the remains of it's respective shoulder the loose limb was finally taking to it's old home. Still weak, still damaged, but it shouldn't fall off too easily now. At least half his security staff was dead now, the other half scattered and too thin to do much. His potential base was in chaos, he could try to retake it later with a small tactical force. But that would take time, time was not something he had available to him. He no longer had the funds to build a new base, he had other facilities but non as efficient as this one. Or as home like. No... He could recover from this. Yes, things didn't go according to plan, but he still had a lot left. Soon the debt he had on his technical Nine Lives wouldn't matter. He would be leading his new army to overthrow the mortals once and for all.

Erickson made it back to his living area where he kept his personal weaponry. His blades, rifles, more bullets, and in case, some explosives. With his trench coat, and what tools he figured he would need, he was ready to go. Once he was about to leave the office he heard something... no... someone. Someone that brought joy to him like a parent returning from war, a college kid getting their tuition paid for in full with out debt, a child trying sweets for the first time, an old war monger who's ticket to freedom just awoke. "To me." was all the voice said through it's message. Deon didn't need to be an expert to know where it was coming from, or who it was coming from.

Deon ran back into his rooms to grab an old suit that he had salvaged over the course of years. Something his father should appreciate. Too years to find the right and authentic fabric and to make it fit. But he had it now. Deon took the stairs holding the nice clothes from the late 1800's to give to his guest, trying to hide the excitement he had within him.

Once in the storage level he saw the one thing he had been waiting for his entire life. Ever since he was turned he wanted to meet him. When he heard of his death he mourned for years, when he recovered his remains he felt so much relief that he prepared operations to overthrow the human race even before the original Night Wars. "Father." Deon stood in shock for a moment. Then doing the one thing he knew how to do, take orders. He knelled before him, and awaited his next mission.

Kathryn Miller


Kathryn stood by as the other vampire tool over in trying to save her father. Though he had already lost a lot of blood. Even vampires could bleed out. At first it seemed turning him was working, he started waking up. Soon screaming in pain as his heart failed to keep up with the transformation and soon quit. Kathryn stood in shock as her only remaining family had just passed. Now, he lay there, blood across the floor, half turned, dying part way through the process. "I... I..." She was speechless. She didn't know what to do, what to say, part of her body was telling her to cry, but she couldn't. She even wondered if vampires had the ability to cry? "D...Daddy?" She tried to speak again. barely getting out the one word. At the age of 59 years, 11 months, and 29 days, Hank Miller had passed.
@Remipa Awesome So if you read my last two posts, Dracula awoke and is sending out a supernatural call to all his kindred to rejoin him. That would apply to Deon.


Alrighty, I shall get a post up soon. Hopefully before I go camping, if not I will search for Wifi and post.
@Wraithblade6

I did look for it for a while, still wasn't able to find it. Who posted for the call?
@Wraithblade6

Alrighty, I can put that together, though I don't remember a call while reading.... I will re read to find that.
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