I'll try to figure something out.
Post will be in multi parts with multiple people.
Post will be in multi parts with multiple people.
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Done with this site for now. Take care.
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Except for 1 or 2 rps and some partners, I'm essentially done with the site. Can only sit down for posts once a week. Hate to make others wait.
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Im cutting down on my writing time. Other projects to focus on.
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Pointless and garbage respectively.
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Want to do a slice of life romance, in the MHA universe. SoL is good with an interesting backdrop.
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I don't know how to make this all stylish yet. I'll figure it out eventually.
In the mean time ahem:
Hello! I am currently writing a script for a fantasy story I plan on animating (Using the program Poser) Rping really helps get my creative muscles flexing and I'm going to be incorporating some character ideas into the RPs I produce with other people. This could include Male or Female. I really try to challenge myself.
I am a huuuuuuuge fan of epic scale narrative, and breathing life into a story is a great passion of mine. Seriously I watch trope talk pod casts and how to write, just to make my script as effective as possible.
I am versatile. I love things with emotion, whether Romance, Grim, Adventure Thriller, or even Comedy. Above all else, I love to entertain. I hope to do so with you.
Discord Shwiggityshwah#6420
I also have a 1X1 interest check.
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In the mean time ahem:
Hello! I am currently writing a script for a fantasy story I plan on animating (Using the program Poser) Rping really helps get my creative muscles flexing and I'm going to be incorporating some character ideas into the RPs I produce with other people. This could include Male or Female. I really try to challenge myself.
I am a huuuuuuuge fan of epic scale narrative, and breathing life into a story is a great passion of mine. Seriously I watch trope talk pod casts and how to write, just to make my script as effective as possible.
I am versatile. I love things with emotion, whether Romance, Grim, Adventure Thriller, or even Comedy. Above all else, I love to entertain. I hope to do so with you.
Discord Shwiggityshwah#6420
I also have a 1X1 interest check.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/175784-tal…
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Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Im a little torn between character ideas.
Tell me, is ESPERs (FFIV) are they a thing in universe? Basically summons but by bonding with them you pick up on learning magic.
Tell me, is ESPERs (FFIV) are they a thing in universe? Basically summons but by bonding with them you pick up on learning magic.
Hello and welcome to the guild.
I hope you have alot of great stories!
I hope you have alot of great stories!
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Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
"What a mess."
Angel had to keep a sunny disposition. It was to keep her sanity. Laugh in the face of danger, and maybe you can pretend to be brave.
Inside she was freaking out and kept her pitchfork nearby. She wished she had a real spear but that was the best she could do for a long time now, and frankly, it worked pretty good so far.
Anywho, she didn't need torches, her unique structure could pick up on warmth, and her tongue could taste the air for anything strange. She decided very quickly to keep that in her mouth. It smelled like death here. Alot of these bodies were only a few days old and the flies were having a feast. Without that, and without light, her progress between the buildings were slow.
Having been a farmer herself, she knows how folks would store their food. There was always some stuff in jars and pots, most of the time, meal food like wheaet and corn were stiched in giant bags like flour. There were also the silos. If the silos were here, and their contents weren't completely invested with vermin, the kids could eat pretty for atleast a few days. She had to remember her family though, how they barely did any work in the days leading up to this insanity, and how their hard work was allowed to wilt and spoil. He hoped that this town had thought of something for the winter before everything went to hell.
She thought back of the decision to head into town. "Y'all better not try ta shoot at me, ya hear." She reminded everyone before they went on this little errand. She went ahead of the group. Her tail actually made less noise then everyone's feet, shockingly so she could scout it out first just to make sure. She knows she was different. One of the only 'monsters' of the small army of kids. But she was trying to be a sweetheart as best she could. The kids were scared, and there were worse thing about then a beautiful smiling snake girl. Atleast that was her reasoning. She could swear some of the kids though she was going to eat them, even though she was the one that ended up cooking most of the time.
Regardless, so far so good, but as quiet as things were, she could hear the noises in the distance. A scream even and this made her go peeak past a corner and take a look. They weren't panicking so everything must have been fine.
Speaking of, she didn't check this house yet. She climbed in through the window, her bulk landing with a creak.
@Vertigo
She winced at the sound, which almost made herself jump. "Eeep... okay okay Angel, you be brave now." She kept the prongs forward as she vaulted up on her tail. Typical cottage, typical things in a typical house. It was like a hurricane went through it. Tables, chairs, broken windows, soot out of the fire. A rocking chair lay broken, balls of wool on the floor. She made her way to the kitchen, not much better. The pots and pans were scattered, some hanging dangerously from hooks threatening to fall off.
She kept her eyes, nose trained on the floor, the corners, anywhere someone or something could hide. If there was a battle here, where are the bod- She stopped as she almost tripped on a woman's corpse. "Good lords..." She said with a quiver. The woman's head had been bashed in with a frying pain. The blood and pulp had congealed into a blackish mark. This made the naga put a hand to her mouth and back up---
into the pot that was hanging. It fell off the hook and landed on the counter and then the floor with an audibly large crash!
Angel had to keep a sunny disposition. It was to keep her sanity. Laugh in the face of danger, and maybe you can pretend to be brave.
Inside she was freaking out and kept her pitchfork nearby. She wished she had a real spear but that was the best she could do for a long time now, and frankly, it worked pretty good so far.
Anywho, she didn't need torches, her unique structure could pick up on warmth, and her tongue could taste the air for anything strange. She decided very quickly to keep that in her mouth. It smelled like death here. Alot of these bodies were only a few days old and the flies were having a feast. Without that, and without light, her progress between the buildings were slow.
Having been a farmer herself, she knows how folks would store their food. There was always some stuff in jars and pots, most of the time, meal food like wheaet and corn were stiched in giant bags like flour. There were also the silos. If the silos were here, and their contents weren't completely invested with vermin, the kids could eat pretty for atleast a few days. She had to remember her family though, how they barely did any work in the days leading up to this insanity, and how their hard work was allowed to wilt and spoil. He hoped that this town had thought of something for the winter before everything went to hell.
She thought back of the decision to head into town. "Y'all better not try ta shoot at me, ya hear." She reminded everyone before they went on this little errand. She went ahead of the group. Her tail actually made less noise then everyone's feet, shockingly so she could scout it out first just to make sure. She knows she was different. One of the only 'monsters' of the small army of kids. But she was trying to be a sweetheart as best she could. The kids were scared, and there were worse thing about then a beautiful smiling snake girl. Atleast that was her reasoning. She could swear some of the kids though she was going to eat them, even though she was the one that ended up cooking most of the time.
Regardless, so far so good, but as quiet as things were, she could hear the noises in the distance. A scream even and this made her go peeak past a corner and take a look. They weren't panicking so everything must have been fine.
Speaking of, she didn't check this house yet. She climbed in through the window, her bulk landing with a creak.
@Vertigo
She winced at the sound, which almost made herself jump. "Eeep... okay okay Angel, you be brave now." She kept the prongs forward as she vaulted up on her tail. Typical cottage, typical things in a typical house. It was like a hurricane went through it. Tables, chairs, broken windows, soot out of the fire. A rocking chair lay broken, balls of wool on the floor. She made her way to the kitchen, not much better. The pots and pans were scattered, some hanging dangerously from hooks threatening to fall off.
She kept her eyes, nose trained on the floor, the corners, anywhere someone or something could hide. If there was a battle here, where are the bod- She stopped as she almost tripped on a woman's corpse. "Good lords..." She said with a quiver. The woman's head had been bashed in with a frying pain. The blood and pulp had congealed into a blackish mark. This made the naga put a hand to her mouth and back up---
into the pot that was hanging. It fell off the hook and landed on the counter and then the floor with an audibly large crash!
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Long ago, in a kingdom far far away. (Fantasy appcalypse, more details to come.)
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
We all in the same group?
He started out really early. The pickup truck served him for over a decade now. Its struts were coated in rust, its engines nearly black from carbon and soot. It grinded, grumbled, but it rolled along like its supposed to. It was an old reliable girl and it's driver took care of it, even if it did show it's age. In its back, held down with bungee cords and tarps were the bags, boxes and brick-a-brack that was the entire life of a single young man. It was all he had, all he needed, for now anyway. He had some money left to him from his uncle to get things going, but other than that, he got an address. A shop somewhere in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin.
It was a job, something he didn't have for the past three months. Graduating college didn't guarantee anything along the rust belt. He thought about computer store, pharmacy, applying as a shift supervisor somewhere, but either he could never get the credit for the loans for a starter, or the places were soul crushing bits of corporate run off. He'd barely get enough to live even if he slaved away for a couple hours. It was moments like this he wished he'd been an engineer, or IT. Too late now. Atleast the place was a shop and atleast he could run it his way. He didn't expect anything more than a tacky tourist shop but what else was he to do. It might be his big chance.
Even on the highway, one could tell just how far it was from civilization. The exit was coming up, and it wasn't even for a town. The entire off ramp was dedicated to a single sign giving the parks name, but nothing else. No camping grounds, no hiking or fishing spots. That didn't bode well. His truck hugged the curve as he looked out over the acres of farmland designed for dairy cows. It meant that there must have been a town somewhere, it might be miles, but atleast he had that.
His road crossed several intersections, the flatness of the plane gave way to the rising bit of tree and hill. It loomed over him like a tidal wave that only got bigger and bigger as he approached. He caught it just as the sun passed behind some clouds, giving the whole bit of trees a sinister look, like an endless row of teeth from some giant monster. He shoke his head, his imagination running away with him like it usually did, even at his age.
A lonely bumpy road was next, probably doing a number on his tires, but the parking lot was a nice change to the lonely road. He wondered how many people would actually come out this far. Hikers, campers. He could only guess. He stepped out of his truck and approached with a letter in hand.
Hey Kiddo
Heard you were in a bind. Big city life aint all it's cracked up to be? If you're willing to start in a place a little quieter I think I know just the place for you to start. Every pin stripped big brass CEO had to start somewhere. Why don't you look over the place for me? You might even have some fun.
Your Uncle
Hemem
PS: Watch where you step
And there there was the address to this old rickety shack of a store. He knew it. It was just going to be knick-knacks, tribal trinkets, dream catchers, and wooden carving. All the usual bullshit that his mom detested. Selling their culture, there history, to be pocketed away forever in the box of someones basment or to atleast be put on display on some grandma's mantle, given by a kid who didn't know what else to get. Thats what the great native American people were now, souvenirs.
He read the sign over it. "Goldelocks?" He said aloud before his face twisted in a frown. "Wheres the three bears?" He approached, a bag thrown over his shoulder. He'd go back to get the rest of his stuff later. They'd be safe out here in the middle of nowhere at eight in the morning. He was already regretting this decision. He had a laptop back there. Without wifi itd be useless. Maybe this was a sign to go back to a simpler time.
And speaking of signs, the place wasn't even open. A 'Sorry We're Closed' sign greeting him. There was a door bell next to the door frame, and he pressed his thumb to it. He heard the zzzzzzz of an alarm reverberate beyond the door way. They probably werent even up yet.
It was a job, something he didn't have for the past three months. Graduating college didn't guarantee anything along the rust belt. He thought about computer store, pharmacy, applying as a shift supervisor somewhere, but either he could never get the credit for the loans for a starter, or the places were soul crushing bits of corporate run off. He'd barely get enough to live even if he slaved away for a couple hours. It was moments like this he wished he'd been an engineer, or IT. Too late now. Atleast the place was a shop and atleast he could run it his way. He didn't expect anything more than a tacky tourist shop but what else was he to do. It might be his big chance.
Even on the highway, one could tell just how far it was from civilization. The exit was coming up, and it wasn't even for a town. The entire off ramp was dedicated to a single sign giving the parks name, but nothing else. No camping grounds, no hiking or fishing spots. That didn't bode well. His truck hugged the curve as he looked out over the acres of farmland designed for dairy cows. It meant that there must have been a town somewhere, it might be miles, but atleast he had that.
His road crossed several intersections, the flatness of the plane gave way to the rising bit of tree and hill. It loomed over him like a tidal wave that only got bigger and bigger as he approached. He caught it just as the sun passed behind some clouds, giving the whole bit of trees a sinister look, like an endless row of teeth from some giant monster. He shoke his head, his imagination running away with him like it usually did, even at his age.
A lonely bumpy road was next, probably doing a number on his tires, but the parking lot was a nice change to the lonely road. He wondered how many people would actually come out this far. Hikers, campers. He could only guess. He stepped out of his truck and approached with a letter in hand.
Hey Kiddo
Heard you were in a bind. Big city life aint all it's cracked up to be? If you're willing to start in a place a little quieter I think I know just the place for you to start. Every pin stripped big brass CEO had to start somewhere. Why don't you look over the place for me? You might even have some fun.
Your Uncle
Hemem
PS: Watch where you step
And there there was the address to this old rickety shack of a store. He knew it. It was just going to be knick-knacks, tribal trinkets, dream catchers, and wooden carving. All the usual bullshit that his mom detested. Selling their culture, there history, to be pocketed away forever in the box of someones basment or to atleast be put on display on some grandma's mantle, given by a kid who didn't know what else to get. Thats what the great native American people were now, souvenirs.
He read the sign over it. "Goldelocks?" He said aloud before his face twisted in a frown. "Wheres the three bears?" He approached, a bag thrown over his shoulder. He'd go back to get the rest of his stuff later. They'd be safe out here in the middle of nowhere at eight in the morning. He was already regretting this decision. He had a laptop back there. Without wifi itd be useless. Maybe this was a sign to go back to a simpler time.
And speaking of signs, the place wasn't even open. A 'Sorry We're Closed' sign greeting him. There was a door bell next to the door frame, and he pressed his thumb to it. He heard the zzzzzzz of an alarm reverberate beyond the door way. They probably werent even up yet.
I thought my story is my first post. I pulled up and was greeted by someone else.
Okay so William makes a new 'friend'
I can imagine ranger rock is going to be his morpheus and take him down the rabbit hole.
Gotta read the new satyr lady.
Hey everyone btw
I can imagine ranger rock is going to be his morpheus and take him down the rabbit hole.
Gotta read the new satyr lady.
Hey everyone btw
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