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6 yrs ago
Current Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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7 yrs ago
Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
7 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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7 yrs ago
Got to get back into the swing of the things
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7 yrs ago
In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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Bio



I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.

Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.

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Anyone wanna do a...wild west shootout?

Or somethin'?
Connecting lower parts of the leg to the upper halves were several muscular tendons, stretched out like pulling apart a fat-filled piece of meat. A bullet tore into it, snapping it in two, the monster flinched, stumbled forward with two steps, almost too his knees, and screamed at the ground. The screech reverberated, shook the trees, shivered spines, trembled teeth. The scouts recoiled, covering their ears.
"Keep firing!"
Another hail of projectiles collided with the beast.

Weakness! Fix the weakness...

The tendons began convulsing, pivoting, hardening, shifting to improve the old design.

The shots ran out, bounced against the forest tree-line, and found their way faintly into the ears of the fleeing scout. The deserter's feet slammed against blue grass. His run came into a heavily wooded area, and he tripped. Crying out as pain spiked into his ankles, he slammed into the forest floor and tumbled onto his back again.

Chest heaving, he closed his eyes. If he concentrated hard enough, the pain and the gunshots would go away and he would just hear the rustling of the grass and trees. He sat up, ears perking. What was that? The dirt, ten yards away, was rising. Puffing dirt and frost, moving towards him. Like something was tunneling towards him. He leaned forward, curiously. Then, two more tunneling things encroached, disturbing the shrubbery. He began to panic. Hyperventilating, he attempted to stand up, but the crimson foot-long maggots leaped from the earth like demonic dolphins, they bore into him and he fell onto his stomach and squirmed.


took the one who ran away grabbed him ate him killed him dead-.
Silence, little ones. He took another step forward. He was almost upon them now. His shadow engulfed them. Their fast pebbles had stung his legs, but he had fixed that now. They just delayed the inevitable. He never understood why they couldn't just lay down and die for him. He sensed a green one, far below. It hopped away, but he reached down and his smaller appendages extended downwards, scooped it up, and plucked it into his "mouth". He glanced around, looking for another one to snack on. It was starting to get fun again.


The Corporal kept running. He desperately hoped he would come upon the outpost soon. He ducked underneath a low hanging branch. Surely..? He was growing weary, desperate, scared, even. But he kept going. Away from the conflict and towards safety...he hoped.
i'll make a thing soon

Who did we agree would ultimately win the fight?
it's cool

don't worry 'bout it
The smaller sub species that came out of the Threat's feet is a small cluster of subterranean carnivorous worm creatures. They dig underground at a little over the speed an average human runs. They go after weak, vulnerable prey too small for the Threat's main attention. So, if you wanna write something about the guy who ran away or the scouts attacking the Threat, and also Thar, you can do that.

You don't have to do all of it. Just the Thar part, really.
Other stuff is just for fun.
With their communications down and both their leaders gone, the remaining scouts stood there for a brief moment. They glanced at the huge monstrosity standing before them. They felt it's invisible eyes gaze down upon them. One man, frozen solid with fright, dropped his gun and sprinted away into the forest.

"C-coward!" The other Ord Donna shouted after him, stammering.

Take the one who ran away the one who left the others grab him pull him bite him-. With that brief burst of thoughts, his body slowly revitalizing, he sent the weakest sub-part of himself after the dot who ran into the native wooden forest. The species dug out from his foot and into the ground. He roared again.

"Well, if we're gonna...if we're gonna save the world, let's get started," The Ord Donna said. He advanced forward and began firing on the creature. The others followed suit, spreading out in a concave formation as if they were fighting an enemy armored vehicle. Their Elzion guns flashed as they advanced.



The indigenous species walked towards him, making bright lights at him. They were still far away, and since this was the only defense the planet was putting up, he decided to have some fun. If you could call it that. He reached his massive three-pronged hand to the ground, and his smaller digits grasped a multitude of rocks and boulders. He hefted a large cluster of projectiles at the left section of enemies.

Okay i was waiting for it to be edited but I'll just go on ahead
Alright. Although, you might have to edit your post and put a sentence in there about how the communications were down.
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