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6 yrs ago
Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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Ehem lol, still waiting on me - after going through powers either due to being too similar to others or personal dissatisfaction / too OP but ive think its either going to be animal mimicry or animal morphing (wouldnt mind sprouting wings and flying around at will)
You could always try either this or this
Edit: Or even this
James had arrived earlier hoping that being early was a good thing. He was eager, yes; but most of the reason was he was nervous and wanted to get the introductions and first day done. His parents didn't look very sad at his departure, which was worrying, but in any case things couldn't get any worse. Not unless he had to fight something. Then things might have gone downhill.
James had been called a witch hunter from an early age, which wasn't fitting as he had killed very few. His parents would be contracted to have James get kidnapped by the witch, where the boy would proceed to decimate it using magic. This got him transferred to the very academy he was standing in. A famous one, definitely - but not his first choice, but that was how things went in his family. Looking around, there were some people beginning to enter, but none that note worthy. None except a girl around his age entering, looking slightly worried and lost, but receiving some optimism on her face as she entered. Christ things are already looking rough. Where the hell am I supposed to go? he thought, spinning around and scanning the area for a possible sign, but finding none.
James had been called a witch hunter from an early age, which wasn't fitting as he had killed very few. His parents would be contracted to have James get kidnapped by the witch, where the boy would proceed to decimate it using magic. This got him transferred to the very academy he was standing in. A famous one, definitely - but not his first choice, but that was how things went in his family. Looking around, there were some people beginning to enter, but none that note worthy. None except a girl around his age entering, looking slightly worried and lost, but receiving some optimism on her face as she entered. Christ things are already looking rough. Where the hell am I supposed to go? he thought, spinning around and scanning the area for a possible sign, but finding none.
I am currently writing a CS, though I am having some problems getting an image. Anyone got any suggestions that could make my job easier?
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Woah, calm down dude! Why are you so angry? This is a basically free RP, which means you're free to do as you please though there are GM and Co-GM events. Are you okay though?
Did it come across sounding angry? I wrote it as joke, but whatever. I just thought it was funny there is all this chaos going on and this lots having a bonding session. xD
Josh had jumped on a bus that was supposed to send him straight to the Academy of English Writing and Literature; a well renowned school that was famous for their upbringing of some great poets and play wrights. As the bus travelled slowly, something happened - something odd. The other people didn't seem to notice it but it was there. Something malicious and evil. The bus turned and sped up, sailing straight into a fuel depot; a one way ticket to hell, at least for a normal person. The bus crashed, exploding upon impact and destroying the depot, but more importantly killing everyone on board. The twisted, smouldering skeleton that was the bus lay there, and strewn around it were charred corpses. To the side of one, a pair of shattered and burnt glasses, and a small dice.
Josh's head was swimming, filled with odd shapes and colours that could only be described as a bad trip. Everything smelt of smoke and burning oil mixed with scorched flesh. Standing up and casting the images aside, he saw the scene. Destruction - pure destruction. In his hand a small, blue dice with 20 sides; except the only numbers were the 1 and 20, with the rest blank. Sirens were roaring, at least they sounded like they were roaring. Blaring might have been the better word, but his head hurt and his mind couldn't distinguish the two. Police tape surrounded the area and people had crowded around it. So many dead - probably a suicide attack. There hadn't been any previous news of suicide attacks in Avernale, and certainly not in England. Maybe this was a war declaration. Who knew. All he knew however was that he felt something missing; like someone took tweezers and plucked a piece of his mind away. He was headed for the Academy, and then the bus turned off. He felt strange and that was it.
Taking the dice he rolled it across the floor, it landing on the 1. Instantly his head began to ache and images of death flowed through it. The bus. The bus turned and ploughed straight into the fuel depot. Did the driver even care? At least 20 bodies were around. Some might have been taken away, others not in view. His lungs burnt and the memory kept repeating. Fire licked at the ground and the corpses and the bus. Police moved into the area and looked it over. everything went so fast. Josh took the dice again, and rolled a 20. His lungs were filled with clean air and the memory stopped repeating in a painful fashion with no control, but instead one where he was in control. That was right, he got on the bus and the driver killed everyone. Was it everyone? Across the road a body lay, with broken glasses and a scorched D20 resting on the 1. Josh keeled over, collapsed and sat there staring. How? How could he be dead? HOW? This wasn't supposed to happen. He was going to live a successful life as an author and full-fill his dreams. How could he die? how...?
Josh's head was swimming, filled with odd shapes and colours that could only be described as a bad trip. Everything smelt of smoke and burning oil mixed with scorched flesh. Standing up and casting the images aside, he saw the scene. Destruction - pure destruction. In his hand a small, blue dice with 20 sides; except the only numbers were the 1 and 20, with the rest blank. Sirens were roaring, at least they sounded like they were roaring. Blaring might have been the better word, but his head hurt and his mind couldn't distinguish the two. Police tape surrounded the area and people had crowded around it. So many dead - probably a suicide attack. There hadn't been any previous news of suicide attacks in Avernale, and certainly not in England. Maybe this was a war declaration. Who knew. All he knew however was that he felt something missing; like someone took tweezers and plucked a piece of his mind away. He was headed for the Academy, and then the bus turned off. He felt strange and that was it.
Taking the dice he rolled it across the floor, it landing on the 1. Instantly his head began to ache and images of death flowed through it. The bus. The bus turned and ploughed straight into the fuel depot. Did the driver even care? At least 20 bodies were around. Some might have been taken away, others not in view. His lungs burnt and the memory kept repeating. Fire licked at the ground and the corpses and the bus. Police moved into the area and looked it over. everything went so fast. Josh took the dice again, and rolled a 20. His lungs were filled with clean air and the memory stopped repeating in a painful fashion with no control, but instead one where he was in control. That was right, he got on the bus and the driver killed everyone. Was it everyone? Across the road a body lay, with broken glasses and a scorched D20 resting on the 1. Josh keeled over, collapsed and sat there staring. How? How could he be dead? HOW? This wasn't supposed to happen. He was going to live a successful life as an author and full-fill his dreams. How could he die? how...?
I love how I have broken the gym, Lyra has turned most people in the mall crazy and Kenny and Persephone are talking about apples. Fuck it, and now Azai and Oscar are bonding. This is just perfect D:<
Rebecca walked further up to the school with the Little Monkey and stalker following behind her. Sotoe asked about her abilities and the way she presented herself, comparing her characteristics to that of a Level 5. That was almost true, since she did display the mental traits that were normally associated wit Espers of that level.
"I'm a Level 4, but my ability isn't a common one." she replied, almost ignoring his last comments but paying attention to his ability. She continued upwards to the area the assembly would take place.
After the assembly ended, which continued for a short time but felt like ages, she ended up in the line for the Esper system scan - stood behind an odd looking girl wearing a hat and a purple haired esper. Along with that, she stood behind a very odd looking kid who she could have sworn was a member of Woodles Noodles. The three of them were talking about magic and AIM diffusion fields. As well, the noodle guy spoke about more AIM being more power. Fool. Rebecca decided to lend her knowledge to the poor guy.
"That is incorrect. An AIM field is a weak field that is constantly emitted due to an espers ability. A more powerful AIM field does not represent an espers power, but instead how they are using the ability. If a Pyromancer were to increase the amount of power they exerted, the AIM field would become hotter and could create fire, where as an electromaster would create a stronger electromagnetic field." she said. That was what Sunless had told her, and her being a powerful ability manipulator was reason enough to believe it. "The names Rebecca, by the way. I was wondering if you had seen a girl with vibrant red hair around here; I can't see her for some reason."
"I'm a Level 4, but my ability isn't a common one." she replied, almost ignoring his last comments but paying attention to his ability. She continued upwards to the area the assembly would take place.
After the assembly ended, which continued for a short time but felt like ages, she ended up in the line for the Esper system scan - stood behind an odd looking girl wearing a hat and a purple haired esper. Along with that, she stood behind a very odd looking kid who she could have sworn was a member of Woodles Noodles. The three of them were talking about magic and AIM diffusion fields. As well, the noodle guy spoke about more AIM being more power. Fool. Rebecca decided to lend her knowledge to the poor guy.
"That is incorrect. An AIM field is a weak field that is constantly emitted due to an espers ability. A more powerful AIM field does not represent an espers power, but instead how they are using the ability. If a Pyromancer were to increase the amount of power they exerted, the AIM field would become hotter and could create fire, where as an electromaster would create a stronger electromagnetic field." she said. That was what Sunless had told her, and her being a powerful ability manipulator was reason enough to believe it. "The names Rebecca, by the way. I was wondering if you had seen a girl with vibrant red hair around here; I can't see her for some reason."
"Sup' bitch." was definitely NOT the response Rebecca had been expecting. Oddly enough, though, it was not the answer that would have him dead by morning, which was lucky for him. She looked up at him, slightly confused at the response and taking a short while to process what just happened. A fashion reject and possible stalker had just been caught and used a rather offensive term. Then he suddenly got a look of "ooooh fuck what did I just do" and Rebecca realised he probably didn't mean to say that, but rather it just came out. She understood. She had been in several situations where she just said something randomly without thinking - which in most cases led to her being shot at. Hopefully this guy didn't have a gun on him, but even if he did it probably wouldn't do anything. Guns tend to be pretty useless against someone who can control parts of the air itself.
"Not too bad. You saved yourself from an unfortunate end which is something to be proud of. The names Rebecca." she looked back at the little monkey, "Little monkey we need to go now otherwise we will miss the assembly!" and with that she walked off again towards the school. So far the cast of characters was a rather diverse palette. But they were not the ones she wanted to meet. Apparently one of the Level 5's would be attending. A Level 5 Pyromancer. I would like to see this Level 5 fight melting point. Maybe she would stop calling herself flame princess and bow down to the more powerful Pyromancer. even if she told someone they wouldn't know who she was talking about. Melting Point, his name was; the leader of SOUL, friend of Dark Matter and Dual Skill wielder - the boss, if you will.
"Not too bad. You saved yourself from an unfortunate end which is something to be proud of. The names Rebecca." she looked back at the little monkey, "Little monkey we need to go now otherwise we will miss the assembly!" and with that she walked off again towards the school. So far the cast of characters was a rather diverse palette. But they were not the ones she wanted to meet. Apparently one of the Level 5's would be attending. A Level 5 Pyromancer. I would like to see this Level 5 fight melting point. Maybe she would stop calling herself flame princess and bow down to the more powerful Pyromancer. even if she told someone they wouldn't know who she was talking about. Melting Point, his name was; the leader of SOUL, friend of Dark Matter and Dual Skill wielder - the boss, if you will.
Will have a CS up tomorrow.
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