@InfiniteEmbers Hehehehe, oh this song. I enjoy this one, but I burned myself out on it pretty quickly the first time I heard it. 7/10
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STATUS: You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG. 6 yrs ago
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You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Back to RPG.
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I've been away for so long. Holy shit.
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I'm done with Guam. I want to get back home, buy an 80s Japanese sports car, and get to tuning.
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Motorcycle is finally street legal. Now I can finally live.
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I'M BACK, BABY!
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Well, it is now, and that is definitely the famously recognizable voice of the true "Ghost".
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STALKER: Cheeki Breeki.
@Heat 5/10 Can't say I was a fan. I could get into the instrumentals, but the yelling, in my opinion, didn't go well with it and just felt like screaming for the sake of screaming. It did mesh better in the closing verse, though.
I'm amazed Avenged Sevenfold hasn't popped up yet. Let's rectify that.
I'm amazed Avenged Sevenfold hasn't popped up yet. Let's rectify that.
Hey, first post is up. Sorry for the rather ridiculous wait.
@SilverFallen
Scott's dreams were often random; first he would be in a field talking with a friend, then he would turn around and find himself taking a shit in a bathroom, and then he would look around the stall and suddenly find himself in a college classroom with his pants still around his ankles. You know, that kind of random. Nothing quite extraordinary, just random little snippets of a typical day in a normal person's life.
That did largely change after he entered The Zone. Nightmares quickly became the norm, when he did dream. He eventually found it to be more beneficial to just take naps throughout the day than to try to get a full night's sleep. It tended to make the dreams less common at all, but once in a blue moon, regardless of the circumstances, his mind would revert back to the typical formula of playing random bullshit. This was one such time. At least until subtle perturbations in the ambient sounds of the farmhouse within which he decided to nap in slowly brought consciousness back to him.
His eyes opened, and at first he was simply groggy, not fully taking note of the sound of creaking wood every couple of seconds. At one point he heard it, and turned his head towards the stairs leading to the ground floor. He at first wrote it off as the structure settling, but then heard it again, and noticed that it was coupled with the light shuffling of clothing.
He immediately got out of the couch that he had been laying on and tried to go for his gun, but stopped when the barrel of a shotgun found it's way over the lip and pointed towards him. Naturally, it was probably time to opt for diplomacy.
"Hey there, how's it going?" he asked, trying his best to be his usual friendly self. "Is your morning going well? I know mine could be better! Speaking of which, do you mind not killing me right now?" He hoped that whomever he saw behind the shotgun was a reasonable person, and better yet didn't mind some flippancy.
Scott's dreams were often random; first he would be in a field talking with a friend, then he would turn around and find himself taking a shit in a bathroom, and then he would look around the stall and suddenly find himself in a college classroom with his pants still around his ankles. You know, that kind of random. Nothing quite extraordinary, just random little snippets of a typical day in a normal person's life.
That did largely change after he entered The Zone. Nightmares quickly became the norm, when he did dream. He eventually found it to be more beneficial to just take naps throughout the day than to try to get a full night's sleep. It tended to make the dreams less common at all, but once in a blue moon, regardless of the circumstances, his mind would revert back to the typical formula of playing random bullshit. This was one such time. At least until subtle perturbations in the ambient sounds of the farmhouse within which he decided to nap in slowly brought consciousness back to him.
His eyes opened, and at first he was simply groggy, not fully taking note of the sound of creaking wood every couple of seconds. At one point he heard it, and turned his head towards the stairs leading to the ground floor. He at first wrote it off as the structure settling, but then heard it again, and noticed that it was coupled with the light shuffling of clothing.
He immediately got out of the couch that he had been laying on and tried to go for his gun, but stopped when the barrel of a shotgun found it's way over the lip and pointed towards him. Naturally, it was probably time to opt for diplomacy.
"Hey there, how's it going?" he asked, trying his best to be his usual friendly self. "Is your morning going well? I know mine could be better! Speaking of which, do you mind not killing me right now?" He hoped that whomever he saw behind the shotgun was a reasonable person, and better yet didn't mind some flippancy.
But it's not as funny or creative.
@SilverFallen Just remember, it's Ass-Hatter. A combination of Asshat and The Mad Hatter.
Oh shit, thanks.
Also, I sincerely apologize for my lack of initiative. Creative juices haven't been flowing too well lately, but I'm getting back on the horse.
Also, I sincerely apologize for my lack of initiative. Creative juices haven't been flowing too well lately, but I'm getting back on the horse.
I think Visions and I are almost done with ours.
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