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    1. Undying Curiosity 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
I am not being controlled by a mind flayer. I just used my own healthy brain to come to that conclusion. Because I'm saying it, it must be true.
6 yrs ago
Ok, time to spend the next 30 minutes of my life looking for a new profile picture. 😪
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6 yrs ago
Dont worry, I'm still here.
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Izzy gave gave Kevin and Noah a very flirtatious smile, "Yeah, a ringmaster. Like it?" She said. She dropped her right hip slightly to maintain an enticing pose, taking off her fake top-hat to show off her recently dyed red hair. Isabella wasn't normally like this, her flirtatious attitude, her sociability, even her the way she was talking, it was all product of the whiskey her and her friends drank on the way here. Of course, being intoxicated, she didn't care what she was saying and all her social filters were off.

she looked over at Noah, and replied to his comment, "Isabella." She said informatively. She let out a small drunken chuckle after puffing on the smoke Noah gave her, just after her chuckled she had a temporary loss of balance, stumbling a bit. She regain her stance after a second or two only to be served with caution by Kevin, "Naaaahhhhh! Forget water, and forget sitting down." She said, slurring her words and everything, "I was standing almost the whole time I was drunk, minus the car ride. If you drink and get drunk standing, laying down or sitting down can give you the spins. I suck at dealing with the spins, almost always puke." She admitted.

"Now that you mentioned it guys, I am getting a bit chilly. But I don't c-care, if I put something on, no one'll see my sexy outfit!" She said joyfully, the effects of the whiskey making her slurred speech hard to hear.
Izzy stuck her hand out to the offered lighter, "I brought my own!" She said cheerfully. Her eye were half open but she managed to make out the bush, and puke they were referring to.

Isabella reached into the cleavage part of her costume, originally the costume wasn't revealing, but because of events Izzy couldn't recall, there was now. She stuck her fingers into her cleavage and pulled out a small blue lighter, she put the cigarette in her mouth and lit it.

Isabella relaxed slightly when her lungs expanded with smoke, "Cold? haha, you can't feel shit when you're this drunk." Isabella tried to say playfully, but instead came out as mumbled slur, barely audible. "So." Izzy added,"Having a good time?" Isabella wasn't talking to either of them in particular, but she also didn't care who answered.
Isabella jumped out of her friends roofless Jeep, her hair bobbing flawlessly upon landing on the houses front lawn. The other passengers also hopped out of the Jeep, most of them staggering from the vodka they'd drank earlier, all except the driver. Isabella, stumbling and all, walked joyfully with the group of girls to the house. They 4 teenagers walked into the house, Isabella staying outside while her friends marched in. She noticed two guys sitting out front of the house smoking, like the social smoker she is, Isabella walked up to them,"Hey guy!" She said with a drunken slur, "Got an extra?"

Isabella, Izzy, was blind to the smell of vomit and all the drunken morons around the house. She herself was intoxicated to the point of fuzzy vision, but she didn't care. Because she was so drunk, she also hadn't noticed the slight breeze that tickled her fish-net covered legs. "I haven't had a smoke all daaaaayyyyy!" Isabella added, while she wobbled.

(To Noah and Kevin)
Sorry I haven't posted guys, I've been distracted - what with Thanksgiving and all.
I'll make sure I get a post up soon.
Name: Isabella Vail (Everyone calls her Izzy)
Age: 18
Appearance:
Weapon: Broomstick (snapped in half to be made sharp)
Costume:
Crush: Nobody....yet
Relationship Status: Single (willing to be in a relationship with someone)
Bio: TBR
Theme:
Other: She has a small bottle of alcohol hidden in her purse.
Making a CS now :P
Cryptik want to make a Colab post about taking on the PK-ers?
Cash's breath started to become more and more shallow as he continued running, there was no way he was making it back to the town just a mile up. Cash felt like he hit a wall when he came to the realization that he might die right here. No more guild, No more surviving till the end, No more friends, No more family, it would all be gone if Cash gave up here. But he didn't have a choice, his body wasn't made for running this long. If the game master hadn't made the pain tolerance life-like, Cash wouldn't be able to feel the cramps and burning lungs that he is experiencing right now, he would be running without feeling any of that. Cash could feel his legs ready to buckle at any time now. Cash started to slow down slightly, he could tell his end was nigh and he couldn't do anything about it. He hated it. Cash was on the verge of accepting his death, he may have wished for a more glorified ending, but there wasn't anything Cash could do to escape this fate. Cash almost lost all hope for survival until he heard a voice, it wasn't familiar in the slightest but it had a comforting feel to it. Cash's only hope, in the form of a voice, was absolutely relieving. A smile grew on Cash sweaty face, it grew wider when the voice bellowed again, this time offering aid. Cash's head flung up from it's previous slouching position, to his surprise it was the dark haired boy with the curved blade. "Pk-ers!" Cash screamed towards to the boy; Cash couldn't force himself to say more because of his lungs already feeling like they were going to pop.

Cash twisted his head so his face was pointing to the threatening Pk-ers, wondering if they were still following him. There wasn't any doubt in his mind, but it was a dream that Cash chased eagerly. The spear wielder who was only 5-6 meter's behind him, ran relentlessly towards cash. His large ebony spear had a shiny silver spear head that perched intimidatingly on the end of the darkened pole, it bobbed up and down as the PK-er ran; Regardless of which, the spear's aim was never moved off cash's body. "You can't run forever!" The spear wielder shouted, his words being disoriented from the loud clanging of his armour. Cash's face scrunched up in anger, If only it wasn't the spear wielder, I would stop and fight...he's got reach on me, it'd be impossible. Cash thought to himself. While Cash thought about the boy's voice and how it would lead him to safety, his legs gave way. Cash's heart must have skipped a beat. The scare of tripping was apparent and so was the scare of death. Cash must have been quite close to the boy when he tripped because when Cash opened his eyes mid fall, he could see the boy in a very clear light. A smirk hid behind the expression on Cash's face, Cash had a good feeling this boy would help and would possibly save his life.
Cash remained silent as the 4 Pk-ers slowly approached him, they made it quite obvious that there was no point in negotiating. Cash, starring at the four men, felt helpless. A quick examination would prove that two of the 4 men about to attack him had a sword and shield combo. Two people with the One-handed straight sword skill and a shield, no doubt they would attack first and block a the counter attack. The one Pk-er had a massive two-handed straight sword, probably having the respected skill to wield it. The fourth and last Pk-er had a two handed assault spear, this was the person Cash really had to look out for. Cash thought of a series of attacks they would try according to their skills, it went something this; The two-handed assault spear would attack him, obvious that he doesn't have a shield, Cash would have to dodge it. In mid dodge, Cash would be vulnerable to the two sword and shield attacks, if either of them land a hit on cash, the other person would attack with their sword shortly after. If the second attack hits Cash his HP would already be in low yellow or high red, depending on their attack power. All it would take now would be the huge sword weilder to land a single blow and Cash is dead. Cash thought it over, he couldn't win this, all he could hope for was escaping and making his way back to the town. The closest safe zone. Cash tried to remember his skills and how any of them could be useful at this moment, Cash could only think of his medicine mixing skill. He had raised his blade throwing skill slightly over the few months, and at this range, he was confident he could apply his medicine mixing to a blade and throw it at them.

Cash reached behind him to the small leather pouch that perched on his hip, The Pk-ers were rattle by this, they knew Cash was going to attack. They tightened their grips and readied their weapons, waiting for Cash to do something stupid. Cash pulled out four blades from the pouch, but he couldn't just throw them, they would do little to no damage with his skill. Cash didn't let the Pk-ers see the throwing blades by keeping his hand behind his back. Cash's sprint skill was activated, but instead of Cash's normal use of sprint, which is to dodge, he actually use it for it's practical use, to sprint. Cash turned around, now facing away from the town, and darted out towards the open fields. The Pk-ers were ready for something like this and without any hesitation they sprinted after him. They must have had lots of kills after a chase, becasue they were gaining on Cash quite quickly. While he ran, Cash opened his menu and took out a bottle of freezing poison, a poison that slowed the movements of monsters. Cash applied the bottle of poison to the four blades, and only seconds after the bottle of poison exploded into data pieces, her turned around and threw the blades at the Pk-ers.

Three were hit, and they slowed down drastically, the fourth one, the spear holder, still ran after him. The same trick wasn't going to work twice, and Cash had already used up his throwing blades. All Cash could do now was run and wait until he ran out of energy. Cash ran towards the end of the field, it grew closer every step Cash took. Cash had to think of a way to shake the Pk-er, and make his way back to the safe-zoned town.
B-But...He just.... The money... I.... I just wanted...
* gives up*
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