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Daigo took this time to huddle up by himself in the back wall corner, next to the ladder. It seemed as if he wasn't quite needed and was more of a civilian to be rescued. I wish I'd brought a game console with me. He remembered there were a lot of objects in the closet when he first came in. Then these people must have been rummaging through here for stuff. He looked up at the ventilation ducts. I wonder why she fell from the ducts and why she was there in the first place. Couldn't we use it to leave too? Daigo didn't want to speak up. He was self conscious about things and didn't want to make a wrong contribution. He fiddled with his fingers and waited for the next big thing.
I thought everyone was reasonable with their spelling and grammar so far :/
Oh, okay. I got worried there, because I thought you were talking about my character, since I was busy yesterday, but it seems that a bunch of people didn't post, and my character's mostly there for comic relief anyways... I'll wait for the others then.
PhoenixEye9 said
Not allowed to be dead


The RP or Robin Williams? Either way, I agree.
If #2 is the case, I'm quitting. Not only do I despise first-person shooters, but my character, by probability, would be the first to die.
Daigo looked at the middle aged man with confusion. Did I do something wrong? He took off his earphones to listen to him. "... contamination protocols that need to be followed based on the spill outside and all say get to the trams." was all he heard by the time he took off the earphones. He stood there like a dummy, trying to register this new information into his head. Contamination? Spill? Trams? ... We have trams? Hold on... he spoke like there was an emergency... Well, of course, contamination spills would be an emergency, usually taken care of through protocol. It must not be that bad...

He looked around the supply closet, listening. " Aiden, I think we should head for the trams. The way to the armory is blocked and we might lose power soon." Is it really THAT bad? ... Wait, we have an armory? And a possible blackout too... He looked around to see people frantic about the situation, a couple people being injured. It's pretty bad. Not wanting to contribute to the situation because he was feeling inadequate, he pulled out the SD card he managed to sneak out to wash and stared at it before he hugged it. My files are safe... My babies... My little crea...

His thoughts were interrupted by the grand entrance of a woman falling from the ventilation duct. She was also injured, possibly from her fall. "Welcome to the party miss. I think we were just about to make plans to leave." We're leaving? But I'm not done. I just made it to Shin Aku... I mean, the last if-then statement in my coding...
"Robin Williams?" redwood asked Arkham Knight. "I know. It's a shame. He was a hella' multifaceted actor. How do you know he's gone if you only have memories up to last week?" redwood felt like he was onto something, but chances are, he wasn't. He used the term 'hella'' as part of northern west coast speech. "I think I'm going to call you Arkhy."

On the other hand, Damien, or Talon, seemed very stuck up. redwood kept his mouth shut about it as he figured he didn't know much about their past. He also hoped his groceries aren't getting bad. He compressed his scarf, now bag, to become a ball that didn't let any air in or out. "Gotta' keep this fresh."
LOL, RIP Robin Williams
"OH, right!" redwood remembered that he looked really normal for someone who had powers. "I bet you're all wondering what I can do." His scarf began to levitate off of his neck and flatten out in midair. It began to expand to the size of a magic carpet. redwood stepped onto it and sat down. He began to sing...

"I can show you the world
Shining, shimmering, splendid
Tell me, princess, now when did
You last let your heart decide?"


He then put his groceries down on it, and stepped off. The scarf, turned 'magic carpet', transformed again into a little elf-shaped creature, who took his groceries and ate them in their packaging. The elf-shaped fabric creature would then turn into something like a crochet bag and lie lifeless on the floor, with the groceries inside.

"So, yes, I'm redwood lane, no capital letters. I was raised by lesbian women, who later on had a dispute. My mother kicked me out because I was trying to defend my other mom. Now I live off the chance of my clothes selling online." He went to go pick up his bag.
Are the old Titans still wearing their old outfits?
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