Shit. We're mostly female. Might switch up my blacksmith to a male.
VKAllen
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STATUS: You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn. 1 yr ago
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You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn.
7 yrs ago
@Cyndyr, ho ho! Jk, I don't have the power to track that down.
7 yrs ago
Whatever credit is left is flushed down the toilet for them. #CNNBlackmail
7 yrs ago
Critically failing perception checks is in muh blood.
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7 yrs ago
I swear, I think Optus had some dickhead accidentally hit the restart button on their systems.
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Thank you for visiting my biography.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.
I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.
I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.
I hope to see you in another life.
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Will get back to this soon.
@Noodles Blacksmith for me, please.
Ho ho ho!
Your baddie controller is here!
I shall lay waste to your characters!
Your baddie controller is here!
I shall lay waste to your characters!
ʀ ʏ ᴀ ɴ ᴍ ᴀ ʏ ᴇ ᴢ + ʙ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ᴍ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ s :
G-game?
The still air, cool and firm drifted over Ryan’s body, flushed with exhausted adrenaline. The pixelated movements in front of Bart and her scattered and dispersed, only to re-converge colors back into concrete shapes and figures, again. Th-this wasn’t a game… An exasperated quiver squeezed from Ryan as she nudged her body. She wanted off of Bart, now. She wanted to go. She needed to go. It was a freak show and a half, and she wanted nothing to do with it, anymore. Her body’s nudge turned more into a squirm while the omen taunted them in a childish manner.
She did not have time for this.
But suddenly, Ryan felt her body drift from Bart. There was no real words to describe the motion, but it was confusing and painful. No, it was very painful. It was a pain she had never felt before, now. It was like the stitches of her being were torn apart, ripping the muscles from her bones -- unweaving her as the cool air needled and cricked into her pale skin. Agony. It was agony she was feeling. A torturous agony -- it was all she knew in this moment. The pull of her body was being dissected and invaded, stretched and pulled, redirect and construed. Ryan so desperately wanted to scream or cry out, but not even a peep came from her.
She could hear her voice, though, clawing at the choke of her throat, squeezed in silence and throbbing like it was ready to burst from her neck while the twists of her baste plucked apart, and although her wailing was noiseless and mute, she was still deafened by the intangible sound. And soon, her vision was also blinded by the pain aching in large pulsating tremors, not even the color black was discernible to her. All she knew was the misery of the pain being inflicted upon her.
“Aah!” The youngster’s eyes widened as sweat shrilled along the surface of his domed forehead, body tensing and shivering with his palm grasping the grass of the forest in search of a grip as he saw the masked monster apparated erratically in nightmarish cubes and waves diluted in colour in front of Ryan and Bart. He filled his lungs with air, a futile attempt at calming his nerves as he saw the creature simply eviscerated the other monster-like beings by ripping its lifeforce with a vile clasp of the masked boy’s hand. Whatever spheres that would be the heart of those things that tried to help them… Gone. As if they weren’t worth to bat.
Amidst all of these deaths... Bart wouldn’t’ve not know. He didn’t see the core enter into him. He wasn’t able to comprehend the words which read ‘DIGIVOLUTION’ as he was sent into an abyss of excruciating pain that convulsed him flat onto the grass floor… His back arching as he yelped out in a crazed uproar of screams which eventually crawled deeply into his mind and his brain induced a comatose upon itself, rendering Bart silent and unconscious as data began to replace or alter DNA.
ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ɢ ɪ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ : " ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ! ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ! ᴘ ᴜ ᴍ ᴘ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ! "
G-game?
The still air, cool and firm drifted over Ryan’s body, flushed with exhausted adrenaline. The pixelated movements in front of Bart and her scattered and dispersed, only to re-converge colors back into concrete shapes and figures, again. Th-this wasn’t a game… An exasperated quiver squeezed from Ryan as she nudged her body. She wanted off of Bart, now. She wanted to go. She needed to go. It was a freak show and a half, and she wanted nothing to do with it, anymore. Her body’s nudge turned more into a squirm while the omen taunted them in a childish manner.
She did not have time for this.
But suddenly, Ryan felt her body drift from Bart. There was no real words to describe the motion, but it was confusing and painful. No, it was very painful. It was a pain she had never felt before, now. It was like the stitches of her being were torn apart, ripping the muscles from her bones -- unweaving her as the cool air needled and cricked into her pale skin. Agony. It was agony she was feeling. A torturous agony -- it was all she knew in this moment. The pull of her body was being dissected and invaded, stretched and pulled, redirect and construed. Ryan so desperately wanted to scream or cry out, but not even a peep came from her.
She could hear her voice, though, clawing at the choke of her throat, squeezed in silence and throbbing like it was ready to burst from her neck while the twists of her baste plucked apart, and although her wailing was noiseless and mute, she was still deafened by the intangible sound. And soon, her vision was also blinded by the pain aching in large pulsating tremors, not even the color black was discernible to her. All she knew was the misery of the pain being inflicted upon her.
“Aah!” The youngster’s eyes widened as sweat shrilled along the surface of his domed forehead, body tensing and shivering with his palm grasping the grass of the forest in search of a grip as he saw the masked monster apparated erratically in nightmarish cubes and waves diluted in colour in front of Ryan and Bart. He filled his lungs with air, a futile attempt at calming his nerves as he saw the creature simply eviscerated the other monster-like beings by ripping its lifeforce with a vile clasp of the masked boy’s hand. Whatever spheres that would be the heart of those things that tried to help them… Gone. As if they weren’t worth to bat.
Amidst all of these deaths... Bart wouldn’t’ve not know. He didn’t see the core enter into him. He wasn’t able to comprehend the words which read ‘DIGIVOLUTION’ as he was sent into an abyss of excruciating pain that convulsed him flat onto the grass floor… His back arching as he yelped out in a crazed uproar of screams which eventually crawled deeply into his mind and his brain induced a comatose upon itself, rendering Bart silent and unconscious as data began to replace or alter DNA.
I'll drop by to say I'm interested as well.
I'll let the sub on so I won't miss new posts. Until then, good luck in your endeavours.
The commotion was over. The dragonborn quickly sheathed his sword away in the relative safety and descended down the stairs to rendezvous with the rest of the group. His descent was quick but quiet... Not a single footstep he made sure to make a creak or sound until he noticed an incoming party that revealed itself to be the old man and two elves. "Fear not, it is I." He raised his open palms to signify his pacifism towards the group. "That's a whole lotta noise ye made. Wouldn't be caught dead opening a door like that." He wanted to ask them why exactly that they hadn't waited. That'd make for a half-arsed argument since he hadn't announced that he was trying a different entrance. "I noticed the doors' got different kinds of metal on'em. Can't figure a pattern-- perhaps ye'll try something akin to what ye did the front door?" The dragonborn gave a snarky smile. "Right. No beatin' round the bush. I'll show ya where I saw'em if ye'd follow me."
I tried to work my name into the post. Sadly, didn't work out.
@The Mighty Hero should I roll anything to figure out which room is the study, or is it obvious?
You could have known a guy whose name was known as J. B. Ram. They left you with a 4-digit code that reads 2002.
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