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3 yrs ago
Current Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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7 yrs ago
Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.

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In Rust 12 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
That's fine, have fun!
Voltus just stared at her direction in silence then turned and went up the stairs trailing his hand on the rail ti his side, pulling his clothes back on as he climbed up. When he reached the top of the stairs he turned around and ushered for her to come up. He sat at the top of the stairs and waited for her to get up.
He stared at her in abject horror, 'how could she?' he whispered in his mind.
"little girl hate me?" Yuri said brokenheartedly from the top of the stairs, looking down on her, his eyes magnified through his thick specticals, "I thinked I good uncle.", he sighed as he turned around and limped away back towards the music room, too shattered to think about the pain in his leg.

Voltus slipped the gun back into it's holster, "before we go shooting eachother you better explain to me why you said that." he said sturnly down at her.
"Karina," he sighed, raising his hand to his cheek and wincing, she'd cut him with her nails, "I'm tired, my whole life all I've seen is death, I don't want this world anymore." he stood off the ground shakily and steadied himself. He slipped his trench coat off and then his other layers of clothing to show his torso, crisscrossed with hundreds upon hundreds of scars. "you know what these are?" he asked in futility, raising his arms to show them better.
"shoot me!" he cried out fumbling for the gun, he found it and picked it up, pushing it into karina's hands he sobbed, "why won't you let me die?!", he started to pound his fist on the hard stone floor repeatedly crying out his desire to be shot. He screamed in pain when a crack echoed around the room, he had broken his hand, "please," he whispered, pulling himself closer to her and making making her pres the barrel against his chest, "do it."
"Karina," he whispered trying to hold back sobs, "shoot me.", he slipped his hand into his coat and gripped a small revolver, he slid it across the floor to her and heard it stop on something, he continued to act the way he was frantic, almost wild with a deep sense of fright, some memories are locked down in the depths of people's minds because they shouldn't come out, something let his ones come out.
The haunting sounds continued to full voltus' ears then a voice cut through it like a knife.
"V-V-Voltus, are you ok?" her soft voice stuttered, his head snapped towards the direction of the speech, he pulled his knees closer to his body and just kept looking in the general direction of karina, his breath ragged and wheezing.
"the light can't find me here." was all he said as he turned his head away and lay down in the fetal position.
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The moment the needle touched his skin the alcohol kicked in, strange vision and sounds filled his head dredging up supersede memories. Gunshots and screams and the sounds of scared galloping horses, echoed through his consciousness, then he snapped. He threw yuri off of him and scrambled off the chair he was laying in. Voltus ran out of the music room into the winding walkways of the chateau, constantly bumping into walls and corners as he tried to trace his way through the mental map he was following. Soon he came to a door and put his hand on the handle, it was covered in dust from disuse. He pushed the door open and tumbled down a set of steps to a lower floor, he then scrambled to his feet and crammed himself into the corner clutching his knees, his heart pounding and his breathing erratic.
"I see," said yuri, as he came closer to voltus' face to inspect him, feeling his pulse and checking his breath, "you very lucky volty," he said critically, inspecting the large mans wound, "you lost much blood, maybe 2 litre.", Yuri hobbled over to a small cabinet in the corner if the room and opened it's doors, from it he pulled a bottle of vodka, a rag and a sewing kit, he returned to voltus and held the bottle to his lips, "drink fool, for pain.", voltus wrapped his lips around the bottle and gulped down what must have been half the bottle at a remarkable speed, "alcoholic." said yuri light heartedly as he applied some of the stiff drink to the rag and wiped the wound, "bloody alcoholic."
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