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The Voltusiest Ventus
STATUS: Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today. 3 yrs ago
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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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The voice caught him off guard, even after the fall of humanity it seemed people wouldn't leave him be, turning around to find the source of the voice one of his feet got caught on a root and he tripped, going face first into the concrete road, a sickening crack sounding from his nose, mumbling to himself he started to raise himself from the floor when he realized, someone was behind launching himself from the floor, he produced his cleaver from his bag and held his nose with his other hand as blood dripped from it. Shaking the blade menacingly at his pursuer, he yelled at her.
"B- Back off!" his voice came out nasally as he clutched it, "I D- Don't want t- trouble!", with those words he started to back off, keeping eye contact with the woman infront of him, holding the his weapon shakily infront of him. He'd never had to kill another person before, only plants and botanicals but never another human, he'd hurt a few before, sure who hadn't but he didn't know if he could go far enough and kill someone. "What do y- you want?!" he called out, if the raider wanted something she could have it, whatever it was it wasn't worth his life, the smell of gunshots was strong from beyond his bleeding nose so he could only assume that it was coming from her.
All of a sudden he felt a deep pang in his heart, looking at the floor where he fell his heart skipped a beat, there it lay broken, shattered into tiny white pieces of stardust, his mug was gone. The feeling of losing his mug was more overpowering then the fear of being held up by an armed woman, so despite the woman being in that direction he shuffled towards the pile of shattered mug and knelt next to it, just looking into the heap.
"my mug."
"B- Back off!" his voice came out nasally as he clutched it, "I D- Don't want t- trouble!", with those words he started to back off, keeping eye contact with the woman infront of him, holding the his weapon shakily infront of him. He'd never had to kill another person before, only plants and botanicals but never another human, he'd hurt a few before, sure who hadn't but he didn't know if he could go far enough and kill someone. "What do y- you want?!" he called out, if the raider wanted something she could have it, whatever it was it wasn't worth his life, the smell of gunshots was strong from beyond his bleeding nose so he could only assume that it was coming from her.
All of a sudden he felt a deep pang in his heart, looking at the floor where he fell his heart skipped a beat, there it lay broken, shattered into tiny white pieces of stardust, his mug was gone. The feeling of losing his mug was more overpowering then the fear of being held up by an armed woman, so despite the woman being in that direction he shuffled towards the pile of shattered mug and knelt next to it, just looking into the heap.
"my mug."
Model United Nations
Guys! I will try to post soon! MUN is taking up a lot of my time.
It's great! Don't worry your little multipersonality head.
RPers GO!
10:32AM - Overgrown: Act 1
The city glimmered in the morning sunlight, the glass that was left in it's tall spires shining brilliantly throwing colidescope effects across the city rooftops and floor. The metropolitan center was only just waking up, large, flamboyant flowers were opening their petals, mutated deer were grazing the grass in streets and other such creatures were hunting and being hunted, all in all it was a normal day, the few survivors left in the city roaming it's streets and buildings, however at a distance from eachother except a small group of them, who were in the same block.
The morning sunlight fluttered through the grimy windows of the trashed department store, coming down in shafts of dusty illumination. Grahem woke up to the suns warmth on his face - a nice change from waking to things trying to kill him, with a yawn and stretch of his arms he sat up and smacked his lips, surveying his surroundings closely he found nothing was different from last night, his bag was still in it's place, the door was still closed, his mug was by his side, ready to be filled with coffee and a security camera's light was still blinking showing the power was still on. rummaging has hand through his bag he found a box and smiled, pulling it out he ripped the shrink rap from it's surface and read it with a stifled grin.
'O'neil's Instant Coffee', taking a sachet of the grount bean from the box, he returned it to his bag and readied his coffee making equipment, a plain white mug and an empty canteen, 'empty?' he thought to himself disappointedly as he stared into the empty water container, deciding not to sulk about it he got up and walked to the toilet in hope that the taps were still working. Entering the male toilet first out of respect of old rules, going from rusted tap to rusted tap he was repeatedly disappointed by the lack of running water, until that is he got to the last tap, with a shake and a few unhealthy clangs water poured out, none of that crappy, purple tinged, infected stuff but fresh water. Smiling to himself triumphantly he filled his mug and walked back into the main room, opening the coffee sachet with his teeth he poured the contents into the now full mug and sat on a couch and opened up a 4 year old newspaper.
"S- sports huh?"
Whilst reading the moldy newspaper and sipping on Luke warm coffee, he heard the low rumbling -it wasn't hard to not hear it and it was even harder to not recognize it. Lowering the newspaper slowly he gulped, a large snarling beast was glaring at him from across the table in-between them, the timber wolf's yellow wooden teeth were bared at Grahem menacingly, it's amber eyes locked onto him. As he reached for his bag the wolf approached him, the sound of it's rustling leaves and scraping bark echoing off the foyer's walls, he was groping for his cleaver in the bag when he clutched something large and dry, sighing in frustration he gripped the lump of jerky and tossed it in the direction of the wolf, making it chase after the easier food. As the wolf was concentrated on ripping apart the dry meat Grahem bolted off the couch and out of the front door, running down the open street away from the department store.
The city glimmered in the morning sunlight, the glass that was left in it's tall spires shining brilliantly throwing colidescope effects across the city rooftops and floor. The metropolitan center was only just waking up, large, flamboyant flowers were opening their petals, mutated deer were grazing the grass in streets and other such creatures were hunting and being hunted, all in all it was a normal day, the few survivors left in the city roaming it's streets and buildings, however at a distance from eachother except a small group of them, who were in the same block.
The morning sunlight fluttered through the grimy windows of the trashed department store, coming down in shafts of dusty illumination. Grahem woke up to the suns warmth on his face - a nice change from waking to things trying to kill him, with a yawn and stretch of his arms he sat up and smacked his lips, surveying his surroundings closely he found nothing was different from last night, his bag was still in it's place, the door was still closed, his mug was by his side, ready to be filled with coffee and a security camera's light was still blinking showing the power was still on. rummaging has hand through his bag he found a box and smiled, pulling it out he ripped the shrink rap from it's surface and read it with a stifled grin.
'O'neil's Instant Coffee', taking a sachet of the grount bean from the box, he returned it to his bag and readied his coffee making equipment, a plain white mug and an empty canteen, 'empty?' he thought to himself disappointedly as he stared into the empty water container, deciding not to sulk about it he got up and walked to the toilet in hope that the taps were still working. Entering the male toilet first out of respect of old rules, going from rusted tap to rusted tap he was repeatedly disappointed by the lack of running water, until that is he got to the last tap, with a shake and a few unhealthy clangs water poured out, none of that crappy, purple tinged, infected stuff but fresh water. Smiling to himself triumphantly he filled his mug and walked back into the main room, opening the coffee sachet with his teeth he poured the contents into the now full mug and sat on a couch and opened up a 4 year old newspaper.
"S- sports huh?"
Whilst reading the moldy newspaper and sipping on Luke warm coffee, he heard the low rumbling -it wasn't hard to not hear it and it was even harder to not recognize it. Lowering the newspaper slowly he gulped, a large snarling beast was glaring at him from across the table in-between them, the timber wolf's yellow wooden teeth were bared at Grahem menacingly, it's amber eyes locked onto him. As he reached for his bag the wolf approached him, the sound of it's rustling leaves and scraping bark echoing off the foyer's walls, he was groping for his cleaver in the bag when he clutched something large and dry, sighing in frustration he gripped the lump of jerky and tossed it in the direction of the wolf, making it chase after the easier food. As the wolf was concentrated on ripping apart the dry meat Grahem bolted off the couch and out of the front door, running down the open street away from the department store.
If I find an opportunity I'll pm you!
Zmerr said
Can I put a CS up tomorrow?
Not at the moment :( sorry.
Accepted!
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