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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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Yes, I'd rather keep Jarmin and have one less evil character but if it's what you want, it's what you want.
Voltus looked out of the window and saw the assassin wink at him in his plane before pulling away. He was too tired to react, so he set a course and switched on auto-polit. He got off the seat to walk to the back of the plane, dragging his feet in exhaustion. He slumped onto the coach adjacent to jargons bunk and watched her sleep. Her chest rising and falling as the she purred lightly. He pulled a black book out of his bag and started to read, he sat there what must have been hours, for the night sky gave way to dawn and the fertile hills of Ventium gave way to the rolling sand dunes of the Syinide Empire.
Ps. Scratch the character I was about to make.
Only after Jarmin dies.
I think two characters per person is the limit. Dosesnt mean I don't like the idea.
Name: HRH Roslind Raindrop Ventus
Age: 22
Appearance:
Items: sliver tiara.
Weapon: Green gladius of the Syanide Empire.
Bio: the sister of Voltus, she was raised in the Syinide Empire by the will of her father, when she turned 17 she joined the air force as a virtabird pilot, when she left the airforce she returned to the empire to become lord protector over it because the Syinide Empire is the sister empire to Ventium.

Do you accept, totts?
"Damnit!" Voltus hoisted her up and placed her on the bed he ran to the first aid box and practically ripped it off the wall, he placed it by her side and started to rummage through.
"it'll be ok" he comforted her putting one hand on the wound to stop it bleeding and another hand in the box. He pulled out a small device with a red button on it and held it above the wound. "this is going to hurt a bit.", he pushed the button which activated a magnit that pulled the bolt out of the wound, he then proceeded to stitch it up each stitch making sure he didn't hurt her too much.
She was pale from blood lose but was still alive barely, she was unconscious, passed out from pain.
He put on all his stuff and packed his things. He pushed a button under his bedside table and a secret door opened up by the drawer, he hoisted her up and walked through, looking one last time into his room before he shut the door.
He went down the stairs into a a long dimly lit tunnel, the sound of explosives and and gunshots audible from 15 feet under ground. They made it to a large dome shaped room where a zeppelin was parked. He opened it's door and went to the back, laying her on one of the beds gently.
He turned to the controls and ignited the duel Wild Horse 1000cc engines, he started to play with the controls and a hatch opened in the roof of the structure, he eased the throttle and the nibble vehicle rose up quickly. The moment he reached 20,000 feet he throttled forward, away from Ventium and to the Syinide Empire.
Ok accepted
Accepted but who is his affiliation?
"not my arm" he replied slipping his whit undershirts off, among all the battle scars one stood out the small scar over his heart identical to the others. "2 years ago when you preformed at Seafront" he said watching her peer at the scar. He put the undershirts back on and then the navy blue turtleneck. He got up off the long sofa. He walked over to a painting of his mother on the wall and took it down revealing a safe, he typed in a combination and it opened with a hydraulic hiss, and pulled a few things out: his back pack, a duffle bag, his chainmail, his sword and the black trenchcoat. He placed them on the bed and unzipped the duffle bag and started to pull out a bunch of guns. Gun after gun after gun.
He turned around and smiled "take your pick".
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