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    1. Wraithblade6 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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6 yrs ago
The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
9 yrs ago
Too tired to post.
9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....

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should he then not know Mith's intentions?
lols
lol
Just as Mithias was certain Martin was weakening, the young vamp pulled out a syringe. Mithias recognized what it was, but couldn't stop Martin before he plunged it into himself. He tried to grapple him, to hold him, but in a surge of power that surprised Mithias, Martin was able to throw him off. Mithias knew immediately that things were going very, very far south. The fool child should have given up, but how he could he blame him for not trusting him? The drone spoke its confirmation: causalities below 300. Using both swords to barely parry Martin's crimson blade, Mithias bolted for the exit where he had come in. Martin was right behind him, probably still oblivious to their imminent death.

Mithias' mind raced desperately. Mere seconds to live. Mid-stride he grabbed Martin again and jumped into a mostly-empty, giant, steel dumpster, pulling Martin in as the explosions began to go off. The whole place was a bright inferno. In an instant, the dumpster was thrown sky high. That was the last thing Mithias remembered as he found himself in a field of white grass.

Mithias stood in the grass, staring at Martin atop the unhewn ruby. The appearance of caked-blood dissipated off him, and he stood in shining half-plate armor, adorned with a leather cloak and hat, long black gloves, and riding boots. His black hair hung unevenly about his waist in back, and his eyes were a very human dark-brown. As he walked toward Martin, the grass beneath his feet began to turn green. It appeared his mind was also present. He stopped just in front of him.
I got an idea, and I'm going to start writing it. In case you're curious, here's a teaser:

You know, I don't mind the idea of Martin having some pretty deep mind powers, but actual magic controlling life and death? Nah that's godlike. He's a day-old vamp. It's amazing he has as much power as he does. Dracula is very cool, but... I vote no on weird godly magic and stuff. It seems like an easy way out AND its too much free-license to do whatever you want. we need rules, we need physics, although it's ok to be creative. Just be smart. Think of a way to live without hoopy-doopy magic.

That's my vote.

Now, i can work with what you just posted, as it could be some freaky death-dream Mithias has as he's blown away to bits, but I think i can recover myself within the bounds of this game.

See what Shikaru says.
fyi. this is what just happened.
well, tell us more. I don't want to push this epic tale into the realm of unicorns and fairies.
I'm interested in what brilliant idea Akje has for survival and if it's going to help save my ass.

Otherwise, I will be a bloody mess regenerating in a corner for a while.
Fuck I'm dead. Goddamnit Martin. :P
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