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Post whenever you like. I'm off to work now but I'll probably post a short bio here and another installment in the IC thread when I get back home.
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A golden bird that flies away, a candle's fickle flame, To think I loved you yesterday, my love was just a game. -- Heaven's not enough, if when I get there, I don't remember you. I saw so many things, but like a dream, it lost me in a cloud. There, most everything is nothing that it seems. Where you see the things you only want to see. I'd fly away to a higher plane. I resist to float away. To sigh. To breathe. Forget. Come and chat with us. RPGuild IRC Chatroom. |
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Actually I thought your idea was very creative. The conflict you've presented is delicious. I'll have to go about figuring out exactly how pregnancies would work in White City, if aging is affected. Quote:
By the way if anyone would like any ideas or direction for their characters, drop me a line or find me on an instant messenger, and we can come up with something. Edit 6/22: I intend to add some more NPC's and make the plot a bit more involving but my time has been short the past few days. After today I'll have more time to dedicate to White City.
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A golden bird that flies away, a candle's fickle flame, To think I loved you yesterday, my love was just a game. -- Heaven's not enough, if when I get there, I don't remember you. I saw so many things, but like a dream, it lost me in a cloud. There, most everything is nothing that it seems. Where you see the things you only want to see. I'd fly away to a higher plane. I resist to float away. To sigh. To breathe. Forget. Come and chat with us. RPGuild IRC Chatroom. Last edited by Hemisphere : 06-22-2008 at 09:33 AM. |