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Alina13
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The Intellectual
STATUS: I keep coming back and every time there's still no good RP's. . . 8 yrs ago
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- Alina13 9 yrs ago
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I keep coming back and every time there's still no good RP's. . .
8 yrs ago
Why are there no decent RP's up right now????
8 yrs ago
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to :(
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8 yrs ago
Why are there no good RP's up??? Ive been looking for more than a week!! >:(
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8 yrs ago
2 new RPs up. Look at them. That is all.
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Syshia spawned into the new game she had received as her 17th birthday present hoping to escape her shitty reality for any time at all. As her character materialized, she looked down at herself. Her outfit was exactly how she had imagined it. Her tight white pants gave her extreme satisfaction as she realized how fast she could move. They were made of plant fibers that were both strong and light. Her boots made a satisfying thump on the ground as she ran a short distance to test her speed. Her white robe flowed behind her in a graceful but deadly fashion. She stopped and smiled at her very functional character.
However, she then noticed she had no weapons. This was an obvious concern. Any higher level player would not hesitate a bit at killing a newly spawned, level 4 player in the middle of nowhere with no weapons. She needed weapons and she had no idea how to get them. There was nothing in the area she could fight and she didn't see any special materials she could make into a weapon, besides a sick here and there. "Yeah Syshi, that will help you against a level 40 assassin. . ." she muttered to herself as she made her way in a random direction.
In the distance she heard some sort of clamor and decided to use her camouflage skills to observe from a safe distance.
Syshia Amachi
Syshia spawned into the new game she had received as her 17th birthday present hoping to escape her shitty reality for any time at all. As her character materialized, she looked down at herself. Her outfit was exactly how she had imagined it. Her tight white pants gave her extreme satisfaction as she realized how fast she could move. They were made of plant fibers that were both strong and light. Her boots made a satisfying thump on the ground as she ran a short distance to test her speed. Her white robe flowed behind her in a graceful but deadly fashion. She stopped and smiled at her very functional character.
However, she then noticed she had no weapons. This was an obvious concern. Any higher level player would not hesitate a bit at killing a newly spawned, level 4 player in the middle of nowhere with no weapons. She needed weapons and she had no idea how to get them. There was nothing in the area she could fight and she didn't see any special materials she could make into a weapon, besides a sick here and there. "Yeah Syshi, that will help you against a level 40 assassin. . ." she muttered to herself as she made her way in a random direction.
In the distance she heard some sort of clamor and decided to use her camouflage skills to observe from a safe distance.
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