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6 yrs ago
What is even the point of pineapples on pizza? You might as well throw strawberries or apples on it too. I mean that's what I would do if I knew I had shit taste lol.
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6 yrs ago
It feels good to be back on this site after so many months. Military life is exhausting.
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7 yrs ago
"Yeah man, I'm actually being smart with my scholarship money. I'm saving it instead of buying things out of impulse like other people." *buys a pair of Yeezys the next day*
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7 yrs ago
I just want to be apart of an RP that actually ends. You know, without everyone dropping out.
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7 yrs ago
Steam sale is here. There goes my wallet.
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I'll probably join the Sewer group or something, sorry that I haven't been posting, I've been stressing over finals. I'll most likely write tomorrow if that's okay.
Llhora Revinas

Llhora came back from her hunt with her three brothers as the group of hunters came back with Deer and Rabbits this morning to return to their father who would later later butcher the sell the meat. The misty, cool morning brought together a pleasant sense of relaxing and labor as the relaxing morning was slow and adequately paced for the hunt, perfect for Llhora and her brothers. But while passing through town, the men and women strangely attracted their attention towards the center part of the town near the marketplace of Fireside. Nobody in their right minds would normally be up this early, not with this many people. So after Llhora and her brothers dropped their hunt off for their father she followed the people who eventually led to where the commotion was gathered. She looked over yonder to see what exactly the fuss was about, climbing over several stacks of hay to see the marketplace and in the center a ragged merchant was holding a map for auction as buyers attempted to fix a reasonable price for the map.

As the crowed softly talked among themselves to arrange prices and Llhora couldn't help but feel entertained that so many people would exaggerate and spend so much effort and/or money just for one map. This however, this was not 'just one map', this was none other than a map which supposedly led to great treasures and that only so few have dared to travel this far according to the merchant. This particularly caught the attention of many aspiring adventurers who wanted both a taste of both adventure and what riches came with it. This is what singularly her attention too as she always dreamed of having an adventure beyond Fireside, the home she had always been attached to nearly all of her life. But how could she be so sure that the map is in fact as accurate as the merchant said it was? Was it even true and was there and treasure at all? Was it worth either the money or the risk? One person even offered a pot and a stick and Llhora soon thought of her options and waited to see what would happen among the buyers.
Haydrex - Another night, another run.

Haydrex took a vigorously deep breath of the crisp, damp night air and a quick glance of the bright, streaming lights of the nocturnal city below him to gather his bearing. It was early dusk once again and time for another job. Ebb was possibly one of the last places the young man could hardly ever think of end up given the unfortunate series of events which preludes to where he is now. Ebb, the city mainly filled with commoners and merchants, a place that ranged from struggling poverty to striving opportunists, business owners or inherently wealthy men and women.

It was a city filled with the scents of ambition and opportunity, all of which caught the noses of outside immigrant foreigners or criminals who sought this opportunity to further expedite their income and provide for themselves or their families a stable and/or a favorable living. There was truly no shame in what people did to provide themselves and their families a future, that of course depends on which side of the law you belong to. As for Haydrex, there was almost absolutely no reason for him to be categorized or affiliated with bands of unscrupulous criminals or misfits but there truly was no other way for him to suit a stable and favorable living for himself or his future. In no other profession could Haydrex be able to efficiently obligate himself to the things he loved doing or the things he was good at. As a hired gun, he needed to do what simply he needed to do for cash: Eliminate or steal.

Realistically in the eyes of Haydrex, it was really nothing more than bad guys killing bad guys, a battle which Haydrex had no care to question his morality when it came down to pulling the trigger. They chose this line of work, they knew just what they signed up for and so did he and Haydrex found almost no shame in what he did, yet no enjoyment either, only the joy and peace that he could one day find outside the city in hopefully what he might call a distant future: An above average house, a wife (preferably an average- looking one), children, become old and wise, etc. A life which almost any rationally normal person could ever truly ask for yet not many people can live or have dreams of lives of grand luxury which is why he specifically chose his profession.

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The most important thing to do is work for the future you one day hope to have" his father always told him, a constant reminder and set of values Haydrex earnestly set himself before he leaving to live on his own at age 15. The long, tediously prelude of events which lead to him becoming who he is today. The things he could have done in the past, the regrets and painful memories of losing people he once connected with, the betrayals, the things he should have have done to secure his own future. A man who spends too much time in the past can hardly find what is beneficial for him in the future and it did not do well for someone like Haydrex to reminisce on things he could or should have done in the past, only learn from his past mistakes. Now, he was alone, taking a job as a professional con artist, thief or mercenary. Completely solitude.

In his youth, Haydrex once found isolation and solitude a painful experience but as he matured, he thought of it as a delightful moment. The streets of the garment district were painfully crowded as early model automobiles and pedestrians in the city below shoved and pushed each other in order get from work to home. He watched from the rooftops of buildings, trying to estimate an easy route to take him to his next objective and hopefully another job.
Holy crap, the IC! I'll write immediately.
Also, sorry if for delaying a bit. I have finals next week and I really need to study, I'll probably have something down by tonight.
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It's good. Also, you uh, might want to change "boy" to "bow". Otherwise, that's just hilarious.
For the standards of how little backstory I'm really asking for, you went above and beyond.


Oh ahaha. Yeah, I didn't see that, I was probably just typing really fast. XD
Here's mine, didn't take very long but I hope it's good enough for now.

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Join in if you want, we're still in need of enough people to form a proper adventure squad.


Sure, I'll have a CS done soon.
Thinking of joining, not quite sure yet.
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