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8 yrs ago
Current The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
8 yrs ago
Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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8 yrs ago
I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
8 yrs ago
In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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I've come to the decision that I won't be joining this RP for numerous reasons, even though this RP has given me many reasons to want to join, I guess it's just not enough. See ya'll!

You guys are welcome to use my idea though.
Hmm maybe Valentina could try and meet up with Fuad and Terry? Although I'm not sure how this can be done. I don't even know how far apart they are. As for Dylan, I'll kill him off, just not right away. The latest deadline (no pun intended) for his death I'd say, would be before Dylan could meet Fuad and Terry.

So maybe Fuad, Terry and Valentina could eventually lead the other 2 groups back to Dominic's Gas An' Go'?

Valentina has another 3 'sleep spots' scattered throughout the vicinity as well. Maybe we could use that too eventually somehow?
Man, the Triarii sounds rather overpowered... :D

Also, I've read about magic being in this RP? That was weird.

I'm going to do the wise thing and start reconsidering whether I want to join this RP or not. There's alot of things which is making me doubt that my interest in this RP would be beneficial to myself and everyone... :D

No offence. Will get back to you guys.
Or they could be due to the work of an almost equally old civilization of stealthy, sneaky gene-stealing aliens that have evaded detection for the same number of eons. Heh :D

With eons of time, I'm sure the numbers will add up somewhere. That'd be interesting, since that would probably mean an upwards of at least thousands of Triarii pinched, some from eons past, sleeping somewhere in a stasis pod :D.

EDIT: Sleeping, or dead. As they became more technologically advanced, I'm sure they'd know a way to mentally stun a Triarii before it commits suicide.

Will work on the CS soon.
Lol yep, that would be interesting. So I guess those millions of aliens in stasis have got to be humans and Draconians and whatnot then. I guess I'll write up a CS for this and see what happens.

By the way, I looked up the statistics for missing persons and the numbers are astounding O_o While I'm sure it's not due to aliens, it makes for good material.
Oh. I found out on the wiki. I'm thinking that this race of mine would be a 'gene-stealing' reptilian kind of race that had at one point abducted Triariis in order to conduct experiments and integrate their DNA into their own. Of course, they've pretty much 'stolen' from everyone. They won't be evil though - or they used to be, but grew more benevolent and moral after assimilating the 'right' DNA. This of course, meant that they must be ancient, and has a cycle of regression and progression that spans centuries or even millenniums.
Oh okay. How did I miss that? How about another type of alien that does the same thing? Just that the Triarii took the flak for all those abductions, UFOs and conspiracies?
Hmm... I've been looking at this RP for quite some time.

Would you guys be interested in an ancient grey-alien (the stereotype being just that, a stereotype) type of race that had regressed and progressed throughout the many centuries? My idea is a race that has seen many of the current other aliens, and collected hundreds of thousands of specimen over the centuries (that are still in stasis), and has remained largely isolated willfully with the use of technology, but is forced by a major genetic crisis to reveal themselves and conduct diplomacy.
November 3rd, 9:01pm, Abandoned Apartment Complex, Southwest Missouri

After staring at the shrouded body of the passed away policeman for a long time, Valentina decided that it was time to leave. Putting an ear to the front door she locked behind her, she tried to listen for any movements, but could not hear anything. For a minute, and then two, she waited; did not move away from the door. Then she heard it - the sound of something fleshy striking the floor. It was soft, but it was there. She had been through the same thing before. Sometimes, when the biters had nothing left to do, they would just stand around, or collapse on the floor to wait. Thinking back, she thought she could hear one or two of them falling in a heavy heap while she was blacking out time and time again.

The big pistol thing, which Valentina could not remember the name of, gave her confidence in going past the biters, but she herself did not - her knees were buckling, and her arms felt heavy. She was light-headed and dizzy. Yet, there was no other way out. The windows would have meant alot of climbing, even if she was on the ground floor, and she didn't feel up to climbing - she could barely walk and run.

There was no other way out... So Valentina pinched the lock on the door and twisted it slowly, hoping to make as little noise as possible. But it clicked loudly despite her efforts - her hand was clumsy from exhaustion and pain. She could hear something shifting on the other side. Holding onto the door knob, Valentina turned it, and made a crack for herself to peer though. Poking out her only good eye and her new gun, she saw that she was right - they were all over the floor, some leaning against the wall, as if playing possum. From experience, she knew that it woudl be pointless to try to sneak past them.

Throwing the door open with all her might, not that she had much left, Valentina aimed her submachinegun and pulled the trigger, only to find that nothing happened. The closest two were starting to get up. Gasping in terror-filled anxiety, Valentina started fumbling with her new big pistol, trying to remember what went wrong. Memorised words flew sluggishly through her bruised mind as the biters were steadying themselves, coming closer. Magazine... Charging handle... Setting... Safety? Quickly, Valentina started feeling for the safety catch on her gun, backing away as the reawakened came closer, stepping into the room.

There was a dial, which Valentina flipped. Quickly pointing her gun at the nearest biter, she squeezed the trigger, and immediately her ears were blasted, but she didn't care. After putting down another one of them, Valentina bolted through the door, nearly falling down as her knees felt weak. More of them were rising from the floor, but Valentina ran, putting bullets in some of them, not necessarily aiming for the head. All she wanted was to leave, to... live. Yet, day by day, Valentina could not help but to wonder what she was living for, and day by day, she was finding less and less of a will to stay apart from her family and friends...

In the pitch blackness, Valentina ran, following the slightly less darker rectangle that was the way out. At a point she took out her flashlight, shining it wherever her gun was pointing. Bodies were awakening once again to the sound and smell of her young, succulent flesh. Valentina paid each of them a bullet as she stepped over them. Some did not entirely die, and she could feel their slimy hands trying to pull her down with them, and she tugged herself away desperately everytime, her previous thoughts of a life no longer worth living lost to urgency and her primal will to survive. It felt like forever in the cave of creatures until... she emerged into the cold, freezing night air. It felt unpleasant, but fresh nontheless, with less rot in the breeze.

Turning back to where she came from, Valentina ran. At some point, she tripped and fell, but she did not stop. Sometimes, she would have to stop to hide, and as she did so several times, she saw that groups of biters were beginning to swarm the building she used to be in, having heard her gunshots. After coming back to the same street she had been run off from with the witch by a horde of biters, she followed it back, in the direction of Dominic's Gas An' Go'.
And yet another.

Anyway, I'm going to just finish up my post and be on my way and see what happens.

EDIT: Posted. But I delayed Valentina's meeting with NPC'ed Dylan until the next post.
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