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The Lusty Argonian
STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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I'm a human, so there.
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"And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world.
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
What if a Dragonborn never appeared? What if Alduin did succeed in turning Skyrim, nay, all of Tamriel into a scorched and blackened wasteland?
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
The world you once knew is gone. Alduin and his Dragon Cult rule the land, and any who oppose him will be slaughtered. As the last of Tamriel's children, you have a choice to make. Will you bow to the dragons and join their evil cult, or will you stand against them and join the Order of the Nine. Is this land worth saving anymore when it has been charred to cinders? Some believe so.
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Yes, it is depressing, but I'm assuming freeform wasn't the best option for this. Sadly, the RP is dead guys, but I'll probably consider reviving it later on.
Yes, it is depressing, but I'm assuming freeform wasn't the best option for this. Sadly, the RP is dead guys, but I'll probably consider reviving it later on.
Bah! Good enough! I'll have the OOC up in a fewsies!
Hmm, I might give this a try.
@Luna Amore
"H-huh?" The sweet voice of her friend seemed to have pulled her from whatever daze she was in. Harley, she could barely remember anything else before. There was something about an assignment and...lab coats? "Oh! Hang on! Lemme see!" She replied with a genuine smile of her own. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her slightly crumpled schedule and smoothed it out on the table, skimming over it shortly. "Hmm, let's see here...Hey! Looks like I got a free period next!
Y'all got anything?" Harley turned to Natalia sporting a grin.
Phew! Good! I dunno if I can take any more classes right now! It'll be good just to take a break, get my mind clear. Hopefully, Nat's got free period too so we can hang out. Umm...that is...if she ain't mad at me still. I mean, I don't reckon she is, but...
"Miss Lewis." Mr. Felton grinned shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you have arrived on such short notice. I was worried nobody would be coming for poor Samuel here."
It warmed his heart too to see how close Sam and Amelia were to this woman. It made him think of perhaps how he wanted to be to his new son. Admittedly, even for a man set for life, being a father was a tough responsibility, and he had hoped in this city, his son didn't end up on the wrong side of the tracks...like his brother.
Adjusting his specs, the man smiled giving a nod. "Well now, I'm glad to see the situation is under control." But suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. "If you'll excuse me, I need to take this. Again, Miss Lewis, thank you for taking care of Samuel. Goodbye now." He smiled again turning around and pulling his phone from the pocket of his blazer...but when he saw the contact name, he frowned and sighed bitterly.
No...not him, dammit.
Meanwhile, Helena struggled a bit holding Samuel up. Kid looked like hammered shit to her and felt like he stood in front of an industrial heater all day long. Hearing that that Grace chick was their nanny kinda surprised her. A nanny? Jeez, these kids must be loaded as fuck. Well I mean they have to be to be attending this fancy ass school.
She'll admit too...it bothered her to see how loving the woman was.
Turning away from the sight of Amelia hugging the woman, she grimaced, even listening to how saccharine her words were to the little nerd. Gag! Talk about a cuteness overload! I'd rather listen to my dad or Darry yelling at me over this shit...then again...
"Hey kid." Helena looked down at Samuel. "You feeling okay? You're not gonna turn into a zombie or start puking blood, are you?" Dryly Helena quipped. To be fair, she was a little concerned, especially when the kid pretty much looked like the walking dead.
"H-huh?" The sweet voice of her friend seemed to have pulled her from whatever daze she was in. Harley, she could barely remember anything else before. There was something about an assignment and...lab coats? "Oh! Hang on! Lemme see!" She replied with a genuine smile of her own. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her slightly crumpled schedule and smoothed it out on the table, skimming over it shortly. "Hmm, let's see here...Hey! Looks like I got a free period next!
Y'all got anything?" Harley turned to Natalia sporting a grin.
Phew! Good! I dunno if I can take any more classes right now! It'll be good just to take a break, get my mind clear. Hopefully, Nat's got free period too so we can hang out. Umm...that is...if she ain't mad at me still. I mean, I don't reckon she is, but...
"Miss Lewis." Mr. Felton grinned shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you have arrived on such short notice. I was worried nobody would be coming for poor Samuel here."
It warmed his heart too to see how close Sam and Amelia were to this woman. It made him think of perhaps how he wanted to be to his new son. Admittedly, even for a man set for life, being a father was a tough responsibility, and he had hoped in this city, his son didn't end up on the wrong side of the tracks...like his brother.
Adjusting his specs, the man smiled giving a nod. "Well now, I'm glad to see the situation is under control." But suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. "If you'll excuse me, I need to take this. Again, Miss Lewis, thank you for taking care of Samuel. Goodbye now." He smiled again turning around and pulling his phone from the pocket of his blazer...but when he saw the contact name, he frowned and sighed bitterly.
No...not him, dammit.
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Darren FeltonMeanwhile, Helena struggled a bit holding Samuel up. Kid looked like hammered shit to her and felt like he stood in front of an industrial heater all day long. Hearing that that Grace chick was their nanny kinda surprised her. A nanny? Jeez, these kids must be loaded as fuck. Well I mean they have to be to be attending this fancy ass school.
She'll admit too...it bothered her to see how loving the woman was.
Turning away from the sight of Amelia hugging the woman, she grimaced, even listening to how saccharine her words were to the little nerd. Gag! Talk about a cuteness overload! I'd rather listen to my dad or Darry yelling at me over this shit...then again...
"Hey kid." Helena looked down at Samuel. "You feeling okay? You're not gonna turn into a zombie or start puking blood, are you?" Dryly Helena quipped. To be fair, she was a little concerned, especially when the kid pretty much looked like the walking dead.
Planting flag
65...75...85... the speedometer climbed higher and higher as the cruiser was blazing through city streets at breakneck. Red's foot hammered on the gas, her eyes dead forward with tunnel vision. The rookie gripped the passenger door handle till his knuckles turned white, all the while feeling as if he was fusing to his seat from the immense speed his partner was driving.
Sure enough as they drove onto Sycamore, they saw the fleeing purse snatcher and the woman who was possibly the victim of this petty theft.
"That's him! That's our boy!" Michael hollered pointing at the black clad robber.
Rebecca threw the cruiser into a skid slamming on the brakes and threw it in park quickly radioing in. "This is 172 David! We have visual on suspect! Moving to apprehend, over!"
Suddenly after, both officers piled out brandishing their tasers on the robber, Red yelling to the top of her lungs, "POLICE! Drop the purse, NOW!"
But the robber merely looked back and kept on running. Red huffed angrily, already in pursuit of him. "Son of a-! Rookie, you take care of the lady, I'm going after him!"
Maybe I should've made a Dark Souls RP
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