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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
@Alivefalling@Jellybeans@Polaris North "If you are against the evils of the world you would submit to the test without question, you know the way of the hunters, submit or die.", he grabbed the girls arm and forced the dagger to her hand. "Hey, you don't have to be so hard!" the second hunter exclaimed, though, he did nothing. "cut your thumb." he said slowly, he pointed to the man near the water, "you're next.", he deliberately left out the woman in armour, he knew who she was. Nathaniel enchanted his sword again, anticipating the appearance of a werewolf, a divine light appeared from the sword making it shine brightly, illuminating the area.
@Jellybeans@Alivefalling@Polaris North Nathaniel said nothing, he just walked forward, sword still in hand, he pulled out a silver crucifix dagger. "cut your finger with the dagger, do it and I won't kill you, if the test brings results I will.", he held out the dagger, hilt towards the girl, in the other was his sword still. "next will be you two, leave and I will hunt you down.", the second hunter stood quietly, arms folded and watching as the test ensued, he then noticed the other man. "Doesn't he look a bit strange to you?"
@EurmalEye@Silverstein@KatherinWinter@AllHollowsEve@The Jest@Knifeman Argo followed close behind, "Boney, how are you even talking? let alone *breathing*, you're made of bones there's no muscles or flesh on you at all.", Argo stopped for a moment and called up everyone to follow, he was done with introductions. He caught up with Griffin and Cal cium, he was sure Cal cium was just calcium pulled apart, why the hell would someone call them self calcium If they're made of bones, he would ask that next.
@Jellybeans "Shit, no, Terrol!" The second hunter knelt over the dead hunter named Terrol, he gripped his armour then stood after removing his sword and gear. "Can't we give him a proper burial?", Nathaniel wiped his sword again, looking directly at the second hunter he took the gear from his hand and strapped it to himself. "No. Those werewolves would come to get him now that his blood is stained everywhere, even if we did bury him he'd be found, the rest of him would be eaten.", after a brief moment of silence the two continued on their trail, another few metres and they immediately heard humming, a girl. "What's that I hear? A lost woman in the woods?" The hunter said menacingly, his hands cupped around his chest, he pushed them together to simulate breasts. "Again, no. We'll test her, maybe she's a witch or even a vampire." "Aw, you're no fun.", the two walked through the brush into the opening, a stream ran through and above sat a young woman and a large white wolf, fur as pure as snow, never had he seen anything like it.
Nathaniel trod through the bush of the lapenzan forest, blood trailing behind him, his sword dripped red with the blood of witches and werewolves. "Damnit Nate, you're a fuckin monster!" One of the hunters behind him said. "Leave some for us, god knows we want to kill some of them too!" Another said, Nathaniel wiped the blood clean but did not sheath his blade, he kept it out and went into the defence position. "werewolf.", he set his blade aflame, tongues of fire burned the leaves above to crisps, the two behind him unsheathed their swords with trouble, though unable to enchant their weapons like Nathaniel, they did have silver forged into the tips of their blades, it was enough to wound the inhuman beasts, maybe kill them. The werewolf jumped forward, leaping onto Nathaniel only to be cut deep with the red hot blade, it coughed up blood. The two hunters stabbed their swords into the beast, it howled as loud as it could in pain before ripping off the arm of the first hunter, he died screaming as blood drooled from his stump of an arm. The second held the beast still as Nathaniel readied a heavy swing on the werewolf, a slam and a sizzle and the beasts head was cleaved clean off, the neck seared from the cut, then a stab to the heart with a divine strike, the beast was dead and the hunter claimed another trophy.
@BoyMom035@King Tai@knifeman@Jaded "yeah, one guy can't go against all of us!", he was sure they would all be able to take on the clown, he was sure. "grab what's left of the knives and we'll go after it." he said triumphantly, triumphantly, sure. He still had his knife out, holding it in both hands he looked out the small window in the door, he couldn't see it, nor Aaron.
@FreeElk "Hm, oh, what, yeah... thanks...", he tried to take a bite again but this time hitting his chin. @Raccoon Eyes@KatherinWinter@King Tai@DriveEMOut@FreeElk@SantosGabriel77@LadyinInk Thom attempted to maintain his composure within the group of thieves and cutthroats, he wiped his eyes and yawned then tried to bite into the apple for the final time, this time succeeding.
@BoyMom035 Eugene's heart beat too fast to realise that Delilah was now resting on his chest, he couldn't think straight, only hearing a few words: "killer... office... chased... Aaron!", where was Aaron? God damnit where is he? Eugene thought for a moment, he must still be outside. "we gotta go get him and I'm not running away like before.", Eugene pulled Delilah off and sat her down, he'll deal with the clown alone, it was just one guy...
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>
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