You don't like Guns & Roses?
They were never my cup of tea. They were just... Weird sounding to me. I'm not into hard rock or metal or any of that. Classic and alternative rock are more my thing.
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Wow it's been a long while since I was last on. I'm gonna have to update a lot of stuff.
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Lifetip: Don't forget to eat for 2 days, then drink 44 oz of coke at the movies. I don't feel too good, Mr. Stark.
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Finally finished editing that transcript. At this point the only person I'm rooting for in this case is the judge.
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"Boy I sure am feeling harassed after I bullied someone else and people pointed it out to me"
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"A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth, and ends with making the truth itself appear like falsehood." - William Shenstone
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I'm a 24 year old college student with a "tragic past" and a series of flunked schools and medical bills. Roleplaying has been my one escape from a harsh reality while growing up, and I really appreciate this site and everyone on it.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
I've been on Roleplayer Guild for eight years, going on nine in a few months.
I started roleplaying at 13 on an Invader Zim fan site... I accept my shame and disgrace.
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They were never my cup of tea. They were just... Weird sounding to me. I'm not into hard rock or metal or any of that. Classic and alternative rock are more my thing.
@Balthazar007
Good. You can't give me lava and expect me to not stick my OC in it, it's just not possible. I cannot be trusted in these circumstances. I've been planning this moment since this chapter began. It was all I could think about. "How can I throw Andy into the lava?" I was so excited, I had to do it.
Good. You can't give me lava and expect me to not stick my OC in it, it's just not possible. I cannot be trusted in these circumstances. I've been planning this moment since this chapter began. It was all I could think about. "How can I throw Andy into the lava?" I was so excited, I had to do it.
He had to admit, he didn't think using his powers would be this difficult. He had tested it out a few times before, but those had only been for short, brief moments on strangers. It was one thing to transfer his powers to strangers, it was another to assume direct control over them. The best way to describe it would be two minds in the same body. He saw everything through Almaniac's eyes and his own, heard everything she heard and everything he heard. Twice the input for one person. And Almaniac was aware of everything going on around her, and of his presence within her mind. She was also not very happy about it. He could feel her struggle against him, trying to retake control, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"No, we're not going to attack that fire hydrant. Stay away from that police officer. Do not destroy the market." he continuously scolded her in his head, trying to keep her on track.
"BUT I WANT TO!" she would always scream back at him, renewing her mental thrashing. It was like reasoning with a super powered toddler. He made a mental note that the next person he gave his powers to had to be slightly more mentally stable.
There was a sudden clatter at the door, and his concentration was broken. The mental link he had forged between him and Almaniac was severed. He quickly turned around, looking to the door. Great, someone was trying to get in, a teacher probably. He grit his teeth, hissing with displeasure. Of course. He would have to find a better place, and quickly, before Almaniac ruined his plans. He needed his mental link with her to take his powers back, or she needed to give them up herself. That was what Hex had told him. Without her as his puppet, he was defenseless, without armor.
Not wanting to open the door and be questioned by the teacher, Clair walked to one of the windows, cranking one open and climbing out of it. His shirt caught on the latch, tearing a hole into his sleeve. He grimaced. That was something he'd have to explain to his father. Now, where was she? He had last had her fly near Dupont circle. That wasn't that far, and if her one-track mind of destruction was anything, she was probably tearing up the park. If he could get close enough to her, he could reestablish his mental link with her before the other miraculous users even made it out of the building. It was going to be a race, but he had the upper hand. He knew where to go.
"No, we're not going to attack that fire hydrant. Stay away from that police officer. Do not destroy the market." he continuously scolded her in his head, trying to keep her on track.
"BUT I WANT TO!" she would always scream back at him, renewing her mental thrashing. It was like reasoning with a super powered toddler. He made a mental note that the next person he gave his powers to had to be slightly more mentally stable.
There was a sudden clatter at the door, and his concentration was broken. The mental link he had forged between him and Almaniac was severed. He quickly turned around, looking to the door. Great, someone was trying to get in, a teacher probably. He grit his teeth, hissing with displeasure. Of course. He would have to find a better place, and quickly, before Almaniac ruined his plans. He needed his mental link with her to take his powers back, or she needed to give them up herself. That was what Hex had told him. Without her as his puppet, he was defenseless, without armor.
Not wanting to open the door and be questioned by the teacher, Clair walked to one of the windows, cranking one open and climbing out of it. His shirt caught on the latch, tearing a hole into his sleeve. He grimaced. That was something he'd have to explain to his father. Now, where was she? He had last had her fly near Dupont circle. That wasn't that far, and if her one-track mind of destruction was anything, she was probably tearing up the park. If he could get close enough to her, he could reestablish his mental link with her before the other miraculous users even made it out of the building. It was going to be a race, but he had the upper hand. He knew where to go.
Andy's rating of those kids dastardly plan?
The longer he spent by the riverside, the more uneasy he felt. There was something disconcerting about being this close to actual, real lava. A poor orphan farm boy who had never left the Texarkana region in his life, now sitting on a cobblestone road and watching lava slowly flow by. It certainly didn't look anything like in his dinosaur books as a child. No slow, stupid lizards slugged by in a mesozoic landscape, to lazy to escape their certain doom at the hands of the volcano. But the lava itself wasn't exactly fast either.
It didn't move like water. It's flow was slow and thick, like molasses out of the fridge. Slower and thicker than honey, it barely inched along in the time he sat there, watching it. Another thing he noticed was that it wasn't entirely uniform. Cool patches would form along the surface, almost solidifying, before sinking into the depths and presumably melting again. Bubbles would rise up from places unknown, growing as large as beach balls before popping, spraying molten flecks everywhere. The road closer to the canal was covered in such unusual blobs and pebbles, having long since cooled into rock. There were none near the wall where Andy sat, so he assumed he was safely out of the splash zone.
He heard far off chattering, looking up to see a group of teenagers coming down the canal. Probably not much older than Camilla. Camilla... He wasn't doing much good sitting around here and moping. He had to strengthen his heart and go inside the city once again. He had to find the others. Despite how little he had known them, they were the only familiar thing to him in this unfamiliar world. And he was scared of facing whatever trials lay ahead alone.
Standing up, Andy decided that if the river ran through the center of the city, there was a good chance he could find one or more of the others if he stayed close. If he could just make a map, then he would have some way of orienting where he was. Pulling out his pad of paper and pencil, he started quickly sketching the area of the canal where he was, marking his location with a star. He then slowly started making his way up the canal, looking up every so often to continue his map making.
He was so engrossed in this activity, that he didn't notice he was being followed. He still wasn't used to hearing things, the sounds of the lava and footsteps and the strange shrieks of instruments and people in the distance all blending together. He tuned them out, and so didn't notice he was surrounded until one of the teenagers showed up in his peripheral vision. He stopped, looking up in confusion. That was a mistake. He was quickly surrounded by them, giggling and leering.
"Looks like we've got a newbie!" one of them sneered, a tall boy with strange tattoos on his face.
"Whatcha got there, mister? Something you drawing?" he asked. Cautiously, Andy turned the notebook around and showed him the map he had made, which was quickly snatched out of his hand.
"Wow, you draw real nice, don'tcha, mister? You musta spent some time on 'is. I better make sure not to drop it." The boy said with fake innocence, before casually tossing the notebook, his only means of communication, into the lava.
Andy was silent, of course. He knew these kind of kids. There were lots at the orphanage, and there were lots in bars in adult bodies. He might be bigger and stronger than them, but he didn't want to hurt them. They just wanted to push him around to make him push back, it was a game that little punks everywhere had played through history. If he didn't give them a reaction, they would grow tired of him and leave. And being mute also helped keeping his tongue in check.
"What's the matter, mister? You too scared to talk? Cat got your tongue?" the boy taunted, jabbing fingers into his chest and making him take a step back. Andy remained quiet, keeping his hands at his sides. It would all be over soon. They'd throw a few punches, maybe kick him a little bit, but after the coals and barbed wire, he could handle that. He wouldn't let these kids get to him.
The leader of the teens exchanged glances with the two at his side. Andy knew there was movement behind him, guessing that they were probably gonna get him from behind, force him down or something. He was wrong. The attack came from the front. Accompanied by his two cronies, the lead boy suddenly shoved Andy backwards, and the heat grew stronger. In the brief moments before impact, Andy realized he had been tricked. The kids behind him had moved out of the way. They weren't going to beat him up. Their plan had always been something much, much worse.
He hit the searing surface and went under.
It didn't move like water. It's flow was slow and thick, like molasses out of the fridge. Slower and thicker than honey, it barely inched along in the time he sat there, watching it. Another thing he noticed was that it wasn't entirely uniform. Cool patches would form along the surface, almost solidifying, before sinking into the depths and presumably melting again. Bubbles would rise up from places unknown, growing as large as beach balls before popping, spraying molten flecks everywhere. The road closer to the canal was covered in such unusual blobs and pebbles, having long since cooled into rock. There were none near the wall where Andy sat, so he assumed he was safely out of the splash zone.
He heard far off chattering, looking up to see a group of teenagers coming down the canal. Probably not much older than Camilla. Camilla... He wasn't doing much good sitting around here and moping. He had to strengthen his heart and go inside the city once again. He had to find the others. Despite how little he had known them, they were the only familiar thing to him in this unfamiliar world. And he was scared of facing whatever trials lay ahead alone.
Standing up, Andy decided that if the river ran through the center of the city, there was a good chance he could find one or more of the others if he stayed close. If he could just make a map, then he would have some way of orienting where he was. Pulling out his pad of paper and pencil, he started quickly sketching the area of the canal where he was, marking his location with a star. He then slowly started making his way up the canal, looking up every so often to continue his map making.
He was so engrossed in this activity, that he didn't notice he was being followed. He still wasn't used to hearing things, the sounds of the lava and footsteps and the strange shrieks of instruments and people in the distance all blending together. He tuned them out, and so didn't notice he was surrounded until one of the teenagers showed up in his peripheral vision. He stopped, looking up in confusion. That was a mistake. He was quickly surrounded by them, giggling and leering.
"Looks like we've got a newbie!" one of them sneered, a tall boy with strange tattoos on his face.
"Whatcha got there, mister? Something you drawing?" he asked. Cautiously, Andy turned the notebook around and showed him the map he had made, which was quickly snatched out of his hand.
"Wow, you draw real nice, don'tcha, mister? You musta spent some time on 'is. I better make sure not to drop it." The boy said with fake innocence, before casually tossing the notebook, his only means of communication, into the lava.
Andy was silent, of course. He knew these kind of kids. There were lots at the orphanage, and there were lots in bars in adult bodies. He might be bigger and stronger than them, but he didn't want to hurt them. They just wanted to push him around to make him push back, it was a game that little punks everywhere had played through history. If he didn't give them a reaction, they would grow tired of him and leave. And being mute also helped keeping his tongue in check.
"What's the matter, mister? You too scared to talk? Cat got your tongue?" the boy taunted, jabbing fingers into his chest and making him take a step back. Andy remained quiet, keeping his hands at his sides. It would all be over soon. They'd throw a few punches, maybe kick him a little bit, but after the coals and barbed wire, he could handle that. He wouldn't let these kids get to him.
The leader of the teens exchanged glances with the two at his side. Andy knew there was movement behind him, guessing that they were probably gonna get him from behind, force him down or something. He was wrong. The attack came from the front. Accompanied by his two cronies, the lead boy suddenly shoved Andy backwards, and the heat grew stronger. In the brief moments before impact, Andy realized he had been tricked. The kids behind him had moved out of the way. They weren't going to beat him up. Their plan had always been something much, much worse.
He hit the searing surface and went under.
Yikes, I was so busy with cupcakes I forgot to check the guild! I'll have a post up right away! Finally I can put that lava to good use!
@Leslie Hall Yeah, I never liked them much myself. I always confused them with the song Blood and Roses by the Smithereens when I was a kid, which I adored in my edgy 13 year old phase, and so I was obviously confused. So I was constantly frustrated when I'd look for the song on Youtube and all that came up was this band? That was not what I wanted? I wanted the song? Then I'd have to borrow my mom's iPod, see that it was BLOOD and Roses, not Guns n Roses. Have a big "Doh!" moment, then get distracted, forget about my new discovery, and get back to being frustrated at Youtube giving me the band again. I eventually figured it out when I got an attention span longer than 12 seconds, but man, I was a really, really stupid kid.
And ha, I didn't even notice! Well, better late than never!
@banjoanjo Alright! Sounds good!
And ha, I didn't even notice! Well, better late than never!
@banjoanjo Alright! Sounds good!
Oooooooh! That does sound super fun! I went to my first real concert in August, I saw the B-52's playing in my town. I was so hyped, I'm a huge fan of 80's alternative. It was so much fun.
And lucky! Well, I suppose lucky. I don't drink by choice so I really don't know anything about alcohol. Like, what is a Noir? Is-Is it the wine of the night? Is it black? but it's red? And what does pinocchio have to do with it? I dunno man, that wine just seems real shady to me, I don't trust it. I don't trust it in my home, get it away from me. Get it away from my cat.
And lucky! Well, I suppose lucky. I don't drink by choice so I really don't know anything about alcohol. Like, what is a Noir? Is-Is it the wine of the night? Is it black? but it's red? And what does pinocchio have to do with it? I dunno man, that wine just seems real shady to me, I don't trust it. I don't trust it in my home, get it away from me. Get it away from my cat.
@Invader Len Completely understandable. If necessary, I can edit my post. Or is it too late?
I'm afraid it's a little too late for that. It should be noted for everyone that the time slot you have to make major edits, that is, edits that aren't related to grammar, spelling, or similar details, is before someone else posts after you. This is a group role-play, Rokku, and people build on each others posts. Errorist has already made her post. It messes up the reading of things if you make major edits after another person has posted. Because, then they need to change their post, and then another person needs to change theirs, and you can see the domino effect it has.
For now, you'll just have to live with the way you character has acted. Do try to remember that the way you see your character acting isn't the way we see them. We don't have the insight or planning of Talon's personality that you do. We can only judge him by what he says and does. And if other characters garner a negative impression of him, maybe it's time to take a little more care in how he treats them. :) Just a friendly suggestion.
I went to a Medieval Festival over the weekend. It was really not worth the 400km trip but at least I was there with my best bud.
Ooooh, that sounds fun! I hope you had some fun! The only time I ever went to anything like that was a LARPing festival in high school. I was a dungeon lich, chasing people out of my lair. I managed to catch and kill most of one party before their cleric defeated me. Faking the death was a lot of fun, I had a lot of fun.
@Classpet@Airalin
Thank you both! There is no rush. I'd rather everyone write at their own pace.
If @Invader Len or myself want to speed up, we can always draft one more writer. Personally, I could go a tiny bit faster, not much, just a little.
I'm totally chill at any pace, man. One thing I totally love about this RP is just how laid back the posting pace is. It makes it so that when there is a post I get so excited, like it's RP christmas. That being said, I also believe there's never too much harm in multiple christmases, so if you think we need one more, sounds good to me! The more the merrier, right?
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