JonxlatheLion

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One thing i can offer for 'The Burning' is this I was sitting on the other side of this man. He was built like a bull, to say the least. His hair darkened his face, and his beard made him look that much more menacing. "So, Mr. Tesar. What relation do you have to the burning of 1946?" He looks up and his face is shown, burn scars down the left side, and cracked, even bloodied, lips. In a raspy, halted voice he says "Well, that's very simple, Detective Miles." He rears over in a fit of half laughing, half coughing where with one last rear he launches blood onto the table. He quickly wipes it off with a sleeve, and says "I did it."

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as i said, it is a bone and still an idea. The only story i have work on is Guardians, but it's being rewritten due to it being... five years ago that it came from (which was during the time that i was... not so good XD) I think i can show a part of my writing skills somewhere. Here's something involving a race of mine. "This is Captain Finnand of the USS Kingland. We are on a space voyage to deliver some very precious cargo to the planet Bolin from the moon colony X-12 of Earth. We were not allowed to see this cargo, but we have been told it is currency, and should be delivered at all costs. We obliged, albeit suspiciously, and underwent way. Now we are half way done with our journey. No bumps in the road yet, but we are still on full alert." The Captain was now being led at gun point to the cargo bay. He was a huge man, seven feet tall and biceps bulging with muscle on either side of his fifty inch chest. But this size didn't help him against five armed bandits hungry for the money he was transporting. "Look, I have no idea what's in here. You might not even have use for whatever this is!" "Shut up and open the vault, deadman!" A rifle stock slams into the back of his head and he stumbles forward onto the vault door. He growls and brings a hand to the console at the side of the door. After pushing a few buttons the door opens, and the bandits almost drool in anticipation. The door slowly opens to show what was behind. A small army of furred shivering bodies was revealed in the dim light that was leaked into the vault. All six of the men looked in awe as a single one, easily ten feet tall, stood. More started to rise, and now it was obvious not all were covered in fur. Skin, scales, even feathers. "Man, this ain't no kind of money!" The captain stands as the bandits start to back away. They run back to their ship, almost tripping over some of the dead crew. Finnand looks to the huge group of refugees. "What are you!?" The first to stand turns to show glowing green eyes. They all look toward him now and speak in unison. "We are the Kindred. We are the Light. We are Salvation. We are new Life." The captain's eyes widen, their blue color being easily seen. "What in god's name did I put on this ship?"

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i act hostile to seemingly hostile evaluation.

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The story that i'm working on is just bone right now: I call it The Burning (temporary title, i'll work on another should I need to) Mstislav ( pronounced Mishkaslav) Tesar (Technically, Creator of Vengeance in russian) was raised during the cold war, by his pure-blooded russian family. He was tormented by the whole town, children and adults alike, accused of being a spy. This lead to him being outcast and even assaulted. The police did nothing, due to his nationality. The last straw was when kids poured random chemicals down his throat, which permanently scarred his wind pipe and voice box. He started obsessively studying pyrotechnics and other incendiary-related technology. When he was only twelve, he burned down his whole town. And got away with it with tears and false innocence. Another I am working on (that is mah baybee) It's split between two titles The original (Guardians) or a new one i'm thinking of (Project Divinity) Basically the plot is demon/angel half-breeds must protect humanity from planswalkers known as the Children of the Night. They are immortal souls, meaning should they die, they will reincarnate with the next generation. Well, at one point these beings begin to grow tired of being stamped and stomped on by the society the mortal humans hold, and turn into terrorists, cleaving a path of death and destruction right to the white house. Little do they know while they do this, the Children of the Night work on summoning their king.

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if it's just words on a screen then why did this argument start in the first place? pretty sure this was about my words on a screen, no? that people were so terribly insulted about?

JonxlatheLion

I wasn't insulted; I just don't think you're a very strong writer. Practice more.

IncredibleBee

try ten years of practice, just low muse because of people doing things that are not very good for the roleplay.

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Zero Hex

see, what's happening is that i'm being taught how to write even though i do it hours on hours every day because i enjoy it and consider myself rather good at it, and am currently writing a story, and plotting three more, because that's how much i enjoy writing on a day to day basis.

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if it's just words on a screen then why did this argument start in the first place? pretty sure this was about my words on a screen, no? that people were so terribly insulted about?

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It's harrasment when you won't stop despite me stating my feelings were being harmed

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no, because people don't get upset being teamed up on prostagma. That never happens.

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i'm not putting up with this anymore. Fuck this, i'm done It's about time this roleplay died in my eyes anyway. I QUIT Hope you're happy, you snobbish, stuck up pieces of no good shit. I'm not going to sit here and get teamed up on like this I'm alos going to report you two (three now, thanks pros) for harrasement. Jolly good fucking day.