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Current Are you with me Dr. Wu? Are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew? Are you crazy? Are you high? Or just an ordinary guy? Have you done all you can do? Are you with me doctor?
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It is the start of a new School Year and Imma keep writin' cause it's fun!
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I have returned to RPG in order to finally use my creative writing skills!

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Whew lad, that was some writing lmao. Alright my post is up.
Fuma - Hanawa in the Morning


The pale shades of light rained down from the sky and through the windows of the rustic home. Awakening to the sound of birds chirping a young red-haired man removed himself from his covers and yawned silently. Yesterday had been long, but it was worth it to finally finish something that would benefit the town. He would bring it up to the townspeople as soon as time would allow it, but for now- it was morning and with the rising sun meant breakfast. Getting up out of his bed and adorning a hakama Fuma walked out of his room and to the left to the kitchen in order to fix something. When he got to his kitchen however he noticed that there was something off about the morning air, he hadn't prepared breakfast but instead smelled the familiar aroma of beef. Ah yes! Steak had been quite common in his household as Fuma's father would order various servants of the Getsu clan to find the finest quality of beef for them to eat! Although the servants did it begrudgingly, they secretly loved doing it because the Getsu clan never really had any action oriented missions due to it being a time of peace before the Ryuukotsuki's resurrection to the mortal plane.

Yet he couldn't fathom where the smell was coming from. Walking into his garden the smell grew thicker and his appetite began to climb bit by bit. The warrior had worked hard and for once someone else making breakfast for him didn't sound to bad, after all it was good to receive gifts was it not? Humbled by this very thought Fuma walked to the front door and to his surprise some crudely made art had been nailed onto his mahogany door. Odd. He wasn't expecting any letters especially one that looked more like a demon's chicken scratch rather than an actual invitation to a birthday party. Puzzled, Fuma sat there analyzing the macaroni art before finally coming to the conclusion that whatever Pridemoore was eating, it must've been good. He didn't know what it was but he was for sure intrigued by the very thought of it.

Rushing back inside, he quickly ate some Mapo Tofu that he had made the night prior and set out for another long day. He would most likely meet with his friend Gutsman and King Pridemoore today, although he didn't really view Pridemoore as a true king he did view him as some sort of authoritative figure, albeit very loosely. With Hadoken in sheath and taiko on back, Fuma set out onto Home's streets, towards the familiar smell.

Gutsman - GUTS HOUSE in the Morning


A loud ringing and the hulking mass of a robot bolted upright, knocking a small plush of one of his best friends into the wall. It hit the wall with such force that it made a very tiny but noticeable indent and dropped to the floor with a simple squeak. Quickly turning to his left Gutsman picked up the metool style alarm clock, walked to his window and chucked it as hard as he could towards the forest and heard a faint but distinct crash as he did. That'll teach that ravelrouser to distrub my sleep. Mess with the foreman and you get the red paper! Or was it blue? Quickly regaining his thoughts the hulking robot opened his door slowly and made his way to his restroom in order to prepare for daily hygiene, some lubricant and some floor polish made a hard working machine like himself look just like the day he had been created. Reaching into a small drawer he pulled out a Table Buffer and began to slide it all the way across the entirety of his round head like a hairbrush. When finished and shiny Gutsman smiled in the mirror and began the next part of his daily routine which was applying lubricant with a small airhose. As he began reaching around all the areas of his physique he remembered that someone had been pounding on his door earlier. He finished quickly and stormed downstairs.

When he found that the door had been nailed into he just about lost it. Nobody, Nobody messed with the foreman's door unless prompted. It was common sense in the workplace. He was just about to punch straight through the paper when he noticed the crude macaroni drawing that had been plastered on it depicting what looked like a king digging into a cake with something about a birthday being mentioned. He'd been invited to a party!? Now this he could get behind, forget the door, who's door was that? Eh Fuma would help him carve out the damage anyway. Flattered at the invitation Gutsman went back inside to eat his favorite breakfast, a box of PowerBolts™ along with a metool styled bowl and some E-Tank fluid and Gutsman was about as happy as a young schoolboy on the last day of school. He finished his meal and quickly washed the bowl before going outside. The next stop was the Sheriff's Office, he just had to tell him about the letter.

Once outside he went over to something that was basically his means of fast travel, it was a moving and chuting platform from the mining area Dr. Wily had occupied him at during the events of his brother Mega's first adventure. However this platform was on it's back and was engineered to go up like a springboard. Gutsman lowered himself onto the platform and with a click the mechanism began to whirr, soon a loud humming sound readied itself as the platform moved back just a few inches. He was so excited, it was gonna be a great day that he had been invited to a party and he was willing to bet that whoever would be genius enough to print a macaroni picture would throw a big bonanza! It marveled him! The platform finally reached it's peak and zoomed up so fast that from an outsider's perspective it looked like someone had just shot the rising mechanism in 1 FPS. With an audible battle cry he was propelled so far and so fast into the air that he became a blur. About 3 seconds later he landed in the streets, surprisingly on his feet, making a small quake and a a crater as he did. He had overshot himself and began walking towards the way to the Sheriff's Office.
Will be posting late tommorow, got some work.













I AM LUCIANSMENTOR, The Aspiring Writing Student
On duty.
The issue is that people aren't posting when they really need to. That's the problem here. GS has been trying to give people time to post and they're consistently just not, and not saying if they're having any problems getting a post up that the can be helped with.


Yeah I saw that alot as well. I think that people just needed to commit more as well, oh well I'm still in if we can ever get this to start back up!
Jax is ready for battle, also the dream sequence isn't a power he has. It's just that when you get knocked that hard by a tree something's bound to happen.
Jax - Attacked Village



After beating another grunt's face in with a lamppost Jax looked up to see what looked like a giant muscular creature arise from the ground. As he peered further he figured out that it wasn't a creature, but instead a rather buff looking man with blonde hair. The first thing that came to the Grandmaster's mind was, Is that Ezreal's uncle? I've heard he's buff, but this is ridiculous! It's probably not him but- Jax's thoughts were interrupted by a giant tree, or a strand of trees to be precise flying right at him like a ton of bricks. Jax couldn't dodge this and instead got hit right in the face by a pine tree, it bludgeoned Jax's left side and sent him going far back into a building. The Grandmaster's helmet was completely smashed and probably unusable. He was bleeding internally as he batted an eye out to see the rest of the goons laughing at him. Jax coughed and blacked out for a moment, the Grandmaster seemed to be down for the count.

Suddenley, Jax was somewhere else. He was in a place filled with no ground and merely a bright light, was this it? Would the Grandmaster finally be retired? Jax as he was muttering to himself about possibly dying noticed a woman slowly walk into view. She looked a bit like Jax, she had long silver hair, blue eyes and a caring smile. She walked ever so closer as the empty space around them began to light up with various colors of red, purple, orange and yellow. Ugh. My head hurts. he thought, Who is she? Is she an angel? The woman walked closer to him and without any warning hugged him, catching the Grandmaster off guard. He was racking his brain to try and figure out who this was as it was obviously someone from his life. But who? The woman stood back up again, and he finally saw her face up close: she had a giant slash across her nose. It hit him, he knew only one person who had a scar like that.

Without thinking he spoke, "Mom? Is that you?"

"Yes, my little fighter it's me." The woman answered.

"Oh man, I thought I'd never get to talk to you again. How's Dad?"

"He's fine."

"Thank god, so why am I here? Am I finally dead?"

"No. You're near dead, but not quite I'm afraid."

"Don't feel sorry for me Mom, I didn't plan on dying yet anyway."

"You shouldn't, Jax listen to me- you got to get up, you're stronger than this!" The woman pleaded, "You've gotta keep exploring the place you're in right now. This world holds more than you think it does! It needs you my little fighter, get up and fight till the end- it isn't your time!"

"Alright. Let's go then!" Jax with new resolve said as he got up, "I love you Mom. Tell Dad I love him too."

"We'll always love you Jax, now get out there and do what your mother would do!"

"Kick some ass?"

"Damn right."

The vision faded and Jax found himself inside what he assumed to be the town's tavern. He saw people near him, cowering in fear at the raiders who were so close to their hiding spot. Not missing a beat the Grandmaster got up and removed his halberd from a nearby table, he told everyone to stay down as he emerged from the still steaming hole that had been left in the building. He arched his halberd back for a moment before spinning it around and throwing it forwards towards a large raider in the frontline of Bask's forces. With the sound of flesh being crushed in the raider fell to the ground while the halberd embedded itself into the ground near the obviously dead raider's feet.

Suddenley a loud voice boomed from the tavern it would be familiar to all those who knew him, "If you smell what the Grandmaster is cookin'!?" Jax jumped back to where he was previously, next to Saotome who was now out of the way. Jax stomped the ground in front of him and his halberd came flying back to him. He stood ready as he removed his helmet in front of people for the first time in 20 years. Jax had long ivory hair that was strewn into a ponytail, he had two bangs going out the front of his face, his eyes were as green as a verdant forest and on his face was a scar shaped like an X. The Grandmaster held his halberd up and then breathed in heavily, an amber glow embraced him as a the sound of magic began to schwing loudly. Soon, rings of light encompassed him as his resolve strengthened. This was Jax's ultimate technique: The Grandmaster's Might. Looking right at the obviously angry raiders Jax smiled, he turned back to his friends and nodded. Beaming he said to them all, "Aright, let's layeth the smacketh down shall we?" he said assuming a battle posistion and twirling his spear around behind him.

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