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5 yrs ago
Current I’m also on RPnation and roleplay.me/join/AndrewRyan93
8 yrs ago
We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes have yet to open. FEAR THE OLD BLOOD!
8 yrs ago
If anyone wants to be part of an rp skype chat, hmu on skype. My username there is mikkishtheleprechaun. Or you can give me your username and I can find you.
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9 yrs ago
MAn, this place has changed. Wonder if anyone else is here from way back in 2012
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9 yrs ago
I am the one once known as TheApprentice on here.

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The city was unlike the ruins of Denver that Jesse was familiar with. It was beyond anything he imagined Denver could have ever been. Could this be what the Old World was like? No, this was better. This world wouldn’t collapse. Nobody in their right mind would allow that.

The mechanical beasts people called “car” were not reserved for a noble few, but allowed to seemingly anyone. And the buildings of brick and concrete were full of people. It was more people in one place Jesse had ever seen. There were cafes and pubs where Jesse was from, but they were built from poorly cut wood planks and scrap metal, and few and far between. Here, the smell of cooking food was almost everywhere, and didn’t have any rancid scent at all. Some of the people were large and round, and Jesse had only seen such large people a few times in his life before. He didn’t even have words for it.

You guys want to all start out in the same general area?
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@Dark Cloud Oh crap. My bad. Sorry I'm a little tired. I will fix it.
The Angel of Death spoke to Jesse with a deep baritone that seemed to grate on his bones. This was, of course, a dream. Jesse remembered being shot, and riding on a boat with the reaper on some river in the afterlife. But Jesse knew he was rejected by death, a fact which the reaper never failed to mock him for. Whether he was an instrument for the reaper to carry out his will, or simply a dancing monkey for the reaper's own amusement, Jesse did not know. What he did know, was he had been shot in places that killed, but he was not dead.

Jesse's eyes flicked open to a gray sky, in an alleyway. Things seemed off immediately. The buildings which surrounded him were...pristine. They were cracked and weathered, but not crumbling. Where was he? He then noticed giant metal creatures which carried people, and realized he had seen the corpses of such things before. Where he was from, people knew the rusted carapaces of these things once ran, but nobody could be bothered to fix them. He was in another territory, perhaps The Texes, or a place like it. The neighborhood he was in wasn't particularly friendly, but it wasn't as bad as he was used to. He wondered the impoverished and sketchy neighborhood.
@Kenshi Accepted
Its not in exact format, sorry I was feeling lazy




@Dark CloudThat will need to wait until I get home
@Dark CloudLooks good. And I can start the first post tonight.
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