DionWell I'm actually messaging her on kik so xD anyway, I'm hoping I get a CS up today.Silan has fallen off the face of the Earth when it comes to the kik xDFine for the most part. Been pretty busy until now, which is why I cry when I see you have around 3k posts >_> Damn my inactivity. Silyan says hi, even though she has your kik.Mind if I join?Of course not ^^ How have you been?
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The irony of someone telling other people they have nothing better to do when they write on a roleplaying forum is not lost on me
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The irony of someone telling other people they have nothing better to do when they write on a roleplaying forum is not lost on me
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Goodbye alt man it was nice knowing you
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Oh don't worry they're just terrorist sleeper cells LUL
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I’ve worked min wage jobs and I’ve done the bare minimum and have still gotten the measly ten cent raises yearly and good references from them. There really is no point, bare minimum gets you by.
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Fine for the most part. Been pretty busy until now, which is why I cry when I see you have around 3k posts >_> Damn my inactivity. Silyan says hi, even though she has your kik.Mind if I join?Of course not ^^ How have you been?
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I've seen too many people actually say such things seriously to assume that you were just joking, unfortunately.
People are serious in spam?
This is news to me.
This wasn't supposed to be taken seriously.
A mere joke, even I have done one liners, especially when I just tried out role playing. I was simply in a group chat where we were joking we would post one liners everywhere if we ended up being the only people left on rpg. Then they dared me to post this obviously blatant parody that was supposed to be a bit sarcastic.
After all, this is spam.
Quality over quantity yo.
A mere joke, even I have done one liners, especially when I just tried out role playing. I was simply in a group chat where we were joking we would post one liners everywhere if we ended up being the only people left on rpg. Then they dared me to post this obviously blatant parody that was supposed to be a bit sarcastic.
After all, this is spam.
Quality over quantity yo.
Several hundred years ago, one-liners were nearly exterminated by admins. one-liners are typically one line tall, seem to have no intelligence, devour grammar and, worst of all, seem to do it for the trolls rather than as a noob mistake. A small percentage of advanced/casual rpers survived by walling themselves in the casual/advanced section protected by extremely anal people even analler than the biggest of titans.
Flash forward to the present and the casual/advanced section has not seen a post in over 100 years. majestic as fuck Lillian Thorne and her homie HeySeuss witness something horrific as the casual/advanced section is destroyed by a colossal one liner that appears out of thin air.
On that day, RPG received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the one-liners, and were disgraced to live in these cages we called the casual/advanced section.
Flash forward to the present and the casual/advanced section has not seen a post in over 100 years. majestic as fuck Lillian Thorne and her homie HeySeuss witness something horrific as the casual/advanced section is destroyed by a colossal one liner that appears out of thin air.
On that day, RPG received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the one-liners, and were disgraced to live in these cages we called the casual/advanced section.
We can post now.
Joseph slowly shambled out of class, stopping at his dorm for a bit to grab his rifle. He’d checked his railgun recently… but after..urm.. an “accidental” discharge, some blood had gotten in the barrel. Yeah, it sounds simple enough to clean. Maybe if it was a conventional rifle, but it wasn’t. Some scientist had the brilliant idea to force the person cleaning it to fucking remove about fucking twenty-one parts before the barrel would detach safely.
Doing it himself wouldn’t be that slow though. It took him around 3-5 minutes, depending on whether it was an emergency or not.
But it was such a fucking hassle.
So, he’d get a poor scrub to clean it for him.
Walking into the first year's building in search of prey, he scanned for his poor victim. And he found him- A scrawny first year who was pretty much a toothpick. The boy was at a table of four, sitting next to some pale girl, some strike witch, who were pretty hard to miss, and some chink. But, alas, they were first years, so no fucks were given.
Taking a seat across from him, he dropped his railgun in front of the poor boy.
“Clean my rifle for me.”
Joseph took out a multitude of alcoholic beverages from his bag and began inspecting each.
“Now, I know your first reaction as a first year with no respect for his upperclassmen would be something along the lines of fuck you.”
Joseph began mixing each in certain amounts. Some scotch and whisky, a bit of sake, a splash of wine.
“But what I am making here, is the most dreaded of beverages. Mate, are you attached to your liver? After you drink this, your liver will cry out in agony. Close to death, just quite not there yet.. You think I’m joking mate? One of the creators drank just a teeny itsy cup. He made one little mistake with the mixture… Both of his livers failed within minutes.Go ask the headmaster. Bru nearly died. He’s still on life support, the poor bastard.”
Joseph pushed the railgun closer to the poor first year. “You clean this rifle, and you will be spared. But you fuck up even once mate… I’ll shove this whole brew down your mouth. This is private property mate. You cry out even once, you get a free sample too.”
Joseph leaned back in his chair. “Your choice mate.”
Doing it himself wouldn’t be that slow though. It took him around 3-5 minutes, depending on whether it was an emergency or not.
But it was such a fucking hassle.
So, he’d get a poor scrub to clean it for him.
Walking into the first year's building in search of prey, he scanned for his poor victim. And he found him- A scrawny first year who was pretty much a toothpick. The boy was at a table of four, sitting next to some pale girl, some strike witch, who were pretty hard to miss, and some chink. But, alas, they were first years, so no fucks were given.
Taking a seat across from him, he dropped his railgun in front of the poor boy.
“Clean my rifle for me.”
Joseph took out a multitude of alcoholic beverages from his bag and began inspecting each.
“Now, I know your first reaction as a first year with no respect for his upperclassmen would be something along the lines of fuck you.”
Joseph began mixing each in certain amounts. Some scotch and whisky, a bit of sake, a splash of wine.
“But what I am making here, is the most dreaded of beverages. Mate, are you attached to your liver? After you drink this, your liver will cry out in agony. Close to death, just quite not there yet.. You think I’m joking mate? One of the creators drank just a teeny itsy cup. He made one little mistake with the mixture… Both of his livers failed within minutes.Go ask the headmaster. Bru nearly died. He’s still on life support, the poor bastard.”
Joseph pushed the railgun closer to the poor first year. “You clean this rifle, and you will be spared. But you fuck up even once mate… I’ll shove this whole brew down your mouth. This is private property mate. You cry out even once, you get a free sample too.”
Joseph leaned back in his chair. “Your choice mate.”
Joseph woke up in his dorm, his chest still a bit sore from yesterday's brawl. Ditching felt like a great idea, but seeing how he'd gotten in some sort of trouble yesterday by the headmaster himself, he forced himself to get ready. Going to class for a while was better than being dormed with Dagny. Joseph shuddered at the thought. If he'd followed through the fight and the headmaster was serious about that punishment... Yeah, he'd probably blow his brains out all over the dorm walls. Not before torching the bloody place to the ground though.
He slightly adjusted his tie, making sure it wasn't going to choke him to death throughout the entire day. The uniform didn't look half bad, but honestly it wasn't something he'd usually wear. Then again, looking at most of the students at this school, it probably applied to most everyone.
Joseph locked his dorm room, checking twice to make sure it was completely locked. It wasn't uncommon for one to come back from class only to find out their dorm room was completely ransacked because they left a door open. You couldn't trust anyone on campus these days, give them a little leeway, and they took everything from you.
When he reached his homeroom class, it seemed that they were already doing introductions. Joseph was late, but hey, usually he ditched homeroom so it was an improvement. He took a seat in the middle of the room, as taking a seat in the front or back brought too much attention to oneself. But alas, since he was late, the teacher, Mr.Li, seemed a bit peeved at him already.
"I suppose you would wish to go next. Do remember not to be tardy in the future. Name, favorite food, and an interesting fact please."
Joseph shrugged. It was exactly what he'd expected a teacher from earth to do. A bit clique too, but he guessed that even in the academy teachers from earth were pretty much the same as they were back home.
"My name is Joseph. I do enjoy a steak here and there, and I've been shot once or twice in the chest. Both accidents, so don't start asking stupid questions, please." He then slumped down in his chair. First days of academy were pretty boring, and this year should be no different..
He slightly adjusted his tie, making sure it wasn't going to choke him to death throughout the entire day. The uniform didn't look half bad, but honestly it wasn't something he'd usually wear. Then again, looking at most of the students at this school, it probably applied to most everyone.
Joseph locked his dorm room, checking twice to make sure it was completely locked. It wasn't uncommon for one to come back from class only to find out their dorm room was completely ransacked because they left a door open. You couldn't trust anyone on campus these days, give them a little leeway, and they took everything from you.
When he reached his homeroom class, it seemed that they were already doing introductions. Joseph was late, but hey, usually he ditched homeroom so it was an improvement. He took a seat in the middle of the room, as taking a seat in the front or back brought too much attention to oneself. But alas, since he was late, the teacher, Mr.Li, seemed a bit peeved at him already.
"I suppose you would wish to go next. Do remember not to be tardy in the future. Name, favorite food, and an interesting fact please."
Joseph shrugged. It was exactly what he'd expected a teacher from earth to do. A bit clique too, but he guessed that even in the academy teachers from earth were pretty much the same as they were back home.
"My name is Joseph. I do enjoy a steak here and there, and I've been shot once or twice in the chest. Both accidents, so don't start asking stupid questions, please." He then slumped down in his chair. First days of academy were pretty boring, and this year should be no different..
“Still as cocky as always… This time you don’t have the element of surprise, Freakshow.”
Yes, the injustice had been done last year. Mostly everyone in the academy would simply say forgive and forget. But no. It was supposed to have been a fair fight, after all, they were sparring. But that bitch right there? She kicked before it even was supposed to begin. Now, if it had just been a kick to the chest, legs, or even face, Joseph would have shrugged it off. Sometimes people get a little bit too eager. It could have been an honest mistake.
But Dagny had the audacity to go straight for the jewels.
When one decides to strike for the balls of a human male, it is done with malice and conspiracy.
One does just not simply kick a man in the balls by ‘mistake’, it is a calculated move. One goes for the balls for the killing strike, the coup de grace. You strike the balls not only to end a fight swiftly.
You do it because you wish the worst imaginable pain possible in a single stroke. The cheapest of cheap shots, the most vile of blows. The ultimate brawling sacrilege.
Well, it was tactical genius. But still. You don’t do that shit in a practice fight. Emphasis on practice!
Dagny was probably expecting him to go ranged.
Well, she was going to be fucking surprised.
Joseph charged up to Dagny and smashed his FIST across her face. It did hurt more than he had expected, but fuck that shit.
He had gotten the first blow. Yes, fighting with fists was pretty satisfying in it’s own way.
“Come the fuck at me mate!” Joseph yelled at the top of his lungs, hyped for the fight ahead.
Yes, the injustice had been done last year. Mostly everyone in the academy would simply say forgive and forget. But no. It was supposed to have been a fair fight, after all, they were sparring. But that bitch right there? She kicked before it even was supposed to begin. Now, if it had just been a kick to the chest, legs, or even face, Joseph would have shrugged it off. Sometimes people get a little bit too eager. It could have been an honest mistake.
But Dagny had the audacity to go straight for the jewels.
When one decides to strike for the balls of a human male, it is done with malice and conspiracy.
One does just not simply kick a man in the balls by ‘mistake’, it is a calculated move. One goes for the balls for the killing strike, the coup de grace. You strike the balls not only to end a fight swiftly.
You do it because you wish the worst imaginable pain possible in a single stroke. The cheapest of cheap shots, the most vile of blows. The ultimate brawling sacrilege.
Well, it was tactical genius. But still. You don’t do that shit in a practice fight. Emphasis on practice!
Dagny was probably expecting him to go ranged.
Well, she was going to be fucking surprised.
Joseph charged up to Dagny and smashed his FIST across her face. It did hurt more than he had expected, but fuck that shit.
He had gotten the first blow. Yes, fighting with fists was pretty satisfying in it’s own way.
“Come the fuck at me mate!” Joseph yelled at the top of his lungs, hyped for the fight ahead.
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