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PrincePierce
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STATUS: I want to DM a 5e game. However, I've never done it online and have no clue what to do without paper, pencil, and DICE. I just don't trust digital rollers. 6 yrs ago
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I want to DM a 5e game. However, I've never done it online and have no clue what to do without paper, pencil, and DICE. I just don't trust digital rollers.
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Viktor Polzinov
Viktor couldn't help but look at Brandon with disbelief. "You are telling me these marks that google would not help me with..." he stopped and looked at the wrist itself to double check he wasn't crazy. "It only said Brandon Stout?" he started, chuckling with his last syllable.
"Honestly, I was expecting something dark that would strike fear into the hearts of mortal men or be something incredibly sexy, but I would have never imagined 'Brandon'," Viktor grinned haughtily. "I am Viktor Polzinov, and apparently I am your soulmate," he sighed placing his hands on his hips. He then mulled over the question in his mouth. Was it racist to assume?
"I do not know if your assumption was offensive. I do not believe in it because I believe that fate is not real, but I have met a few humans who live their whole lives around the thought of meeting their soulmate. I suppose it would depend highly on the individual," he explained, not really caring if someone were to scream obscenities at him for being so laisse fare about the whole thing.
Viktor Polzinov
Viktor raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Da. I am a human," he responded, then crossed his arms and tilted his head up so as to examine the patron from a different angle, an angle that made it easier to pass judgement. Oh man, his wrist was on fire now. He had better just get it over with. As much as he hated it, having his wrist burn was getting unbearable.
"I would suppose your name... is this strange mark on my wrist that I couldn't read if I tried." he sighed, letting his chin drop to his chest in defeat. It upset him that the burning was now less than before. It was very telling, if nothing else. It sent a grinding into his gut that echoed in his teeth. He could almost akin this feeling to fear, if he didn't know he was just rejecting.
"And if I had to guess again, I would say the name on your arm is something that is hard for you to read as well... Unless you speak Russian," he chuckled, now chewing on the inside of his cheek on the right side.
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