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Cold Front: Antarctica (Completed)

Cold Front: Tacitum (Completed)

Should have something up by tomorrow night

Dervish's Guide to GMing

In my opinion, this is the best GM guide on the site, currently. Well done, man! I love the tips and tricks and even troubleshooting suggestions for when the RP get in a pickles. Well friggin done!

The Red Hoods: Initiates

I have changed the status from 'Full' to 'Apply' as we have new spots open. While we are open to a new character or two, we can certainly finish the plot with the fantastic group that we have, so I will not be taking any extra steps to advertise.

To those that apply: We will not be accepting applications just because applications exist. Everyone who is playing went through a selection process and that does not change now. That said, I welcome any hopeful applicants and look forward to getting to know you and exploring what you may be able to contribute to this crazy world we created!

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

JACK PERKINS :+: WIT'S END, NYC COMPOUND :+: MENTIONS: @savannahssu

The shotgun hesitantly lowered. The bartender regarded the woman and must've had two thoughts running through his mind. A paying customer and maybe she can babysit this freak, then. With one last look of disapproval at the red mouthed, smokey eyed human timebomb, the bartender said, "I'll give ya five minutes. After that, this stick is going to go boom, ya hear?" He then reluctantly went about his business. All the while Pickles grinned profusely, his eyes following the man until his interest feigned. Eventually they rolled around to the dark haired woman who had addressed him.

"You DON'T bite, you say? How disappointing." The rolling pitch of his voice continued to fluctuate between extremes as he continued. "A pretty lady with PRETTY paint on her pretty skin. Stabbed and stabbed and stabbed again. What do they CALL you, miss? Besides a glutton for PUNISHMENT, I mean." Pickles pulled out the nearest barstool and leapfrogged onto it in dramatic fashion before resting his elbows on his propped up knees, cradling his face in his hands adorably as if he were taking a yearbook photo. His interest appeared to be borderline facetious, but this was simply the way of Pickles.

She looks nice, imparted Jack. Be nice to her. Pickles swatted into the air, as if trying to rid himself of a pesky fly that no one else could see. In fact, that's exactly what he was doing.

X-Men The New Era Recruiting

The Red Hoods: Initiates

I want to try and get another post out this weekend in order to keep things moving. Hope I'm not stepping on any toes in doing so.

Cold Front: Tacitum (Mafia Party Game)

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