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Ummm I don't really know what do put in my bio so I will just state random facts that best describe me. Not that anyone will really read this or if they do really care about its contents
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  • I like to draw (not very well but it happens)
  • I also frequent my spare time as a console gamer (I think I am quite good at it)
  • My favourite genre of music is Electronic
  • My most disliked genre of music is Screamo and than Country (Impeccable similarities between the two)
  • I enjoy anime and manga (I enjoy the former more because I like audio/video)
  • Dachshund is my absolute favourite breed of dog and I am blessed enough to have one!


I guess that's enough for meow, if I can think of anything else I guess I will just randomly change it without warning.

Current Anime Obsessions (Alphabetically Ordered)
‣ Attack On Titan
‣ Claymore
‣ Deadman Wonderland
‣ Death Note
‣ Fairy Tale
‣ HighSchool of the Dead
‣ Initial D
‣ No Game, No Life
‣ Ouran High School Host Club
‣ Soul Eater
‣ Sword Art Online

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So would this RP be more like the Mortal Kombat movie of 1995? If that makes sense.
In Lantern 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As soon as the words started to come out of Simons mouth he could feel the object press harder against the back of his neck, if whatever it was pressed with all of their might he was pretty sure they could sever his spinal cord. By the time the last words came out of his mouth he could feel that the object had broken his skin enough for a small trickle of blood to start making its way down his uncovered back. As he lay there thinking his last words, thanking his parents for all they have done and saying a small prayer in case this was his last moment the pressure stopped. Simons assailant had removed the sharp object from the back of his neck.

"That voice...I've heard it before"

He was about to move but Simon could feel the figure getting a lot closer to his face, if it hadn't been night time Simon was positive that he could figure it out who it was if Simon had seen them before. He may have known the person but however anything in this forest could have heard his voice and been tracking him down, he did survive a giant forest fire and a trip down the waterfall so he might have caught the attention of the locals.

"Simon? Come with me"
TheDarkTemplar

The last vowel had barely left their mouth before they had taken off towards the mouth of the cave. It took Simon a few moments to recognize the voice of his assailant, was that ... was that Talan? "Talan, TALAN is that you!? Simon had to start raising his voice since by the sound of the footsteps Talan had already taken off out of the cave. TALAN! TALAN WAIT I DON'T HAVE MY GLASSES AND CAN'T SEE! Normally Simon wouldn't be that desperate to follow someone especially someone as ... well aggressive as Talan, but Simon was at a serious disadvantage without his glasses since he couldn't even make out the back of his stretched out hand properly. Simon grabbed the mask in one hand and tried to find the frog with the other. Thankfully he managed the grab the frog in a few seconds and he was able to try and follow Talan as best as he could in the dark. Luckily since he was without his glasses his hearing had perked up a little bit to compensate for his lack of vision and he was able to make out the sounds of footsteps, hopefully they were still Talans.
"I did fine before the car, I’ll do fine after it."
Julian

Calvin wasn't really one to be patient especially when he wanted to get back to his son, given that it has been four weeks so far he was ready to get home. Hopefully this guy will be able to get him there a little faster, sure he had a car that sounded like shit but he had the same sort of mentality that he did. He would make the best situation of the scenario that he is situated in. He was still skeptical but he was warming up to the idea of driving with him.

"Look man, I’ve got some food, a gun ... "
Julian

Nothing that left this mans mouth entered Calvins ears after he heard the word gun, during the past month he had not even once passed by a person with a gun or even one left behind by someone who became a zombie. As assured he was with his skills with his blade it would put his mind a little bit more at ease being in presence of a long range weapon. He wasn't even sure what kind of gun it was; handgun, shotgun or rifle however it truly didn't matter at this moment. He didn't even have to touch,hold or even use the gun just to be in the presence of one."I guess it wouldn't hurt to have company, I'll accept a drive as far as we are going that we have in common. I don't want to take you anywhere you don't want to be." Even though he assumed the driver had been driving the vehicle for a bit Calvin out of instinct checked the backseat to make sure it was safe. Calvin walked to the passenger side door tugging on the handle and it popped open with a horrible squeak. I don't imagine that this door is used often enough for it to be properly oiled. After Calvin sit in the front seat and buckled in he looked over to the driver and stuck out his hand offering a handshake "Hello, my name is Calvin. Nice to meet you."

@eskimolander
I would definitely be down if this was rebooted in the future. Just throwing it out there.
In Lantern 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Simon was having an amazing dream, he was eating a giant piece of pit roasted animal he couldn't really make out what kind it was but whatever it was tasted phenomenal. He had never eaten such amazing food in all of his life. While he was eating he felt a random sharp pain in the back of his neck, when he brought up his free hand to rub the back of his back there was nothing there. Just pain. When he was about to continue to eat he looked down to see what he had left and when he was bringing it to his mouth the piece of meat formed a mouth saying the following words; "Move and you die". What a weird thing for a piece of meat to say, well I guess anything it said would have been weird since cooked meat well ... shouldn't talk.

Simon woke up from his dream and since he had an amazing dream of succulent meat his stomach let out a loud, very audible growl. After he could take his mind off of his stomach he felt the same pain in the same spot of his neck. Since the pain was the same he feared that soon he would hear a voice calling out the same phrase that the meat spoke to him but nothing came. He strained his ears to see if he could hear a voice momentarily but instead he thought he heard what he thought was breathing however he couldn't be sure since he was drawing in breath also. Simon for a brief moment held his breath to see if he could hear any besides his own, and he could very slow controlled breathing right behind him. Simons heart started racing, he wasn't going to hear someone say repeat what the venison had said. The person behind him was the one that spoke it during his dream.

Simon decided that he didn't want to die in a unfamiliar cave lying on the ground, in the dark with no glasses on unable to see his predator. Given this cray forest who knows what could be behind him, it could be a miniature sized person with a rapier or a syringe. Anything was possible at the moment since he didn't hear the voice of his captor. He figured that he would obey the order and not move but speak instead. "Please don't kill me, I got lost after it became dark. I will leave your land upon first days light.
Calvin didn't really have time to play the mind games that the gentleman in the car was playing at, the longer that he just stood there the more chances something could happen to his son and sister. When he started joking around and pulled his vehicle forward slowly Calvin started to continue walking forward however he only managed to make it 5 steps before he stopped analyzing his situation. Given where the sky had been in the sky he figured that he would be able to make it 20 kilometers tops before he would have to stop and search to a viable car to bunker down in for the night or he could get in the car and possibly make it a couple of hundred kilometers different scenarios pending. They could only make it 100 feet before this car broke down given how it sounded.

Calvin was stuck between a rock and a hard place at the moment since he could make it closer to his final destination but the only thing that made him skeptical was the driver of the car. Why would someone be driving down the interstate, not only that but offering to turn the vehicle in the opposite direction when gas was such an extremely rare commodity. That was an excellent question and he figured that this would be the last test to determine whether or not he was even going to accept a ride.

Calvin turned to face the driver; "Why are you wasting the gas in your car fooling around, who knows the next time you will be able to find any" The conversation between Calvin and the stranger must have have been loud enough to warrant some unwanted attention. Right after those words left his lips Calvin would hear the low grunts and groans of a moving zombie breaking the tree line 50 feet away from where he stood. Calvin looked at the zombie and the zombie looked at Calvin. He looked at the remainder of the treeline near where the first one popped out to make sure there wasn't more than one. Calvin brought the machete parallel to his right ear then quite swiftly he took a small wind up and launched it at the zombies head. CRUNCH! The sound of breaking bones has never sounded so delightful, the hilt of the machete was right against the zombies forehead and the tip of its blade well extending out the back of its skull.

Thankfully he hit it right in the forehead because the only other weapon he had was a pen knife inside of his boot. After the zombie hit the ground not moving for a second Calvin walked over placing his boot on the zombies mouth and pulled the machete out of its head. After removing his machete from the zombie Calvin took a part of a white shirt from the front pouch of his backpack then cleaned off the weapon and sheathed it back on his waist. He walked back over to the zombie and placed the used t-shirt rag into the zombies mouth with the assistance of a nearby branch. This had become somewhat of a tradition to Calvin whenever he finished off a zombie, it was sort of to resemble them never eating again or something along those lines. Calvin had walked back over to the car that he had original tried to hide behind and sat on top of the hood looked at the idling car.

@eskimolander
In Lantern 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I softly poked not deathly impaled. Pay attention silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.
I am fine, but to be brutally honest quite annoyed with having to take part in the ritual of 'sleep' right meow. Wish i could be a vampire in terms of not having to sleep. While of course passing on the obsession for human blood, since I rather like people, however it is 3am so I should probably sleep. See you on the flip side.
So are we still going to do this RP or is it dead?
@shadowcatcher?
Yeah I'm in also @kagethekiller
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