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"Being a pessimist is great! I'm always right or pleasantly surprised."
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9 yrs ago
So, do you think I can stop messing up everything I touch universe? *crashing noises* I thought not.
9 yrs ago
Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven was a well known six offender.
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9 yrs ago
I didn't choose the thug life. The thug life didn't choose me either. I'm fine with this arrangement.
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Hey there...um i'm bad at this so...ima do this like a character sheet^^
Name: Roecoon but you may call me Roe Gender: Female Age: 20 Occupation: Housewife Relationship status: Taken Likes: turtles, food, anime and animation in general, Romance and horror, fantasy/adventure books, falling asleep to music, Harvest moon games and dating sims, being right lol, drawing, writing poetry.
Dislikes: Repetitive noises, When video and audio don't match up, When writers use "the audience is young" as an excuse for bad writing, When I lose something i literally just had in my hand, When one ear bud dies out on you, Writer's block, stealing food,
Hue until now had just been observing in the back. She was actually pretty amused about the whole thing. I mean me, being super tiny and having no motivation...slaying monsters. That's great. Hue also found the name "Thunder Dome!" hilarious. She kept giggling quietly in the back. She liked John. He seemed pretty laid back. She wasn't quite sure how she'd work with this group. In her opinion, people need to chill out. Sure it would probably be a task, but hey, they said they wouldn't let them die. And that was good enough for Hue. In her normally dead-pan voicee she said "Sounds just nifty broham." @Snarfulblast
Kameyo inched her way behind the people at the fountain, mostly trying to avoid eye contact. She figured, if she couldn't actually talk to anyone during the ball, she could at least live up to the cliche. The socially awkward person stands next to the snacks cliche. Fifteen minutes wasn't a very long time to choose someone, but hey at least there was chocolate. Everyone was pretty flamboyantly dressed, especially pyro-guy. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't place it. She skewered a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. At least there is chocolate.
Name: Madeline Keene aka Mad Appearance: (sorry, will get a better picture up when I can, stupid scanner is busted.) Age: 21 Race: Arachne (Spider Lady) Personality: Flirty, Intelligent, Incredibly difficult to intimidate. She can make a joke of just about anything, whether she should or not is an entirely different situation. Mad loves puns and food more than anything. She isn't very secretive and is a fairly open person.
Additional information: She runs an attire shop and is a collector of odd bobbles. Mad is always up for a trade, finding money useful but also incredibly boring. The majority of the lower half of her body is mechanical. Nothing traumatic though. exoskeletons are just unreliable and when something breaks she just replaces it, but all of her organs and whatnot are still present.
Kameyo moved slowly down the stairs and held the railing. She had never been in a dress this large before and was determined not to embarrass herself. She was glad they had to wear masks so she didn't have to bother with makeup. Kame had put her hair up in a simple loose bun and didn't wear any accessories. She was a big believer in "less is more." and the dress itself was more than enough.
@Dark Light Madeline found her way into the Nameless Tavern, shifting her legs through the door, to see a small group of people around feisty sandwich thief. Among them were some familiar faces. She listened to their introductions. "Hey there fellow adventurers. I am Madeline Keene, but most just call me Mad. I suppose I would be eye candy and the comic relief." She also presented a bag of coin and tossed it over to him.
Name: Madeline Keene aka Mad Appearance: (sorry, will get a better picture up when I can, stupid scanner is busted.) Age: 21 Race: Arachne (Spider Lady) Personality: Flirty, Intelligent, Incredibly difficult to intimidate. She can make a joke of just about anything, whether she should or not is an entirely different situation. Mad loves puns and food more than anything. She isn't very secretive and is a fairly open person.
Additional information: She runs an attire shop and is a collector of odd bobbles. Mad is always up for a trade, finding money useful but also incredibly boring. The majority of the lower half of her body is mechanical. Nothing traumatic though. exoskeletons are just unreliable and when something breaks she just replaces it, but all of her organs and whatnot are still present.
Hey there...um i'm bad at this so...ima do this like a character sheet^^
Name: Roecoon but you may call me Roe
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: Housewife
Relationship status: Taken
Likes: turtles, food, anime and animation in general, Romance and horror, fantasy/adventure books, falling asleep to music, Harvest moon games and dating sims, being right lol, drawing, writing poetry.
Dislikes: Repetitive noises, When video and audio don't match up, When writers use "the audience is young" as an excuse for bad writing, When I lose something i literally just had in my hand, When one ear bud dies out on you, Writer's block, stealing food,
Theme:
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