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5 yrs ago
Current Apparently I have depression. Explains a lot
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9 yrs ago
You know that college feeling, when everything's gonna be due very soon... Max that... That's on my mind... And the rest of me... ohgodwhy
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9 yrs ago
I think I might be able to start RPing again with the right method to my madness... keyword "think."
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10 yrs ago
What's on my mind just so happens to be my skull... What about yours?
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Sorry guys, I was away over night, and for a while RPG wouldn't successfully start up, checking in and going to post now
Ariamis said
It's acceptable now.
By ninja-sickle, did you mean the The sheet is otherwise fine, I just want to be clear on that.


Yeah, sorry, usually I remember weapon names like that, but for some reason I couldn't think of it, so I simply said "sickle." Thanks for pointing that out, as I would have forgotten to fix it when I remembered XD
John laughed, jumping backwards as the fiery danger poured forth from the dragon's maw. Of course, as it coated the area with fire, his attempt to avoid the fire didn't work very well. Once again, however, the insanity coursing through him let him avoid stepping down just because of a couple burns. No matter how much pain he felt, John simply laughed at the idea of more blood pouring. It would have seemed like the fire hadn't injured him at all if not for John's beginning to limp because of the burns. "Heh... HAHAHAHAHAH! That won't make the red river stop running... It will never stop until everyone's dead!" He ran at the dragon, obviously slower due to the limp he couldn't control, and proceeded with more swings, centering most of his force in his torso where he hadn't been burned nearly as much, if any, compared to his legs.
YipeeXD said
Bachus clasped a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "mhm." He grunted. "I have no intention of fighting with the squads anymore." He paused for a moment, as people looked at him as though he were a coward. He opened his menu and equipped a bulky set of armour, purple in colour, spike from the shoulders. "I plan on tanking." He grinned as though he'd won an award or something. "Being a solo player surprisingly helps you increase specific levels much more quickly." He also equipped a massive two handed blade, as it appeared on his back. "My two handed and heavy armouring abilities have both increased dramatically." He paused before making sure Ryan was still listening. "Eh. I was looking at the front liner stats for players in the book of truth. It seems that statistically, me and you are the best tankers on the front lines, in terms of sheer power and damage absorbing anyway."


Ryan raised an eyebrow at Bacchus, "You plan on tanking? If you know for sure that's what you plan on doing, then just keep in mind... The same pain you felt so long ago can come back just as easily as it did the first time, maybe even easier now that you're labeling yourself a tank. You will probably feel the pressure that comes from knowing that if someone has to die, that you've made the promise that it'll be you instead of the others." He then raised a thumbs-up to him, "But you'll also know the joy of true friendship when your allies you've sworn to protect turn that promise around and save you almost as much as you expect to save them. Welcome to the frontlines... of the frontlines."
YipeeXD said
has anyone seen rusty? i'm waiting on him


Has anyone seen you? Oh wait... You're right here... But so was I... *shrug*
(sorry, it seems that your post somehow went unnoticed entirely by me until now)
Ryan nodded to Bachus, shaking his hand. "Welcome back to the frontlines." He turned, walking back to his allies, nodding to Faeron as he noticed that she had just arrived. "Sorry, I was busy saying something to Bachus. Remember, the guy from the first floor that basically disappeared after that first boss fight?" He glanced back at him, "The one who has absolutely no idea how to fight a boss anymore because it's been so long" he said with a smirk, hoping Bachus had heard it so that he might see that he was joking around, and overall basically willing to accept him as a friend.

Ryan jumped slightly at the sound of the supposed decision being made. He glanced over at the few leaders who seemed to be repeating themselves about the plan to ensure that they're all agreeing to it. "They fight so much that I'm not surprised they lose so many people... They can't trust each other to save their own lives, which is actually what's happening..." He sighed to himself before looking back to a few of his allies, "Are you guys ready for this? I'm counting on you guys to deal some serious damage out there so I don't need to guard you from too much."
Ryan simply ignored the armor-grabbing, as it was almost a useless thing to do in a place where so many would stop them from actually trying to kill each other. He stood there, stone-faced, listening to Bachus's explanation of what happened. All this time, Ryan hadn't actually gotten Bachus's side of it, and that was all he really wanted. He wanted to be sure Bachus hadn't let Karen die without trying to stop it, at least. When Bachus removed his hand, Ryan was about to speak, but suddenly someone else attempted to break up the fight.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at the woman. "I wasn't trying to start a fight, I was trying to get answers, that's it. He answered my question, and after the answer he gave, I trust him to help us stay alive." He looked to Bachus, tightening his grip on his axe, "Karen started working with this guy basically day one, and I can't say I didn't have my doubts about him... I still do... But I trust him enough to not let it happen again. I trust him to think of how others feel about their friends dying, their loved ones, their family... And I trust him to fight alongside me, in my party if the other party members agree and so does he." He looked to Bachus, "Because he feels the pain of loss, and it seems he wouldn't wish it on even his worst enemy."
Ryan had closed his eyes, standing there with his battleaxe pushed into the ground almost like he was using it as a cane. He didn't need to, of course, but he almost never sheathed his weapon unless he was somewhere like a tavern or a legitimate guild building where he knew no one would attack him if, for any reason they could. He listened to the two guilds fighting until he heard Raven speaking to him. He opened one eye, nodding to him, "Whatever makes them happy... All these plans they come up with for the entire group will only lead to people becoming relaxed and then dying... We've had a meeting about tactics basically every floor, and yet, still people die, and yet, we still have almost everyone from our original group... I'm curious why they haven't figured it out yet, and just started working with us..."

Ryan closed the eye for a moment, sighing to himself. The only thing he wanted was for everyone else to live, and as far as his party went, that was almost entirely true... "Almost..." He continued listening to the chatter before suddenly hearing someone say they agree. It seemed odd for a random person to say they agree, thus, he opened his eyes, looking to the source of the words. His eyes widened slightly, "I thought he died... I expected him to follow her at some point... Especially before now... Guess he didn't care as much for her as I thought..." He frowned before pulling his battleaxe up over his shoulder. He glanced to Raven, almost trying to apologize for what he was about to do, and then walked towards Bachus, looking more at the ground. "Last time you called the shots was one of the only times that someone that had joined my party had died... But you think that you can just walk back in here and have a say in all of this a year later?" He looked up, directly at Bachus, imagining the pain that Karen must have felt in her last moments, the pain that anyone who knew her must have had upon hearing about her death. "If you want to do something like that, you better have a damn good reason to think that you won't let that happen again. If you do, welcome back to the front lines... But if you don't... You'll wish you had died with Karen that day."
Undying Curiosity said
*Joints are too stiff from waiting, unable to dance with rusty* ...Help?


*pats him on the back, making him fall over* You'll be okay soon! Posting has resumed! *laughs again, not even noticing that he had knocked him over*
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