Snake Face

Here's some spam-Fuck the world 🌏🔫

adios faggoto

@gorgenmast

Thanks.
That helps.

And no I'm not a troll.
I'm a depressed, bipolar, abused person that no one cares about.

Why?
I'll never no.

I'm nice, I'm normal, but no one wants anything to do with me.

Here's some spam-Fuck the world 🌏🔫

I don't give a fuck where the world moves, I'll be sitting right here.

You know where to find me. I never move nor change. Take me or leave me, is up to you.

@ArenaSnow

GTFO and quit spamming my breakdown spam

Here's some spam-Fuck the world 🌏🔫

Like seriously it has been proven by me myself and I everyday that only select people in this world will ever be loved and have friends and people close to them.
Then you got motherfuckas like me who can't even get mystery people in the internet to like him and be his friend, or at least an acquaintance.

What the hell is wrong with me????????????
I try so hard and try to be every kind of person imaginable and try to make everybody happy and smile and people instead just piss all over me and laugh at my misery.

I'm suck of the bullshit and I'm sick of the world and every single fucking person in it.
Call it a meltdown call it spamming call it raging call it WTF Ever, but I'm at my breaking point with all the shit that's happened to me today alone and I'm through with everybody and everything
I hope erbody but me rots in hell💀💀💀💀🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Here's some spam-Fuck the world 🌏🔫

It's always been me vs. this horrid world and everyone on it, so fuck the while world because I don't even care anymore.
I'm struggling to afford college, I don't have a job, no car, I'm barely making my rent, my family has abandoned my ass and verbally abuses me every chance they get, I don't have any friends, no girlfriend anymore, everyone's turning their backs on me, even on here or anywhere on the online community I'm shunned, nobody likes or cares about my ass, no one wants anything to do with me.I ain't get shit!

Shoutout to the cheeky bastard in chat who told me to get off my meds and off myself, this ones for you you Aussie bastard.

If you think I'm playing just wait and see if my ass gets on here anymore after tomorrow.I won't because it'll be because I can't.

😶🔫

Closed/No Longer Open

I'd be interested in the treasure hunter RP, what gender will you be playing?

@Dynamo Frokane

PM me chum.

Closed/No Longer Open

Hello and welcome, I am Snake Face, but you may call me Snake or Venom, or Snake Face if you like!

I am up and eager for a new 1x1 RP, although just be be clear, here lately I have been craving a few categories/genres, which are listed below.
So basically the list below is a list of RP categories I am totally up for building and partaking end to the length.

LIST:
-Government Conspiracy(Inspired by Metal Gear Solid and Hitman)
-Star Wars~Bounty Hunter, Smuggler, or Pirate(Rise Of the Empire Era)
-Treasure Hunter/Adventurer (i.e. Laura Croft, Indiana Jones, that genre, but totally original)
-Secret Agent/Spy RP
-Assassins Creed~Wild West Themed
-Original Super Hero RP
-Wild West RP

MY STYLE OF RP'ing
Although I'm more of an advanced writer, I can also do upper casual, although I refuse to free-write, my rule is no less than a paragraph per post.

POSTING FREQUENCY
On a totally uneventful RL day I can get up to 15-20 posts at max.
I'm usually on and off frequently throughout the day, although I am a college student and some days I might not get on until 6 PM eastern time, but usually I'm on everyday at the very least once or twice.
I'm also very understanding so if you can't get on for a few days or are struggling to get up a post just let me know and I'll wait patiently. :D

For more information/guidelines and expectations post/comment below or PM me.

I await eagerly!

Knights and Nobles~Tales Of Heroes (Open)

MONTGOMERY, WALES
LATE IN THE EVENING

It was a sound that struck every ear in the city, even those of they who were already in their beds and asleep.
The loud and shrill clanging of the mighty bell in the cities' Abbey.
It wasn't sounding off like it usually was however, in a slow and timely pace like when it was time for congregation for example.
No, now it was clanging and banging in a rapid fashion rather than the more serene dong sound that it was so custom to making.

The bell was accompanied by a grand chorus of frantic and scattered shouting voices, along with the sounds of galloping horses, slamming and banging doors and hatches, and the low rumbling of hundreds, if not thousands, of running feet.

Those that slept were rushing to their doors and windows to see what was the cause of this grand calamity, most adorned only in their sleeping gowns or under garments.

The Welsh soldiers and the night watch were scrambling around through the streets in a frenzy, on foot and horseback alike, and hustling up the walls and crowding along the cities' walls.
Torches and lanterns were lighting up across the city em masse.

The captain of the cities' guard and the local garrison alike, was a short stocky man named Wyndel Laynthe.
He stood even now on the wall alongside his fellow soldiers and the local guards and militia, gazing out towards the east.
He was fully dressed in his half-plate armor with a chain-mail tunic to add to efficiency, and in his hands he gripped his trusty short sword and his wooden shield.
His helmet visor was up, revealing a pudgy face with a scraggly reddish brown beard to accommodate it.

"Lord Above, deliver us."He said aloud in a staunch voice, speaking the thoughts and prayers of his own mind and heart as well as those around him, for they all were staring out at what could only be several thousand English soldiers, a massive army that stood several hundred yards from the main gate, all of them illuminated by the moonlight and the torches they carried.

The English were lined up in a massive column that was nearly as long as the eastern wall of the city, unmoving, stationary, all of them gazing at the massive Welsh city that would soon be their own, it and all the wealth, food, and maidens within.

Sir Rodney sat on his horse out at the front of the column, his visor down over his face, armor glistening in the moonlight in an ominous manor.
He kept his men at bay, as they had just arrived.
If the Welsh planned to sally forth and fight them, they would be ready to defend and follow up with a counter.
If the Welsh did nothing, they would make camp tonight, and attack at sunrise.

On the walls, the Welsh did nought but state and ready their weapons.
Captain Laynthe ordering everyone to hold steady and await to see if the English would make their move.
Yet so far they did nothing, the massive army remained in place, frozen in a defensive deadlock.
Both sides waiting for the other to move first.

High Hell~Dark City

Pointless Bump.

High Hell~Dark City

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High Hell~Dark City

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