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Current i hear dies irae bells ringing in my ossicles every time i claw from the dirt and peer wistfully through the rpg tomb doors thinking, "one last job..." another bony finger of the monkey's paw curls up
3 yrs ago
i can't believe it's already christmas today
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4 yrs ago
*skeletal hand emerges from an unmarked grave* the drive thru forgot my side order
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4 yrs ago
Imagine having an opinion on rpg dot com
4 yrs ago
Let’s play a game where you try to sext me and I call the police
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Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. [Last Updated: April 3, 2022]


I'm 26 years old and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I work as an English and writing tutor at a local college.

I love literature and poetry, and I also enjoy writing, and I like to think I'm not half bad at it. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite characters have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.

I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I like telling their stories in the sheet sometimes even more than the roleplay itself, which depends on the roleplay itself of course. I want my readers to know how their background influences them as a person, how their personality bleeds into their appearance, and I love watching characters overcome their personal tragedies and finding their true selves as their identities shatter and reform like kintsugi. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy.

I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind - unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.




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Loved the post @Lasrever! The dynamic between the two is gonna be a load of fun.
What's going on everyone?
I wrote that on my phone, so I'm sorry if it felt a little lacking. I did what I could. :(
Perry Manfoosah
The Sewers

Perry nodded. Sterling was riding along the same track as she was. With their two skill sets, there wasn't much room to deviate between approaches. Perry had a couple of tricks up her sleeve yet, though.

"My semblance can catch them off guard, then we could follow up." Perry suggested. "Let's go."

The trek through the sewers were something nasty and revolting, a smell of decay and feces, keeping extra sure of her footing lest she were to slip and fall head first into whatever concoction the bowls of this city had wrought. Each brick they passed likely had whatever of the likely thousands species of mold that was being raised here, and Perry had half an expectation to find Grimm lurking around every corner - it seemed like an appropriate place or them. She put to rest any such fear, because if there were, Perry would be able to pick them out before they even knew what hit them. It's a funny thought; she regarded Grimm has the greatest threat to humanity, but here they are on this mission trying to put an end to the terrorists, where humanity sought to put an end unto itself. For what purpose may this be? To take away from the peace festivities? Either they were dealing with xenophobic extremist with way too much national pride, or a group more powerful, perhaps hoping to incite war and profit off of it.

The depravity of some folks knows no bounds. But trying to make sense of sick madness was an exercise in futility.

Noises skittered around the bleak sewer, whether it was noise from the surface, rats, droplets - it could be any number of things - but when a heavier sound slapped the sewer surface ahead, Perry froze and wordlessly sprung her hand behind her to stop Sterling. The huntress, fearing the presence of one of the terrorists, with only the pale moonlight filtering through the bars overhead to illuminate her face, lifted a finger to her lips as she slowly fell back into the darkness. They did not want to alert the enemy before they've even arrived.

The large mace looking contraption at her hip was unhitched, and Perry looked ahead with her mind's eye to detect the presence of anyone hostile - surely enough, there was one person lingering in the gloom and there was a smorgasbord of negativity, anger, and guilt to be found. Only one was too little for Perry to tire herself with a shade. Wordlessly, Perry signaled to Sterling to remain there before moving ahead as silently as a phantom. Her back against a wall now, she detected the presence just around the corner. Gripping the mace in hand, she swung around with it high over her head, fully prepared for it to come crushing down on their skull - until the glint of a shield froze her in her tracks. Blonde hair just as glowing, the bright red ribbon - that was about all she could see at the moment, but given the woman's poise to react to Perry's sudden attack, her face just lifted, and Perry was just barely able to see the look of surprise in their eyes.

Without a doubt, this stranger is another huntress. A fairly familiar one if she wasn't mistaken. Perry drew back, putting some distance between the two. It spoke volumes to Perry, how she came across about as close to a terrorist as Perry would have expected. Almost humorous, if severity of this situation didn't emphasize its danger. Quietly enough so that their position wouldn't be given away, but loud enough into the darkness for her voice to carry to her ally, Perry said, "It's alright, Sterling. They're just another huntress. You can lower your gun."

Perry once again hitched her weapon to her side and crossed her arms. Staring down at Mauve with an unimpressed look in her eyes. "Vigilante work? Kudos, but you know the MP already had all the Intel we need, right? They're also at our backs if something goes south, and they don't know you're here. Are you just trying to get in the way?"
I will squeeze something out today, fellas.
Perry Manfoosah
Dilapidated Tenement
Sterling's confidence was reassuring, and the colonel's reception to Perry's own word was just as. As far as she was concerned, as long as everyone kept a level head, this mission should go off without a hitch. With only two huntresses, it wold be in their best interest to pursue this as a stealth op. On the other hand, time was of the essence. They shouldn't prematurely alert the enemy, nor should they meander through these tunnels. The bomb was on a time limit as far as they knew, and they had to dispatch it. The bomb, undoubtedly guarded, needed disarmed. There was no doing that unnoticed. Sterling's specialty was with her sniper rifle. Accurate, powerful – slow.

The more anxiously she thought about their procedure, the more options there seemed available. She could try to disarm it first thing, but could Sterling give her enough cover with her rifle? She could fight first, disarm later, but would that risk the bomb's detonation? Or should she take Sterling out of her comfort zone and arm her with Perry's own weapon? The turret? Unless she could figure something out on the fly in the middle of the inevitably firefight, those seemed to be her choices as far as she could see.

'I suppose we'll work this out on our way in. I'll ask what Sterling thinks.'

Though, the more Perry thought of it, maybe she could do something to rig the turret up to make it do what she needs it to. But those plans were for later. The colonel informed them of the rules of engagement this mission - no mercy, no holding back; it complimented these two huntresses well - and asked for anything else before their mission. Perry's mind, while naturally on the run with a multitude of questions, remained silent. None of them were imperative to know for this mission. They only fed her anxiety.

“Tons, but they're not about the mission.” Perry joked nervously. “The green light is all I needed, Colonel.”

Perry stepped into the sewer pipe with her boot sinking slightly into the nauseous sludge. The rancid fecal smell was burning her nose, but attempted to ignore it, trying instead to keep all of her thoughts in order to focus on their goal. She looked behind her at Sterling expectantly, waiting for her to follow after. Perry heard some good things about the huntress. Naturally, she would have to, else-wise she wouldn't have graduated. Still, not many people were a reliable shot. The fact that she's centered a fighting style around sharpshooting and graduated speaks volumes of her skill. She tightened the left side of her robe around her waist and raised a curious eyebrow in Sterling's direction as she slowly paced ahead.

“I've got a couple ideas, but in the end I've got to be the one to disarm the bomb. How do you want to handle this?”
I'll be honest, I've been posting tentatively even when there was activity. Because although I was excited, I didn't feel very welcomed. For the sake of the story, I might continue, but I don't feel very compelled to do so.
The only mistake you made was showing your face around here.

Fuck, sorry folks: my post will be delayed until tomorrow. I am busy AF, and classes start tomorrow. I gotta get a good measure of sleep. Please forgive me <3


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