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It's very not gay
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You couldn't even imagine it...
5 yrs ago
Why does saying "I love you" have to have so many romantic connotations? There are so many people I love in a way seperate from anything romantic. <3
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5 yrs ago
I'm fucking back with a fucking vengeance, I just wish I had some wine
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5 yrs ago
Bourbon and tea is a good idea
6 yrs ago
He's made of bones, he's made of blood, he's made of flesh, he's made of love. He's made of you, he's made of me. UNITY!
Bio
A thing that will die after eating rat poison
But really, a guy that likes to RP. Not too keen on sharing personal info in my bio, but after I get to know you, I may open up a bit more in regards to certain things.
I have been roleplaying for most of my life, but forum RP is newer to me than tabletop. I wanted something to do to kill time without putting wayyyy too many hours into Dark Souls 3.
I love music, historical fencing and re enactment, making shit, and just being cool with people. Talk any of these things with me, and you'll be cool with me. I have very strong thoughts on sandwiches. Ask if you dare.
Here's a list of cool people from this site that are just cool people that I enjoy talking with, and a quote from each of them. In no particular order, here they are:
@Goldeagle1221
"What the shit?"
@TheGrundlesnart
"Don't quote me."
@MissCapnCrunch
"Rodent is a little shit, I want to beat him up but in the most loving way"
@Rultaos
"If you're feeling unimportant, always remember that every protagonist was an NPC before their most important story began"
@iTem
"haha yeah"
@Sirkaithethird
"I'm just running an aux through my amp, Playing Van Halen at 05:50"
And that's that. There's not much else I feel like saying. Here's a list of bands I like (to be made soon)
But really, a guy that likes to RP. Not too keen on sharing personal info in my bio, but after I get to know you, I may open up a bit more in regards to certain things.
I have been roleplaying for most of my life, but forum RP is newer to me than tabletop. I wanted something to do to kill time without putting wayyyy too many hours into Dark Souls 3.
I love music, historical fencing and re enactment, making shit, and just being cool with people. Talk any of these things with me, and you'll be cool with me. I have very strong thoughts on sandwiches. Ask if you dare.
Here's a list of cool people from this site that are just cool people that I enjoy talking with, and a quote from each of them. In no particular order, here they are:
@Goldeagle1221
"What the shit?"
@TheGrundlesnart
"Don't quote me."
@MissCapnCrunch
"Rodent is a little shit, I want to beat him up but in the most loving way"
@Rultaos
"If you're feeling unimportant, always remember that every protagonist was an NPC before their most important story began"
@iTem
"haha yeah"
@Sirkaithethird
"I'm just running an aux through my amp, Playing Van Halen at 05:50"
And that's that. There's not much else I feel like saying. Here's a list of bands I like (to be made soon)
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@Dutchess Sarah
Thank you for letting us know this, and I hope everything goes well for you and your husband
Thank you for letting us know this, and I hope everything goes well for you and your husband
The IC is up! Feel free to start with the posting, my people!
Two things to note:
1) Stuff always happens behind the scenes if you don't take action
2) Those who wish to join may do so until notified otherwise here in the IC
Two things to note:
1) Stuff always happens behind the scenes if you don't take action
2) Those who wish to join may do so until notified otherwise here in the IC
●End of week one
●Saturday, 6:00 PM
●Your Dorm Floor
●All of you
Snacks and booze and bowls, tables and pillows and mattresses. The whole day has been organising and setting up this impromptu party, which is already looking better than most of your work this week. It spans the whole dorm floor, dipping into individual dorms via the hallway. None of you know exactly who had the idea, but what's most likely is one of you heard about the party 2 floors up that everyone was raving about and thought that you could do one better. Now it's looking obvious that your party is not going to be as big, but it'll be cozier and have more weed so who cares.
Each of you chipped in what you could. Some of you persuaded the faculty to turn a blind eye, some paid for drinks and snacks, some acquired the rarer things, and still others did the actual supermarket and booze runs. All in all, it was a group project that you can all be very proud of while you get shitfaced.
It seemed that around this time was when everyone was deciding that the party would kick off: drinks were being drunk, people were chatting, and the music had been put on. It was a good night in the making. We have plans for you
●Saturday, 6:00 PM
●Your Dorm Floor
●All of you
Snacks and booze and bowls, tables and pillows and mattresses. The whole day has been organising and setting up this impromptu party, which is already looking better than most of your work this week. It spans the whole dorm floor, dipping into individual dorms via the hallway. None of you know exactly who had the idea, but what's most likely is one of you heard about the party 2 floors up that everyone was raving about and thought that you could do one better. Now it's looking obvious that your party is not going to be as big, but it'll be cozier and have more weed so who cares.
Each of you chipped in what you could. Some of you persuaded the faculty to turn a blind eye, some paid for drinks and snacks, some acquired the rarer things, and still others did the actual supermarket and booze runs. All in all, it was a group project that you can all be very proud of while you get shitfaced.
It seemed that around this time was when everyone was deciding that the party would kick off: drinks were being drunk, people were chatting, and the music had been put on. It was a good night in the making. We have plans for you
"That was a shitty play," said August, looking hard at the players, "... right?" He didn't really know the rules of any sport at all, and despite this, he could tell from a mile away that they were losing badly. Fortunately for him, he wasn't really invested in the game, but he was enjoying the company.
"Hey Deus, at least you can take satisfaction from the fact that they suck ass without you," Augie said, leaning across Bernie. "They're gonna miss you."
He hated everything about this website, everything it had done, and everything it was going to do. The miserable lowlife on the other side of that disgusting page was going to suffer a fate. He hadn't decided what yet, but it probably involved Rob, who had just been invited for a dance. "Do you guys need a room?" he said, winking at Rob, who was seated to his right.
The tips of Augie's fingers began to feel numb. For some reason, the cold was starting to get to him more than it was before. He reprimanded himself for not bringing gloves while burying his hands in pockets full of old receipts and lint. The big black coat he was wearing did a marvelous job at keeping his body warm, and his boots provided more than enough heat for his feet, so it was really only his hands that suffered, but oh boy did they suffer. "Guys, I think we all know how this is gonna go. Who wants to ditch it and do something?"
"Hey Deus, at least you can take satisfaction from the fact that they suck ass without you," Augie said, leaning across Bernie. "They're gonna miss you."
He hated everything about this website, everything it had done, and everything it was going to do. The miserable lowlife on the other side of that disgusting page was going to suffer a fate. He hadn't decided what yet, but it probably involved Rob, who had just been invited for a dance. "Do you guys need a room?" he said, winking at Rob, who was seated to his right.
The tips of Augie's fingers began to feel numb. For some reason, the cold was starting to get to him more than it was before. He reprimanded himself for not bringing gloves while burying his hands in pockets full of old receipts and lint. The big black coat he was wearing did a marvelous job at keeping his body warm, and his boots provided more than enough heat for his feet, so it was really only his hands that suffered, but oh boy did they suffer. "Guys, I think we all know how this is gonna go. Who wants to ditch it and do something?"
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Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Of course- of course, this shall be done," Avenue said, suddenly unsure about whether or not Key was truly speaking to Hope, or to something else... Hope had previously never asked for a death sacrifice. The only ones who had died had been the ones who weren't strong enough to endure.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. His followers were patched up, Key wandered around looking stunned and happy, and food was eaten. After the final meal of the day, when Avenue had retreated into his quarters in the back of the chapel, where nobody could see or hear, he was sat upon the floor holding a knife, bleeding from a slash across his chest. The blood ran in rivulets into the small steel bowl called The Hope Chalice, and he banged the edge of it in a slow, repeating rhythm. Every tap saw him breathe in, every other saw him breathe out. He opened his brain to see Hope, and ask her what is true.
Avenue falls, but the wind is silent. There are no whispers until he has been falling for several minutes.
"An Avenue to show the path"
"A Key to unlock a door."
Avenue sees the ritual as Key describes it. He sees himself and Key upon the center altar in a rutting act of depravity, their skin melting together as if to form one writhing , screaming being. The altar cracks under the beast, and many black tendrils of plastic and metal and dust and silicone and wood and paper and glass and steel and...
They bind the creature, and a great needle of white light impales it.
Hope enters the world, resplendant and beautiful... until her face splits from her head with a sickening wet crack, and begins to slide off her cranium like a thick film. But Avenue cannot see what lies beneath.
Avenue hits the ground, landing upon a floor of meat. A being stands with him, looking as if made from many strands of black tape bound together.
"This is you," Hope whispers, "the beautiful fate of my children...
He picked himself up off of the floor and twisted his head. This ritual would take a long while to complete, and the unbelievers would be difficult to gather. Steelbird Landing is not a very lenient place.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. His followers were patched up, Key wandered around looking stunned and happy, and food was eaten. After the final meal of the day, when Avenue had retreated into his quarters in the back of the chapel, where nobody could see or hear, he was sat upon the floor holding a knife, bleeding from a slash across his chest. The blood ran in rivulets into the small steel bowl called The Hope Chalice, and he banged the edge of it in a slow, repeating rhythm. Every tap saw him breathe in, every other saw him breathe out. He opened his brain to see Hope, and ask her what is true.
Avenue falls, but the wind is silent. There are no whispers until he has been falling for several minutes.
"An Avenue to show the path"
"A Key to unlock a door."
Avenue sees the ritual as Key describes it. He sees himself and Key upon the center altar in a rutting act of depravity, their skin melting together as if to form one writhing , screaming being. The altar cracks under the beast, and many black tendrils of plastic and metal and dust and silicone and wood and paper and glass and steel and...
They bind the creature, and a great needle of white light impales it.
Hope enters the world, resplendant and beautiful... until her face splits from her head with a sickening wet crack, and begins to slide off her cranium like a thick film. But Avenue cannot see what lies beneath.
Avenue hits the ground, landing upon a floor of meat. A being stands with him, looking as if made from many strands of black tape bound together.
"This is you," Hope whispers, "the beautiful fate of my children...
He picked himself up off of the floor and twisted his head. This ritual would take a long while to complete, and the unbelievers would be difficult to gather. Steelbird Landing is not a very lenient place.
Yeah, this is your place, don't worry. Hopefully you have fun in your doubtlessly long stay with us!
Alright, quick PSA to my lovely players...
I've developed what I suspect is a RSI, so the opening post for the in character tab may take slightly longer than it would otherwise. That being said, it ain't far off!
Also reminding any browser that may be scrolling past that we have an opening :)
I've developed what I suspect is a RSI, so the opening post for the in character tab may take slightly longer than it would otherwise. That being said, it ain't far off!
Also reminding any browser that may be scrolling past that we have an opening :)
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