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Current 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!

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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)

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A swift stomp to the face would shut Key up for good.

"She said he," Avenue said. He stomped again. The way her teeth broke was oddly hypnotic, caving in like so many little pebbles. Were the pebbles to be covered in blood and being eaten. Or like oysters being broken open to find the slimy treasures inside: and that wasn't at all an inappropriate way to describe Key's face. Slimy. Blood and Mucus mingled with the sweat. Nothing had pooled yet, but there was no way it wouldn't.

Snap

"Oh that must- that must've been something,

That it was.

He had his suspicions, even after he had contacted Hope. She had never been... whatever that was... before. And now with Key declaring that 'he' had arrived, clearly contrasting Hope's femininity.

Crunch

Her skull went, and Avenue nearly tripped. Almost gingerly, he lifts his foot out, and calls out "Medic. Patch her skull- her skull up and carry her to Steelbird. The rest of you. Follow me, stay cl- stay close." He didn't know why he had decided to move, but he had. Maybe it had something to do with the Hope impersonator.

Regardless of reasoning, he marched. Like loyal dogs, his cult followed. Several medics carried Key's corpse on a small platform. They very well couldn't leave her behind, there were plans for her.
Hey guys. A few things today!

I really love how everyone is marking who they're interacting with at the top of their posts, that's really great! Good on youse.

Less good news. @Sputnik is out. No contact since the RP started is plenty reason enough, I think.
Eurysthenes fiddled with the little puzzle for a moment before it simply fell apart in its grip, having been solved. This One looked down at the jagged coastline, considering the bleakness. The relative normalcy. This One did not like bleakness, and so something would have to be done. Something interesting, and contrary to what one might expect of a beach.

After a moment of contemplation interrupted only by the grinding of gears, it had arrived at a decision. Eurysthenes shifted its body to seven long, spindly legs which held it suspended above the ground, and crossed to the shore in seven long strides. Upon arrival, the shoreline quivered like a lower lip, slowly rising to meet the sky, but giving up before it got any real start. It rose at an angle the whole way around, the highest point of this wall on the shore, the lowest meeting the upward slope of Swahhitte.

Within this colossal cliff were gouged tunnels of no design or purpose but to confuse, entrances on the outside aplenty, though only four exits. Some areas high enough to accommodate the likes of gods, others small enough that even the shortest beings would have to crouch.
The darkness within each tunnel was so complete that one could see the walls closing in. Tunnels that muddled minds like understanding didn't.

Considering the imposing nature of the outside, Eurysthenes decided that it would make the cliffs a little more appealing. A lovely lure to grace each entrance: harbours, desires, flesh, knowledge. No need was left unaccounted for in this true lure. Of course, none of this was real. It was merely an illusion that would last long enough to get the foolish lost.

And with that, it was complete, though it lacked a certain touch. An underground maze of tunnels that lured people to their inevitable death was good, but it didn't pop.

This One sighed, it's nonexistent breath misting. Inspiration! Opening its chest, the Mad Ice was revealed. A thick fog hurtled from it, coating the ground with a gaggle. Eurysthenes divided it into sections; hundreds of sections. Each was gifted a soul and a purpose. This purpose was simple. Spread within the maze, and madden those which enter. The fog swooshed into the four exits, never to return.

Next, This One allowed some water into the tunnels, to refresh travelers. This water was filled with invisible parasites which applied torsion to the mind.

Little lights who plounced about, going out whenever they were perceived directly.

Mouths with legs that scattle about, licking on mineral deposits.

Smudges of flesh that coat themselves in acid before hurling themselves at other life forms.

All in all, this would be a hell hole. Eurysthenes sat in a joyous contemplation of what would happen to those who would be foolish enough to lose themselves in such a place. It chortled, daintily covering its mouth with the back of its hand.




”Poor freshman,” Augie said with a grin, after deciding to jump on the teasing bandwagon. Ara was cool, but she was too easy to stir up were Augie's thoughts.
Speaking of his thoughts on people here: Isaac had just been doing something that Augie would have judged as beyond his capabilites if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. He was happy for him. He gave the pair a wink just before Deus asked if he had the Stevie Wonder song on the playlist.
”It is now!” he said, whipping his phone out and swiftly adding the song. He and Deus didn't have much in common musically, so he was quick to add anything they could both jam to. ”Oh and if you guys have suggestions, just let me know. It'll go on there,”

Next, Rob showed up. Augie could tell something was wrong. He couldn't tell what, but it was there. ”Oi, I put this on. If you got something to put on, tell me- nothing too heavy,” he winked, concealing his worry for a moment before turning them both away long enough to say ”Rob, if you need to chat at some point, just tell me you need to throw up or something, alright?”
Out of context, this sentence may have seemed strange, but Augie’s face said it all.
Here comes the night
Roll on you careless evening
When we unite
Not a force concurs
Not hell nor heaven
So let it come, let it rain
Let it burn though you and me again
In the slums without name
And it isn't only poverty to blame
Here comes your man
Rolling down the street the callous field
He puts it in your hand
And all the world is but a whilst and a milkshake
Augie March, Here Comes The Night
Parvus was seemingly unperturbed by the sudden presence of the enigmatic god, and simply responded, ”I do not mean to be rude in ignoring your question, however if I answer your riddle incorrectly, you may see me as less capable. However, if I answer your answer your riddle correctly, it would reveal I am more capable. I believe you should understand the importance of obscuring information.”

Eurysthenes looked at this other god. He seemed like he was trying to talk his way out of the riddle. ”Answer as you may, you'd be no different than the others of your ilk,” This One said, appearing to shrug.

If he was looking for a reaction, he did not get one. Parvus calmly replied, ”Why should I answer your riddle.”, intentionally leaving the nature of the question vague.

This One raised an eyebrow. ”Never did I say that one must answer my riddles, merely that I will laugh at those who don't,” it said, following up with a quick ”Ha ha,” while pointing at Parvus.

Parvus still seemed unphased by this reaction, ”I did not ask why I must answer your riddles. I ask why I should. However, it seems as though you explained the consequences of such inaction anyways. If all you can muster is a childish jeer, then I do not believe that provides sufficient cause.” he said as he plucked a mushroom from the mossy floor and begin to fiddle with.

This One sighed, taking a seat up the slope from Parvus. ”Parvus, the answer to the riddle of why I ask you riddles is simply because it amuses me to see the likes of you struggle to find the answer. I am not one who cares very much whether they get answered,” it said, calmly. It lay down on the ground, and spread out. With a whistle, a small pillar, no larger than a finger, crumbles out of the ground. Atop it sits a miniscule knot made of stone. ”Take it,” This One said, ”A wonderful artefact of great power. For centuries it has lain in stone. Take it, Parvus, and be entertained.”

Parvus stood up, and took a few steps away. Without turning back to face the strange one, he stated matter of factly,”I am sorry, I have no interest in such a thing. If you excuse me, I have tarried here for to long.” he said, holding the mushroom in one hand, and grabbing his stinger with the other.

Eurysthenes shrugged and picked up the knot, fiddling with it. ”If you must. Luck to you, and enjoy your time,” it says, waving at Parvus with one of its arms.




The sheer rock plains of Swahhitte soared and dipped, forming colossal creases and crevasses. This One considered what it might do to create beauty in this barren waste. It could raise lakes, create a maze, introduce minerals… the possibilities were endless, though with a decisive finality it decided on plant life. A “forest” that would cover nearly a quarter of Swahhitte in a rough circle centered on the staircase.

It touched the rough ground tenderly, feeling the surge of power that seemed to come from being here. With an infinitely expanding mind, it threw itself off a cliff, into a pool of ripe ideas. As it plunged into its own head, the ground shattered as a thick fur spiraled out of the rock which was really a million million small strands of vicious muscle, twisting and grabbing at loose rocks to dissolve them. Who knows what it would do to other things…
Next shot up clear pylons of cord that stole the light cast upon them by Aelius’ sphere and twisted it into every colour imaginable, even the ones that can't be pictured in the mind. A low hum could be seen rippling through the meadows of muscle as these cords step out of the ground. At the top of each of the cords was a strange fraying that pooled and warped vision around them, so one could never quite focus on the top of the cord. At least, not with sight.

This One tiredly smiled. The swathe of rope was truly the beauty this land needed, though raising half a continent and populating the peak of it with hospitable conditions was… exhausting. It lay on the muscles, which graciously formed a pillow for it. Eurysthenes laid for a long time before the presence of another caused it to stir. Not hurriedly, it writhed and creaked itself upright. For whatever reason, after the rest, everything took a minor pallor. The colours seemed to be flat, and those looking on could swear they saw the cords were drooping, though this was indeed impossible.

This One regarded it's creation with the cold stare of the black bird sank to the bottom of an icy pool. In no small feat of strength, it tears a cord from the ground, the underground netting puking the ground within it all over the muscle. Eurysthenes peeled the cord apart and condensed it, allowing it to become the foul charge of rooted chance. This One reached into its sickening body for the Mad Ice and gathered the fog that'd just as soon kill you as smile. With an unclean and surprisingly straightforward meld, it caused the two to become one. This was promptly named Pûił.

The wildly nauseating new mineral sank in the vision of those who glimpsed it, sweeping perception around it like a cloak, morphing it into images of loss and worthlessness and horror. This One decided for whatever mad reason that Galbar needed more of this plastic substance, so it replicated the feeling and spread it throughout the underground of Swahhitte to be found and utilised later.

Eurysthenes walked off, unsatisfied but eerily happy. Someone had found Swahhite, and it was about time they saw a welcoming face. It didn't take long to see who it was. This One watched the Parvus creature for a while, just sitting there among the creation atop the creation within creation. With no sound, Eurysthenes approached, leaning over to whisper in the ear a riddle.
”What is unconditionally offered upon each arrival, conditionally removed, and can be worn?”




"I'd love to come back to your place to watch you get changed, Rob," he glances at Alice for a split second, "...but I kinda wanna get some actual music playing. I've heard from reliable sources that they have a Bluetooth system that I can hijack if I get there early enough," Augie said. Crossing his arms and putting his hands in his armpits to keep them warm, he took up the rear of the line of those who were heading straight to the dance.

On the way, he lost himself in thought about what music he'd be playing. At the time of walking through the door, he had a pretty solid list consisting of some 90s bangers that everyone would know, and some newer tunes that would get people feeling good about the night. Some thematic winer-y songs, too. Towards the end of the list he put slower, more lyrical songs that might suit the mood when the dance was dying.

It was considerably warmer inside, so he decided he would ditch the coat. Under it he was wearing a button up shirt over the top of a long sleeve shirt. It was fairly casual wear, or, if you asked him, it was "warm and not over-dressed".

First port of order: connecting to the speaker system. Every second he wasted was another gamble against the chance of shitty music for the night. A few slips of the finger here and there would see him visibly tense up. The silence seemed full of fear, right up until the fateful moment the speakers confirmed they were connected. "Awww yeah! Time for tunes, guys. Well not yet, when more people get here. So they don't know it was me and all. Ara, if you wanted the decorations to be good, you shoulda volunteered. Take matters into your own hands. You coulda done way better here, too," he said. She had been having a rough time recently, so he decided to not completely tear her a new one for complaining about something that was wholly in her power to fix.

While waiting for the others to finish checking their coats in, he perused everybody's outfits, of which all of them had more effort put in than his own. They were all a bit getup-y, though he did like the apparent carelessness of the glitter on Alice's dress.
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