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    1. TheMusketMan 10 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background.
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7 yrs ago
Back on RPG for the first time in like, two years.
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9 yrs ago
Listening to some Aerosmith
9 yrs ago
Working on a new rp.
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9 yrs ago
Sick as all hell, freaking sinuses.

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Accepted. You're the last one, RP is closed to any more applicants.
As Zelda entered the cafeteria, she gave a faint wave to Lena and made a B-line for the coffee machine. Several minutes later, she felt refreshed and raring to go. Coffee really could do wonders. She properly greeted everyone, eyeing up Preacher for a couple minutes before even saying anything to him. She wasn't the kind to get nervous, about anything really, especially a guy. But there was something about him...

Get a hold of yourself dammit, you're not in middle school and you're not a girl anymore. You're a woman. An engineer in fact. So just go talk to him.

She scolded herself, taking a sip of her coffee. But she couldn't. She was petrified, she was even getting sweaty.

Oh God, I stink like a sewer when I start to sweat.

She rushed into the cafeteria bathroom, drying her underarms with some towels.

"Jesus what is wrong with me?"

She asked herself in the mirror. She had never reacted to anyone like this, not even her Dad. She shook her head hard, as if she would dislodge the feelings from her brain, and went back into the cafeteria. She went back into the cafeteria and joined the group. She hoped nobody noticed her little...episode. She sat down at their table and finished off her coffee.

"Everyone sleep well? I imagine so, since we've been asleep for two years...Holy crap, I'm 33 now. Wait what month is it? I may still be 32."

Zelda wasn't a huge fan of waking up a different age, but what are you gonna do. It's a fact of life in space. Through a window she spotted their destination, LV-223. It looked rather dull compared to the celestial body that it orbited. But it was a moon, and moons aren't all that interesting. Except this one was. She saw everyone here except one. Reddick. She shrugged and leaned back in her seat. He'd show up sooner or later.
Esa's massive form moved stealthily through the trees, small rocks tumbling away when he put down his massive paw. He figured this would be a good spot. He needed to get their attention. His position would allow it to travel throughout the town. He threw back his head and roared. It was a challenge, to all those who thought they could take him on. It would be heard for miles. Now all he had to do was wait.
Kidd said
I think I'm young (20) but Michael Brown was younger than me and was unarmed when he was gunned down. The fact that he was unarmed when Wilson murdered him is reason enough for people to be angry. There was literally no reason for him to die. None. So I'm angry. Especially since this is not an isolated incident.


"Murder" isn't really the term I'd use. The kid had robbed a bank 15 minutes before he encountered the cop. They have video evidence. What happened to him was called self-defense. He probably could avoided death if he just surrendered. It may be a harsh sentence but he'd get out...eventually. What I'm saying is that this kid was too dumb to stop fighting and just give up. And it killed him.
First of all, Missouri kinda blows. Second of all, Ferguson also kinda blows. Even more so than Missouri. That guy chose to tangle with a United States Officer of the Law, who's job it is to protect the people of America. He got shot. Turns out he was an asshole anyway. Also turns out he was black. And the officer was white. Ferguson makes it a race thing, it gets taken to court, Officer wins, everyone loses their shit over a scumbag criminal, Anarchy ensues.

I typically make it a point to avoid Missouri...because it blows.
A full moon illuminated the quaint town of Pocatello. 54,000 souls slept soundly...or not so soundly depending on their situation. Esa looked down into the town from one of the large wooded foothills that surrounded it. He could feel the moon tugging at him, beckoning the beast within. He had learned to control it many years ago and could transform into the 9 foot figure any time the moon was out. At will. He heard the howl of a newly transformed wolf. He couldn't tell who it was, but he knew them. They didn't know him. He had known them all their lives. They didn't know he existed. Until tonight. He felt intoxicating power flow through him. He had left his clothes on a branch so they wouldn't tear. He had spent thousands on ripped clothes. By the time he was fully transformed, the top of his head brushed 10 foot branch. He took one last glance at the town, the hiked higher into the hills. They would be up here soon enough.
Name: Esa
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Attitude towards other Werewolves: Curious, it takes a lot to anger him.
Brief History: ???
Hey, I'm back. Couldn't get internet last night for some reason. 1300 miles across the country for Thanksgiving with my family. I am the best cousin/Grandson/nephew ever.
Sorry mine is so short. I just didn't feel the need to have an outrageously long post.
Blackbeard said
So many walls of text D: I think mine need to be longer. Does anyone follow football at all? Association football that is, not the american sort (I don't mind that either though)


I love American Football, but I did play a lot of soccer (Football) as a kid.
Sorry about the absence, I was taking a trip down to Texas. My CS will be up later tonight.
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