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Tsar Gatto Member
African or European?
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Geeetings. Sounds interesting.
I hope all is going well on the site.
I hope all is going well on the site.
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If this RP was a baby it would be born about now.
Happy 9 months guys n gals!
Imagine the most cunning, manipulative and pretty much sadistic woman you can. Combine her with the biggest, meanest most 'head-crushing with bare hands' muscle bound dude. Then you'll come up with something about right.
Happy 9 months guys n gals!
@Gelatinous Cube
Same lol though I don't get the refrences XD
Imagine the most cunning, manipulative and pretty much sadistic woman you can. Combine her with the biggest, meanest most 'head-crushing with bare hands' muscle bound dude. Then you'll come up with something about right.
Charlotte jumped at Alyssa’s outburst, she didn’t need telling twice as she heard her tone. Wasting no time she snatched up her bag and made her way towards the doorway before hesitating and turning back to see what the others were doing.
“What is going on?” she asked anxiously. She felt tense, ready to bolt at a seconds notice. Her hand went to the hunting knife at her side instinctively.
“What is going on?” she asked anxiously. She felt tense, ready to bolt at a seconds notice. Her hand went to the hunting knife at her side instinctively.
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The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Trying to scrape enough of my brain together to actually make a char sheet is not easy. X.x Come to think of it, I should probably call the doctor....
You can do it! Got any ideas so far?
@FantasyChic@Leotamer@Avanhelsing@DepressedSoviet
What kinda time-frame are we looking at for posts? Just curious and looking forwards to moar.
You have the luxury to condemn me from a distance. You have not lived through what I have. You spit my name, and curse me. But it pales in comparison to how I curse myself.
Every day I curse my pride. I curse my thirst for knowledge. I curse my insatiable, damnable curiosity. But most of all, I curse my eyes.
Aye, for what they have read cannot be unread. For what they have seen forever haunts me every moment they remain open - or closed...
Wut? Yes?
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