TwelveOf8
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The second apostle is mine.
STATUS: Now that I have given up video games I should have a lot more time to RP now. I'm sure that I'm not the first person to have declared this but hopefully I won't be the last. 7 yrs ago
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- TwelveOf8 10 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
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Now that I have given up video games I should have a lot more time to RP now. I'm sure that I'm not the first person to have declared this but hopefully I won't be the last.
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7 yrs ago
To all those who are awaiting a post from me I'm sorry. I have no excuses. I expect the very best from myself and frankly that kind of pressure brings about some major procrastination.
7 yrs ago
I very well may be the worst fps player the world has ever known.
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7 yrs ago
Has anyone heard of this Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen guy? They say he's number one.
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7 yrs ago
Alright, no more screwing around. I have to get started on my various projects. I can't let another week go by with nothing done. Lady France awaits and I'm not getting any younger.
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Bio
I guess this is where I explain myself.
All I can say is that my existence is an endless void occasionally interrupted by passing flashes of light.
Interlaced with a little randomness here and there to, ya know, keep things interesting.
Most Recent Posts
@PrinceAlexus
That is understandable. Feel free to PM me if you want to brainstorm some ideas. I have a lot of free time right now. If not then whatever. Thanks for the invitation.
That is understandable. Feel free to PM me if you want to brainstorm some ideas. I have a lot of free time right now. If not then whatever. Thanks for the invitation.
@Pilatus@PrinceAlexus
I am very much interested in a cute and interesting slice of life RP such as this but without all the ghosting that typically goes on around here. I'm not going to point fingers nor name names but yeah. The thing is though that I'll be unavailable from next week until sometime in early November. I don't suppose it'll be possible for me to drop in later? If not then that's okay. I'm good at dealing with disappointment. All the best.
I am very much interested in a cute and interesting slice of life RP such as this but without all the ghosting that typically goes on around here. I'm not going to point fingers nor name names but yeah. The thing is though that I'll be unavailable from next week until sometime in early November. I don't suppose it'll be possible for me to drop in later? If not then that's okay. I'm good at dealing with disappointment. All the best.
Charlie and the chocolate factory.
I am not sure if this RP is dead or not but just in case someone wants to move the RP along, I have an announcement. I will be gone for the next two and a half weeks.
I am not sure if this RP is dead or not but just in case someone wants to move the RP along, I have an announcement. I will be gone for the next two and a half weeks.
Motham, a city of a thousand stories. Hardly any of em have happy endings. The ones that do though, always end with the protagonist riding off into the sunset. Leaving this sinkhole of humanity in the dust. the stories of Motham city usually end with the protagonist disappearing into the grimy urban decay of the city, losing oneself to the amoral meat grinder it's streets. As for myself, let's just say that there ain't no happy ending comin my way. For you see, like many of the poor saps that call this putrid cesspit home, I'm stuck here. Nobody goes to Motham city on their own accord. Make enough bad decisions in life and you'll just plumb wash up here, like an unwanted piece of flotsam. Crime and drugs run rampant in this city, and we've seen more than out fair share of wannabe super villains tryin to make a name for themselves. But who can blame em, what else is there to do in a city like this? Work? Be an honest hard working citizen? Yeah, that'll be the day.
The Lie-Down Larvae Inn and Tavern was as ugly and as uncharismatic as the name suggested. Whenever you got a room at this rundown joint, you always had to share it with some slimy and unwanted guests. I ain't talkin about the various drug dealers and meth addicted hookers that frequented the establishment but those of the insect variety. But who gave a damn anyway? People only stayed here to get high on meth. It was basically a crack den. No money to be had in the upkeep of the place if it was gonna be trashed anyway. Truly it was a reflection of heart and soul or Motham city. But truth be told, I've slept in worse places.
The tavern wasn't much better but not somthin to write home about neither. Just a typical dive bar in a rough part of town. Cheesy neon lights and country music blared over loud random shouts of vulgarity usually coupled with the smashing of a bottle followed by dull thuds and shouts of pain. It was exactly how you would imagine a dive bar to be. Such a charming ambiance for the truly discerning of people. But it was here that I, The Scrowler, awaited a private investigator to give me the info I payed good money for. The info on the douchebag who was out to steal my identity.
Who the fuck was the Scrowl-Man guy anyway? Only I was allowed to have the word scrowl be a part of my vigilante identity. If this motherfucker is gonna act the fool and mess with my rep then imma go mess with his teeth. But first things first, this apple margarita ain't gonna finish itself.
Setting; On board the international space station.
Genre; Slapstick comedy
The Lie-Down Larvae Inn and Tavern was as ugly and as uncharismatic as the name suggested. Whenever you got a room at this rundown joint, you always had to share it with some slimy and unwanted guests. I ain't talkin about the various drug dealers and meth addicted hookers that frequented the establishment but those of the insect variety. But who gave a damn anyway? People only stayed here to get high on meth. It was basically a crack den. No money to be had in the upkeep of the place if it was gonna be trashed anyway. Truly it was a reflection of heart and soul or Motham city. But truth be told, I've slept in worse places.
The tavern wasn't much better but not somthin to write home about neither. Just a typical dive bar in a rough part of town. Cheesy neon lights and country music blared over loud random shouts of vulgarity usually coupled with the smashing of a bottle followed by dull thuds and shouts of pain. It was exactly how you would imagine a dive bar to be. Such a charming ambiance for the truly discerning of people. But it was here that I, The Scrowler, awaited a private investigator to give me the info I payed good money for. The info on the douchebag who was out to steal my identity.
Who the fuck was the Scrowl-Man guy anyway? Only I was allowed to have the word scrowl be a part of my vigilante identity. If this motherfucker is gonna act the fool and mess with my rep then imma go mess with his teeth. But first things first, this apple margarita ain't gonna finish itself.
Setting; On board the international space station.
Genre; Slapstick comedy
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