Jun 5, 2013
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Lithuania has been accepted! You have two days to submit a link to your blog!
We're now accepting 2p!Nations
But, If you do apply as a 2p!Nation, your application will be thought over much more. Remeber, this ring is set in a human world, so no crazy powers/abilities!
Other than that, go nuts with the app, but try not ot make them too crazy.
OOC NOTICE:
On august 4th, i will not be online from 11:00 tp 5:00PM EST Due to some rather unfortunate family events that i won't nessecarily go into detail about. It's only a few hours, but i come on later than that, it's fine, i probably will be very tire afterwards and may not be online. Thank you, Hayley (Dagur/Iceland-mun)
Actually working ~LE GASP~
Dagur looked at the computer screen before him, his nose wrinkled in disdain. As much of a chore as he thought it was, he had to do it. He had been told to 'Get off his ass' and do something. So here he sat, on his ratty couch with a half empt bottle of scotch in hand. He clicked though various faces on the screen, stopping every now and then to read about them.
(He's finished a job.)
Dagur looked at the warehouse behind him, then shook his head. The duffle bag he had brought in with him was now full, and he kept jabbing at random lumps that protruded from it. Like his brother ha said, the kill was easy, and mostly everything went in his favor. He had shot the former commissioner in the back o the head, followed by the other three men in there. After, he had wiped his fingerprints off everything he had touched, and even went so far as to retrieve the bullets he had buried into the others skulls. He dropped those into the bag as well. Kneeling next to the former police chief, he rummaged through his bag, pulling out a pair of latex gloves, and a hacksaw. Knitting his eyebrows together in concentration, he set the blade on the kin of the mans neck, pulling it back and forth, effortlessly cutting through skin, muscle, bone, even the spinal cord. Blood spurted from an artery, splattering on the Icelanders cheek. He ignored this, and went on with his work, cutting until the head rolled off. He shoved it Ito a garbage bag inside the duffle, then went on with the rest of the corpse, eventually fitting the entire thing inside. The downside of this, was that it had left him covered in gore and the like. Getting up, he walks over to one of his more cleaner kills, stripped it down to the boxers, removed his own clothes, then changed. They were a size too big, but Dagur didn't care. there was a few bottles of bleach in the corner, so picking up his bag, he opened one of the cans, pouring the contents on the soiled floor. When his was done, he stopped at his victims house, and left a note in a perfect replica of the mans handwriting, stating that he had left for a prostitute he had 'met' that night. Then satisfied with his doing, he walked to a street vendor, bought a hot pretzel with mustard, and walked around the city streets for a while, knowing he would run into one of his family meme era at some point.