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Three names with three different circumstances, Maxwell, Otta, and Mother. Ryphle nods towards Quelanna. “I like that idea, Quelanna. Visiting the Watch may be our best option.” He says, but his lips quirk to a side. If the Watch does room them then there is a high chance that he will be separated from everyone and he will be alone with strangers.

“I rather do good with my bow than with words.” He grins cheeky at his party, thoughts quickly vanishing. “You all know how I am with them.”

He looks at Pip. Flowers. Indeed, nobody has any need for them in these times. Having saving this man, Ryphle feels that leaving the halfing and his family to their fate would be a waste of his effort. Having no other ideas in mind, he blurts out, “Maybe we can room with them.”

“Wait, isn’t hafling’s home tiny?” He quickly asks, mostly to himself and looks at Pip. Now, he is curious to how a halfing’s home is like in the city.

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The night is calm and beautiful, as any other nights before this, with Voluna’s blessed light illuminating the darkness. Valeth scoffs at her musing, old traditions and religion from her childhood, and breathes in the cool air with gusto. The chill air sends tingle down her lungs. She savours the sensation and then sighs. The past few days were complete chaos but they were fun days compare to her days sitting in the cell with air rotten to its core.

As the tiefling gazes up at the stars under the shadow of the inn, she hears the entrance of the inn open and close. Looking at sound’s direction, she sees Rostimar. Valeth looks at the half-orc in interest when rage flashes across his face for a brief second, the same rage she has only seen during the heat of battle.

“Enjoying the night, Dear Rostimar?” She calls out from the shadow and waves, knowing clearly that he'll be able to see her from there.

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For a moment, Valeth does not make a sound nor does she makes a move. Then she looks away at the face of the half-orc and instead to the darkness behind him. Her jovial crinkle is nowhere to seen on her face and her blueish feature is a blank canvas. She did wondered why Rostimar was so enthralled in helping out Katerina and her family out of everyone roped into helping them. She is no psychologist but the tiefling can sympathize with Rostimar in wanted to help with a childhood such as his.

“I don’t know what it is like to be you,” Valeth says as she steps out from the shadow and walks toward the half-orc. “But I do understand of wanting to belong.” In all honesty, she has a feeling that everyone in their strange group of strangers knows something or two of belonging. Isn’t that why they were all in the prison in the first place? They didn’t belong anywhere. She huffs a smile.

“You are a good person, Rostimar. I think the child will be grow up fine with you by their side. Plus-” She looks up to the sky. “She won’t be along, and either will Katerina. They will have their grandfather and little Malachi alongside you.”

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Name possibility?

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The musk of rotting flesh and human excrement is all but a distant memory as Emmanuel lays on the cold steel board that acts as a bed in his cell room. The young man has an arm over his eyes as he tries to block off the infuriating voices coming from the cell next door. The scream and mockery from the neighbouring cell echo all around but Emmanuel is too tired to do anything else. As he lay on the bed, the palm of his hand throbs and so does the ray of coloured bruises all over his back and chest. The coolness of the metal board has long gone but moving to a cooler spot on the board is a pain in the ass at the moment.

Too tired to move and the two voices filter into his ear, Emmanuel groans, “Just kill her.” He then sighs, knowing that his words fall on deaf ears. This somehow turned into a ritual of some sort between the three of them. Emmanuel, after a long day of digging trenches, will return to his dirty cell and listen to the two women bicker and scream at each other. Then about every other day, Erika would ask him if she can use his body. Not like that but as in possession. Emmanuel and Erika used to share a body together for two years. He is not sure how Erika plans to enter him without Bernkastel’s powers, but no. No fucking thanks. He really likes having his own body to himself.

It has been 11 days since Emmanuel and his younger sister, Alicia, are imprisonment in Boomer’s slave compound. They were just hanging around the Waffle House, waiting for his girlfriend, Cirillia, when things went… muffled. The guy is not sure how exactly they got caught. He is sure he and Alicia fought the bastard that caught them but for reasons unknown, he cannot remember exactly what had happened.

He scratches at the collar around his neck.

At least his sister is faring well than him. Aside from the skimpy outfit, all the women in the compound have to wear, Alicia tells him that she is doing well at her side of this crap. A lot better than the crappy furry onesie he is sporting, she often jokes. Despite their enslavement, Alicia looks a lot happier that the Beast is not hovering over her shoulders constantly. It’s a pity though. The ominous black Beast, standing nearly 15 feet over his 5’5” sister, was an impressive presence. It's kind of strange to see it missing from his sister’s back, but as long as Alicia is happy, then that is something to look forward to in this shit they are in.

Emmanuel blinks awake after nearly dozing off. He frowns and then peels his arm away from his face. Someone has turned on the radio-

“Seriously, Lily?” Emmanuel complains, but of course, his words fall on deaf ears. By the time the song nears its end, Emmanuel is up from his bed. Through the prison bars, he watches on as the Reaper dances on the table and Erika screaming at the top of her ghostly lungs at the Reaper. Emmanuel looks over to where Bernkastel is.

“So planning to due anytime soon?” He asks the woman. As much as he wants the woman who imprisoned Erika’s soul into his body dead, the days spent next to Bernkastel and listening to getting her toenails ripped off and Erika going insane by the day, and plus him having to exhaust himself working to the bone and picking fight ever so often with the tin can, Boomer, they guy’s need to kill the woman off have slightly dampened.

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[font=work sans][LIST][*][COLOR=#0059b3]Agree to Disagree:[/COLOR] You can still be friends with those who do not share your views.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]At Least I Admit It:[/COLOR] Admitting that you do wrong makes you better than the other guy.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Awakening the Sleeping Giant:[/COLOR] Even neutral forces will fight back if you hurt them.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Being Evil Sucks:[/COLOR] Villainy brings misery.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Chronic Villainy:[/COLOR] You can never be free of being evil.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]The Conscience:[/COLOR] The one who acts as your moral guideline.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Cruel to Be Kind:[/COLOR] It may seem harsh, but it's for your own good.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Cry for the Devil:[/COLOR] You can't help but feel bad for the villain once you learn their history.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Curious Qualms of Conscience:[/COLOR] You feel guilt for doing what you felt obligated to do.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Dark is Not Evil:[/COLOR] The dark is not always dangerous.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Everyone Has Standards:[/COLOR] No matter our moral alignment, we all have lines we don't want to cross.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Forgiveness:[/COLOR] Being able to let go of grudges.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]For Happiness:[/COLOR] You want everyone to be happy.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]The Golden Rule:[/COLOR] Treating people the way you want to be treated.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Good Is Not Dumb:[/COLOR] Kindness does not equal ineffective.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Good Is Not Nice:[/COLOR] Being the hero doesn't guarantee that you're the most pleasant fella around.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Good Is Not Soft:[/COLOR] Being kindly in nature doesn't prevent you from meting out harsh punishments.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Greater Need Than Mine:[/COLOR] Putting other people's needs before your own.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Harmony Versus Discipline:[/COLOR] To take control or to accept things as they are.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]I Thought It Was Forbidden:[/COLOR] Dangerous or unethical acts are justified for a cause.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Japanese Spirit:[/COLOR] Power comes from your desire to better yourself.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Know When to Fold 'Em:[/COLOR] You're smart enough to know when you can't win something.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Lesser of Two Evils:[/COLOR] Between the two choices you're given, you go with the less heinous one.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Misery Builds Character:[/COLOR] Undergoing trauma helps strengthen you.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Nice to the Waiter:[/COLOR] Treating the working class kindly is a sign of virtue.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]No Good Deed Goes Unpunished:[/COLOR] Just cuz you do good deeds, that doesn't mean it can't backfire on you.

[*][COLOR=#0059b3]Sacred Hospitality:[/COLOR] Being hospitable to guests is important.

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The Spiraling Top City

Couple of nights ago, i dreamt of a floating, diamond spiral top city. It had couple of bridges that took the people up from the surround suburbs to the city in a spiraling motion. It felt as if the city was floating on a lake or over a very old town, the same suburb I mention earlier that seems to go over the horrizon. I rode up on a bridge in my aunt's family black van with my family and my aunt's. It was most likely cramped but I remeber just looking up to the spiraling top city. The dream then transit to the innard of the spiraling top city. The place I was in felt like a commercal boat with tall metal walls and giant sliding doors. I kept walking down the hall until I saw a door, open, out to the outside. I went through and leaned over the metal rail that run along the edge of the outside ledge. Around me, from the lower levels to the upper levels, there were people all around me. I think they were looking at a person, who wasn't even at the lowest possible level of this city, but i remeber it being strange, being in this spiral top city and being with all these people.

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Hello there, good people of RPNation! Ignore my complaints of slow loading and instead, give cheers to the fact that we are back to the BBCoding! I have faith that we can have fun role playing no matter what happens here but hot damn! We have BBCodes! I also want to give thanks to the staffs for running this site as best as they can!

Okay, okay, I'll finish with my gibber-jabber. You want to know what this brand spanking new thread is about, right? First, settle down folks. Breath in and out and may be blink your eyes a couple of times… Okay, feeling better? Oh, you can go get a drink of water, the person at the back.

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Hello again and welcome to another art dump thread! Maybe it is better to this a General Art Thread! Okay, os this thread is not as special as I made it out to be and I apologize for dragging the intro long, but finally I decide to make a place for my stuffs. I will most likely be posting stuffs at random and may be using this thread as an archive of my characters and their recantations (yes, I am those kind of rpers). I am also open to interact with others, whether you guys want a How-To, tips to improve your own work, or just have a general chat!

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As a HCA

I was heading out to the exit when I saw a dementia resident coming out of her room, looking very uncomfortable. She was pushing her walker out of the door, which I thought was very strange for this resident. “Are you alright?” I asked her. She looked up from her walker to me. I remember putting a hand onto her back area. The resident was saying something, but I did not understood her, so I lean a bit closer to hear her better. “It’s cutting me,” I heard her say. I was confused until the resident showed me her arm. She was wearing a short sleeved shirt and I could see her bra strap coming out. Then, I realized that her undergarment was making her uncomfortable. “Your bra must be uncomfortable. Would you like me to take it off?” I asked as I looked at the resident. (I tried to do a perception check here, but I missed a step here.) She looked back and nodded. “Yes. I would like that dear,” She said, looking a lot brighter looking than before. “Well, how about we go back into your room?” I asked, “Then you can sit on your bed as I help you.” I looked at the bed and then at the resident. I saw the resident also looking behind her towards the bed. She was good with that and started to walk back inside.

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Ciri blushed lightly when Emmanuel hugged her back, her smile widening at the action. It felt nice in his arms like this, knowing she was doing what she intended and comforting him. Not only that but just him in general hugging her. It was more than obvious she had a crush on him but she was too worried to say anything about it, thinking he'd push her away or she'd make things awkward if she did. Though now was the perfect time...she still wasn't sure. "It's fine Emu...it wasn't your fault. I understand." She replied, hugging him a bit tighter and resting her head on his. She continued hugging him for a while in silence, at this point out of enjoying the hug rather than trying to comfort him.

  It was an year ago when Emmanuel met Cirillia. He remembers thinking how the girl in frilly pink dress seems so out of place in a place like Hell City. He yelled at her, probably something rude, but the girl was unfathomed by the boy attitude and shoved her bright, happy face in front of his. They somehow became friends despite their long (one-sided) bickering and initial impression of each other. Cirillia was someone new and different and was unspoiled by the war and the downfall of the Mafia. Emmanuel grew to enjoy her companion and her hyperness and in all honestly he is really glad that the girl feels the same way about him.

The story between Cirillia and Emmanuel is a clique, but it happened anyways. They ran around the populated street of Alpha and ventured out into the desolate place of Omega. They drew on each other's faces and fought battles together. The two kids had each other backs and finished of enemies that dared to cross their path. They had their moments of disagreements, like choosing with candies are the best, and temper trauma, all usually caused by Emmanuel's ass. However in the end, Emmanuel became aware of Cirillia's patience and Emmanuel is still, in fact, trying to grow with her. It is just hard when his emotion tends to explode whichever way and he doesn’t want that for Cirillia.

The teenager’s face flushes red as soon as he realizes what just happened. The boy looks into the ceiling with dazed eyes but later falls to the ground, feeling guilty all over again. He mentally scowls at himself for changing mood so fast like that. He’s feeling too much, too fast. If Emmanuel is an explosion of emotion, Cirillia is a tornado. Emmanuel doesn’t stop her, but instead decides to look at Cirillia with his bottom lip sticking out to a big fat pout, and he follows her.

“I-” He starts but quickly stops himself. “It’s.. You’re not playing fair,” He whines. There is a glare at Cirillia but there is no heat. He is honestly ata lost what to say. He wants to kiss her back, but the feeling of rage and losse are still too fresh in his mind. Instead he just swallows hard and squeezes Cirillia’s hand.

The peck on his check is… Not really a surprise, but it is at the moment. Emmanuel knew it was coming. He knows that, with all the hints that has been thrown at him for the past year, Cirilla likes him.

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Plague’s ability somewhere to place without stuffing my memory chip with stuff

[B]Abilities: [/B]

Being a Death God, Plague as the same benefit as any Death Gods has at their disposal, which includes Lines of Sanzu and Death God Physiology. Sadly, he has yet to complete a single Lines of Sanzu despite his age and experience. He only has a handful of unique abilities compare to other Death Gods.

[I][U]Death God Physiology:[/U][/I] Aside from the many enhancement Plague has physically, he also has [B]enhanced senses[/B] of the nose and touch. He does not have Soul Perspective but he can definitely smell them and feel them on his skin like silk, or a cheese grater. The texture really depends on the kind of soul. His sense of smell will also detect [U]sickness and disease[/U].

[U][I]Lines of Sanzu:[/I][/U] Plague's lines can be seen on his tanned forehead as solid white lines. Of course, this will be hard sought since Plague covers his face with a mask.

[I][U]Connection to Mother… and the other:[/U][/I] There are a lot of abilities that comes with the Lines of Sanzu. Having a direct connection to Plague's mother, and also her half (so technically, he has two mothers), he has access to their powers as the White Horseman. Having a closer relationship with the Pestilence half of the horseman, Plague has an easier grip of those abilities than the more destructive powers of Conquest.

[I][U]Shinigami’s Power:[/U][/I] If bandages are running low, Plague has often used this ability to materialise black bandages to fix up his patients. Of course, this is a temporary fix and those bandages that are stopping blood from spewing out everywhere can suddenly disappear if the boy wishes. Calling mother is also nice without having to carry a phone around.

[I][U]Conquer Override:[/U][/I] A state of being that overwrites pain and fatigue and gives the Plague a slight boost of power. However, once Conquer Override wears off Plague will be in a world of pain and fun times in the healing ward.

[I][U]Epidemic:[/U][/I] A localized widespread of weakness and fatigue via droplet airborne. It is invisible by nature but those with Soul Perspective may detect this. Allies must have been Vaccinated by Plague prior to battle to neutralize the effect of Epidemic. Signs of infection are tiredness, weakness, fever, vomiting, indigestion, or anything weird during a battle. Quit and go see a doctor. May cause death.

[I][U]Pandemic:[/U][/I] || [B]LOCKED[/B] || Unlike Plague finally connects a Lines of Sanzo, he has locked this ability until further ado. Not only is this affects people physically, it also attacks the souls. Will cause death under prolonged exposure.

Vaccination: Immunity to the harmful effects of both Epidemic and Pandemic. Plague must prepare this and inject this to his allies before he uses either of the two abilities. This will naturally wear off, and if people start to feel the effect of Epidemic or Pandemic, go see Plague right away, or quit and go see a doctor.

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Character Plague Brainstorming Notes

Mother is conquest/pests. Power and majesty. Beauty, health, and wealth. She is an old soul. Have been wondering the Arab nations for very long time as a doctor. Healthy. Skin covered by clothings  sharp lines n corners. Wanders.

Conquest the great

Another female figure Conquest. They are splitted soul. Also wanders. Moves a head of Mother. Lighter skin. Rarely seen.

The conflicting interests of the single being, conquest and illness has caused the old one to split in half. Wherever battle and war is near, illness follows, though in the form of health.

Victory Victoria Remedy

Vanquish Plague

Sickness, phantom pain. Boils n puss. Gross, maddening stuffs

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For Starters

(For the VAA intro thread)

Holy shot, I Had this Account for four years??

Holy geebes louise, even I am surprised by how long I had this account lurking in VAA! Four years I have been missing in this site and the fun I didn't knew I was missing. It's a shame now thinking about it. Hopefully, may be this time around I'll hang around and meet cool new people and perhaps join some voice acting projects! I hope you guys will enjoy having me as I am excited to be with you!

I don't have a whole lot of experience with voice acting. I’ve record myself couple of times and even posted a short song on Youtube about a year back. I don't have a real feedback/criticism about my voice other than compliments from friends and family. I would love to hear some from folks and even their opinions to what kind of voice I have and kind of characters my voice may be best suited for. I have a feminine voice and I have a slight Asian accent that I am desperately trying to rid off for years!

Ah, I guess I can tell what I was doing in the last four years of absence and what I enjoy doing. So basically, I was in college studying various of subjects like animation and health. I worked a bit in between the studies. I have Tumblred my way from fandom to fandom. I enjoy drawing characters and have created my own to RPs. I'm pretty active in a RP forum called RPNation, and I have joined some incredibly fun groups and meet interesting friends. I would have liked trying voicing for my characters, but it is unfortunate that the majority of character I enjoy playing as are male. I know, weird : P

I would like to know more about VAA! Like how are you guys? I hope people have joined fun projects and met great people. I have yet to read all the stickied thread in this site, but where to people host(?) their voices?

Okay so I pulled this out from

For Starters 1. Okay, start with the classics: Pick a number. 4

2. Is that number your age? If not, what IS your age? Early 20s!

3. Are you more visual or audio-oriented?

I guess I am visually oriented. 4. You should have at least two chromosomes. Which two do you have?

One of each!

5. Wearing socks with sandals: stupid or sweet, bro?

Eh, I do it sometimes. 6. When you were five (assuming you are not, currently, five) what was your dream?

To be a teacher, then I realise how bad of a teacher I am. 7. If you could have a mythical beast as a pet, which beast would you choose?

I never thought of having a pet to be honest. I’ll just be very guilty of neglecting them, I think :/ 8. What would you name it?

Guildford. That was the name of my hamster. 9. Are you allergic to anything? If it's a food, do you want to eat it anyway?

I want a pet and I want to snuggle every cute creature on Earth! I just hate hives more than loving animals unfortu… 10. What was the last Halloween costume you wore?

A traditional Korean hanbok This Or That 1. Pancakes or waffles?

Waffles 2. Dogs or cats?

Cats 3. Light or dark?

Dark 4. AC or DC?

AC…? 5. Mamas or papas?

Mamas 6. Twist or shout?

Twist 7. Mario or Luigi?

Luigi 8. Tall or short?

Short 9. Cat poop or dog poop? Ew

10. Vampires or werewolves?

Vampire It's Random Time! 1. Okay, let's say you're a Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger. A putty patroller punches you in the face at the EXACT same time you're morphing. What happens? Does your helmet materialize and cut off his hand, does it form around the putty patroller, or does something else occur?

I think logically, the helmet servered the monster’s hand and now I am stuck with a hand inside my helmet! Rude! 2. Do you think the biggest threat to our world today are Dark Penguins (assuming you believe in Dark Penguins)?

Uhhh… no…? 3. A man on the street in New York offers to give you FREE COMEDY if you follow him into a dark basement. You do like comedy... do you go?

I think I would have planned out my trip in I'm in New York… It will depends on the summary of the comedy the man tells me. 4. Alright, take your SAT score (if you don't have that, estimate what you think you'd get). Multiply it by the number of the current month and then divide by how many posts are currently in this thread: do you think you could eat that many hot dogs?

Over time, no. Secretly, yes. 5. Okay, I'm gonna give you a pony for your birthday this year. It's a real rad pony, so I hope you like ponies. You're gonna need to take care of this pony: clean it, feed it, brush it's hair, make sure it gets plenty of exercise, clean it more. It's gonna be YOUR responsibility, young man/lady! So I hope you're ready. Also, favorite pizza topping?

Oh good lord, I'm going to kill the poor pony. This is a horrible choice of a gift, but thank you for your gift anyways. Hawaiian. 6. You stepped over the line and now SUPERMAN wants to beat you up! Who're you going to call to help you out with this fight?

MOM! Or the Batman will do. A relationship counselor will also do. We can sort out difference in a civilized manner. 7. You can be a walk-on role in any movie ever made. What movie do you walk-on in and what is the one line you deliver?

Titanic. I'll be that one Asian so out of place that I don't even need a line to be remembered. 8. Why would you want to ruin that movie like that?

Hahahaha, good question. I don't know. 9. Do you think I look good in this dress? Be honest. I can take it back if you don't.

Gurl, dresses are for everyone. Try this one, it'll bring out your shape! 10. Why can't I find a good henchman in this town? Are you interested?

Have you tried ebay? I heard they will be delivered within 24 hours. I would hate to be the one to recieve it though... Would You Rather... 1. Be able to fly or teleport?

Fly 2. Play as Ken or Ryu? Ryu?

3. Live on the moon or in Atlantis? The moon

4. Die in an explosion saving the President on live TV or die in a tsunami saving an orphanage, but no one will know?

Orphanage sounds more heroic, but drowning is a slower death than dying in an explosion… but then again who said dying in an explosion will be clean? I guess orphanage. 5. Win American Idol or Wheel of Fortune?

Wheel of Fortune. Give me the money! 6. Chicken nuggets, chicken strips, or soy chicken (you monster)?

Chicken Strips 7. Skim milk, whole milk, 2% milk, chocolate milk, strawberry milk, soy milk, or goat's milk?

There's too much option! I love milk! I'm also kinda lactose intolerance! 8. Live forever in the town you were born in but be given one year to see the world OR live forever in one city of your choosing but never be able to leave? Live forever in my hometown

9. Nintendo, Microsoft, or Sony? Nintendo

10. Skates, rollerblades, or GOLF CART? GOLD CART!

Are you... 1. Intelligent? Eh

2. Verbose?

In writing only 3. Deciduous? Yes

4. Monotonic?

Kinda 5. Swanky?

No 6. Semidictatorial?

True 7. Voluminous?

I guess 8. Bored? Often. Try not to though

9. Confused?

VERY 10. In love with me? Love is a scary thing.

If you could do the following and never get caught, would you... 1. Streak?

??? 2. Steal from the government?

Yes 3. Steal from the poor?

No 4. Punch a nun?

No!?? 5. Eat an old grandma's pie right off her windowsill? Yes…

6. Steal an old farmer's carrots?

May be... 7. Cheat in the Olympics in order to win a Gold Medal?

No 8. Yell "fire" in a crowded theater?

Yes. 9. Wear Crocs? Yes.

10. Rob a grave you know has tons of money in it?

Yes. Wrapping Up 1. Normally Celena would've asked if she was better than me. Since she's been gone, I'm obviously better. Is anyone better than me?

Not that I know of… So yes? 2. It's okay to admit I'm handsome and awesome. You do think that, right?

Oh shots I should have looked at the icon I stole this question air from! 3. If you answered "yes" to the first question or "no" to the second: what does it feel like to be wrong all the time?

All the time. 4. Are you kinda tired of answering all these questions?

It's 2 am when I'm filling this… Hopefully i am not when I post this. 5. Did the different sections do a good job of masquerading the fact that you have just answered SIXTY-FIVE questions?

I was not aware. Good job, but is there something significant about that number? 6. Are you glad you went through all of these horrendously stupid questions?

I like doing these question honestly, when I have the time. 7. Alright! This is the last question! I think I know the answer to this, but are you glad this is finally finishing up?

Hahaha yes and you lied to me. 8. Trap sprung. It's not over. How do you feel now that you've been TOTALLY had?

I already spoiled myself of the surprised by scrolling down. 9. Okay, the next question's the last one. Will you accept my totally weak apology? If not, WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU TO LOVE ME?

:V 10. How long have you been AVAing and how long do you plan to continue?

I hope longer than my current record!

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Home Town

I’ve lived in my home town as long as I can remember. My home is older than I. it has red brick walls and there are pine trees that grew old and tall alongside the house. The sky from my window only opens to a quarter of its size but if I walk down the road, a block from my home, the sky expands out impressively over a baseball field. At night, the trees that dot the outskirt of the field sway their gnarled branches in the wind and the street lights cast long, ominous shadows, but the view of the moonless night sky is a wonder to see. My brother and I would argue whether or not if the twinkles in the sky were the sparkling stars or the blinking planes.

There are plenty of parks spread across town that are dense with trees. My family hikes in the forest for hours during summer, but sometimes not on purpose. If I am given the question “Who is the adventurous one in the family,” I will most likely immediately answer myself. However, if I have to stop and think about my question, my mother is the one with the adventure's spirit. My dear mother would find all the faded paths on the forest floor and would stray away from the beaten down path. The rest of the family would groan in complaint, wanting a simple hike around the park. My mother would lead us deeper into the forest until I would think no one but us is in the wood. A mass of green is our sky and the brown tree trunks are the great pillars that hold our sky. Chirps and calls of the wildlife are chaotic around us but they are the peace that dampens my initial irritation.

As much as I spend my time in the forest, I love the ocean. My whole family loves it! Admittedly, the ocean is a drive away from my home town, but with the amount of time spend at the beach, I like to think that the ocean is a part of my town. It is a party at the beach all summer. The grills are piping hot and meat is sizzling in the heat. Out in the water, large, plastic buckets are stationed with pods of people around it, digging in the sand with various of tools in their hands. Yup. Instead of going to the smooth, sandy white beaches and swim in the water, my family would go the secluded parts of the beach where the sands are infected with jagged rocks and dig all day for clams. It may sound unusual for some, but this is actually fun. The adults would do the digging and the people who do want to swim would go out and fish us some humongous moon snails. Even my grandma, whose back is crooked as a cane, would join. She would hobble out to a bucket and later return complaining about her back and with buckets of clams. At the end of the day, everyone is tired but I enjoyed out time together out at the beach.

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Hell City reply from long ago.

Slowly, Madhu gets up from the ground to a sitting position once Moses is out of the scene. The burning pain in his body still burns, but with the Clown far, far away, the pain is much manageable. Well, that is what he is convincing himself. The underboss forces his body to relax but the constant twitch and a hick of breath are hard to control. A moment after, Madhu gets up, using the table to get up.

“I will get it set up for you, Lady Romanov. That and couple of anti-Aura supplements and cuffs.” Madhu looks up at Natalia, his browns are drawn down but his eyes are bloodshot and blood paints his teeth red from the nose bleed. With shaky hands, he wipes away the blood with the back of his hand. He then spits out blood to a side.

“What about the plan Thaddeus proposed? Shall we ” Madhu stands up straight and he straightens up his coat. He is fine. He is glad that the ladies only got away with minor injuries, hopefully. He takes a step forward, wobbles a bit, but the steps after became much more stable. He breathes in, walking on fire is nothing. He is just imagining it all. “And… Are you two alright?”

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Emmanuel is slow to come to realize to what his sister said to the Joker. The boy blinks until his eyes widen.

“Wait, WHAT?!” Emmanuel scream at his sister. He chases after his sister. It seems that the adults lost care for the man with his throat slit. “Alicia! What-”

“I just want to look at it, Emu.” Alicia whirls around to look at him. “Don’t follow me.” Alicia walks up to the body and kneels down by him.

Emmanuel would love to follow after her, but somehow he trips on the camera cords and his feets gets trapped. It doesn’t help that his attention is suddenly drawn to the Rage man that entered Funland.

“Holy shot, not him again.”

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Alicia is kneeling by Joseph and the black Beast looms over the two. Strands of hair creeps to the man.

“Hello mister,” Alicia whispers. She watches the man lying in the pool of his own blood. The hair creeps around his neck, pulling the wound close. She checks for some pulse or a reaction to the man.

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Waking up thrice

I woke up thrice before I finally got up to face the day. One was at 1 in the morning, another at 6, and finally at late in the 11 o'clock in the morning. I dreamt all three times. Two were fun and adventurous and the other one was… Well, I know how I am.

I have little details of my first dream. What I remember is that it was a cowboy of an adventure.

I woke up just to hear a person walking down the hall and into the bathroom.

Most of the second dream was filled with pokemon and riding on a car. I don't know who’s car it was (it could have been my mom’s), but I was riding it through town and saw a lot of people and pokemon milling about in the street. Before that, I think I was with a group of people having fun. We split into team and we fought for fun and in swimming pool.

I think I was looking for him while I was in the car ride. I did found them but the car just zoomed past them and I was riding over a hill with the sky purple with the sun sitting in the background.

The pokemon part of the dream was like that of the Pokemon Go. There were with me and their trainer. Were they holograms, or in pixelated form in our phones? I have no idea. I forgot about that detail, but for the sake of now, Let's say that they were a real thing, walking and running with us in that life.

I don't remember what my pokemon was, but I can guess, it was a Typhlosion. Those guys are pretty cool.

My final dream was of Maple Story. Yes, of course, it has to be.

My character have accepted to join in a Zalum run. It has been a while since I played Maplestory and many updates have happened. Going to the zak, I went through watery maps and then the usual fiery cave. In the water world, I swam and climbed a rope that took me to this mini boss of a Clam. It damaged me  but I was able to kill it in two shot with Boomerang step. Or it might have been Assaulter, yes, the one that can fly me around and stuff.

I only went to Zakum because one of the member convinced me that I will get an insane amount of EXP. But at the battle with Zakum, I think I almost died and used a bunch of health potion to get me alive (I used up all my reindeer milk and I had a bunch of cakes to run me by. I had two kind of cakes, One only stacked up to 20 or 25 cakes, while the other staked up to 800.). I think I lived, but wow, I have no idea how.

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Masked Murder

(Was an sketched opening for an rp that never happened.)

Japhos stands in the large door of the mansion. He looks up at the door, feeling slightly nervous, and then back down to the letter in his hands. This must be the right place, right? He stops his finger from playing with the corner of the paper. Breathing deeply, he rings the doorbell.

He stands tall, shoulders relaxed and feet apart. He is wearing a simply for the meet up.

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Cora MapleMation

Cora is a person of low profile. There is not much information about this lady, other than the fact that she is not a native resident of Maplenation, she travels, and she has a brother. Cora can be seen wandering around the streets of Maplenation and she will even say hello to the locals when she feels like it.

Cora hardly fight, but it is not rare to see her spectating a fight. She may even participate in a MBR, but it has been a long while since her last battle.

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It is Easy

It’s easy to hide behind the internet. No pain, no gain. No loss. It’s really simple. Especially for a weak heart like me. I am easily influenced by other people’s opinion. I don’t know what to do in life because of this. There are dreams that I want to reach, there are places I want to go, there are people I want to see, but I’m pulled back by my own thoughts. It’s impossible, it’s not worth it, It is a waste of time, it is a waste of money.