A World Beyond (OOC) Open

[Nationstatelandsville]

Whores, post.

Lead whore was going to post, but was feeling uninspired.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It is actually very surprising to me that I was mostly sober throughout this whole rp.

The one that has drug addict vampires, a firebending pseudo-Japanese drug addict vampire, a cult called the Sons of Judas which sacrifices people to dragons, an owl monster that can turn into smoke and possess people and control corpses and let us not forget the spiders which entered a German woman's vagina.

[Nationstatelandsville]

It is actually very surprising to me that I was mostly sober throughout this whole rp.

The one that has drug addict vampires, a firebending pseudo-Japanese drug addict vampire, a cult called the Sons of Judas which sacrifices people to dragons, an owl monster that can turn into smoke and possess people and control corpses and let us not forget the spiders which entered a German woman's vagina.

Please start drugs again - I'm scared.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It is actually very surprising to me that I was mostly sober throughout this whole rp.

The one that has drug addict vampires, a firebending pseudo-Japanese drug addict vampire, a cult called the Sons of Judas which sacrifices people to dragons, an owl monster that can turn into smoke and possess people and control corpses and let us not forget the spiders which entered a German woman's vagina.

Please start drugs again - I'm scared.

Oh man, you haven't seen some of the shit I wrote when actually on drugs.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Please start drugs again - I'm scared.

Oh.

I think I'm going to cry in a corner for a while and beg for my mother.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Oh.

I think I'm going to cry in a corner for a while and beg for my mother.

I think I'll find some of those documents and translate them someday, posting the ones that are PG-13.

Holy fuck yeah, I think I've figured out my horror story entries for the contest.

[Prometheo]

NS Name: Prometheo (Prom , if ya like)
Character Name: Darius Lee
Age: 29
Personality: A bit of an asshole, but intelligent. Slow to talk around strangers, but is loyal and social to those he deems as friends.
Weakness/Flaws: Darius has a horrible temper, and is prone to "blackouts", basically running off and doing things he never remembers. He is also an alcoholic.
Powers:
History: Darius was born and raised in Texas, where he grew up with out-and-out cowboys. He left the ranch he lived, forsaking his inheritance, at age nineteen, and roamed all the way up from Louisiana to New York doing odd jobs as a hired hand. At age twenty-three, Darius met a girl by the name of Bella while in New Orleans. The two eloped, and got married. Darius managed to scrape enough money up every month to support them in a small apartment on the wrong side of Dallas. When Bella was killed as a bystander in a robbery five years later, Darius fled Dallas in grief and moved to Las Angeles, where he played the guitar for money and lived in a small vehicle until the present.
Appearance: Long brown hair, hazel eyes, as well as a Jack Daniels cowboy hat he rarely lets out of his sight. 5'11, with an athletic build. A scar runs along his jaw-line, from his right ear to his chinm where his brother once tore him open with a scythe while playing in the shed.
Weapons: Large combat knife, and a large revolver.
RP Sample:

- Darius sat in the shade of a palm, playing a six string acoustic guitar and singing in a rough, though pleasing, voice to those who passed him on the sidewalk. A pair of young girls, clad in bikini tops and cut-off shorts gazed at him as they sauntered by. Darius winked, tipping his hat and strumming a few chords. An unlit cigarette hung from his mouth, and he lit it with a silver zippo bearing the word "EVIL" scratched into the case. The feel of the revolver against his hip made him feel at peace. The fifth of jack he had in him may also have had a part in his good spirits. Gathering up his things, Darius began striding down the street, humming and puffing contentedly on his cigarette. Turning the corner, he almost bumped into a tall, lanky male. The smell of chemicals rose pungently from the other man.
"'scuse me," Darius muttered, moving to pass the stranger. After a few steps Darius threw a look over his shoulder, and saw that the man was turned the fully opposite direction he was moving, and was now standing feet apart, fists clenched, glaring at Darius.
The look in his eyes was one Darius had seen many times on the road. It was easy to spot a tweaker, especially when they were tweaking. And, boy, was this one tweaking. Darius turned and kept walking, adjusting the six string across his back.
"Hey.. hey, MAN. Hey! I wanna talk to you." Darius quickened his pace, until he heard the heavy slap of footsteps behind him. Turning again, he faced the man full on. The stranger now had a knife in his hand, and was working to bare it at Darius and conceal it at the same time. It was almost comical.
"I wanna TALK with YOU, MAN. About your FINANCES, yeah." He spoke with a northern accent. Perhaps Maine, or one of the New England states. Darius shrugged off his six-string, and reached for his six-shooter in its holster, concealed by his shirt.
"Easy, man, EASY. Reach in your pocket slow, yeah, and pull out that wad, rocker boy, pull out that wad and lemme see--"
By the time the junky noticed that it was a gun and not a wallet Darius had pulled, the hammer was already cocked back, the barrel pointed lazily at he tweaker's narrow chest.
"Run, yankee boy." Darius said softly.
He didn't get far.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You should edit the OP to "Closed until Arc 3".

[Nationstatelandsville]

You should edit the OP to "Closed until Arc 3".

True.

[Prometheo]

Well, I suppose thats for Arc 3, then.

[Nationstatelandsville]

From here on in, the rest of the plot is basically a giant explosion inside of another, larger explosion.

Not everyone escapes the fury of the double explosion.

...I'm really tired.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

From here on in, the rest of the plot is basically a giant explosion inside of another, larger explosion.

Not everyone escapes the fury of the double explosion.

...I'm really tired.

Hold on ten minutes. I'm translating the sacrifice bit of the story.

Trust me, doing that is a bitch.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

With all this recent death and group-shifting, I think I'm going to go and make sure who (If anyone) is still with Fred right now.

EDIT: Just rick.

Wow. >.>.

[Nationstatelandsville]

With all this recent death and group-shifting, I think I'm going to go and make sure who (If anyone) is still with Fred right now.

EDIT: Just rick.

Wow. >.>.

Yeah.

Don't worry, the two groups will come back together soon.

I kind-of want to write an one-shot about three Calacas shoved in a Ford Pinto that only goes about 30 MPH.

[Nationstatelandsville]

In re-reading the IC, I think I just figured out Peter's riddle.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

In re-reading the IC, I think I just figured out Peter's riddle.

You actually read the IC in the first place?

Jesus man.

[Nationstatelandsville]

In re-reading the IC, I think I just figured out Peter's riddle.

You actually read the IC in the first place?

Jesus man.

Well, yes, I do have a stake in it, after all.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You actually read the IC in the first place?

Jesus man.

Well, yes, I do have a stake in it, after all.

What kind of OP would actually read the IC?

That's just unnatural.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Well, yes, I do have a stake in it, after all.

What kind of OP would actually read the IC?

That's just unnatural.

I must be a monster.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

What kind of OP would actually read the IC?

That's just unnatural.

I must be a monster.

That's a synonym for Mexican then?

[Nationstatelandsville]

Well, yes, I do have a stake in it, after all.

What kind of OP would actually read the IC?

That's just unnatural.

In his free time, when there's no posts.

What kind of OP would actually read the IC?

That's just unnatural.

I must be a monster.

Well, I mean, and I hate to be the ones who says this, but not shit, Mexicano.

I must be a monster.

That's a synonym for Mexican then?

Damn ninjas.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

...

You two...

Dissappoint me.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

...

You two...

Dissappoint me.

You spelled "disappoint" wrong.

[Nationstatelandsville]

...

You two...

Dissappoint me.

You spelled "disappoint" wrong.

Unless its a pun on "diss".

[Zarkenis Ultima]

You spelled "disappoint" wrong.

Unless its a pun on "diss".

Not really, I simply always spell it that way due to not knowing better.