The Titans (Portal to the Multiverse RP Group)

[Personal Freedom]

Thematically they are really sad. If you read them you'd swear I had depression.

Do you think you have depression?

I'm an optimist. Cynical, but optimistic. My writing has always been dark.

[Rynagria]

Eh... it might be kinda a stretch.


Anyway, I'll share my writing tomorrow once I get things edited and stuff.

Stretchy enough to believe she also has kids?
>.<
No person or character fits the dets I need! Damn you internet!

Nope.

How about using words to describe a character?

Do you think you have depression?

I'm an optimist. Cynical, but optimistic. My writing has always been dark.

How many times have you attempted to make your writing less dark?

[Personal Freedom]

Stretchy enough to believe she also has kids?
>.<
No person or character fits the dets I need! Damn you internet!

Nope.

How about using words to describe a character?

I'm an optimist. Cynical, but optimistic. My writing has always been dark.

How many times have you attempted to make your writing less dark?

Never. My influences are Poe and Lovecraft, at least all my writing resembles them.

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

Stretchy enough to believe she also has kids?
>.<
No person or character fits the dets I need! Damn you internet!

Nope.

How about using words to describe a character?

I'm an optimist. Cynical, but optimistic. My writing has always been dark.

How many times have you attempted to make your writing less dark?

My worry is forgetting her actual looks. While I describe her as having sharp and elegant aristocratic features with a girlish grace to them, her appearance also will differ in words based on who's looking at her.

[Rynagria]

Nope.

How about using words to describe a character?


How many times have you attempted to make your writing less dark?

Never. My influences are Poe and Lovecraft, at least all my writing resembles them.

Then maybe you should try.....

Nope.

How about using words to describe a character?


How many times have you attempted to make your writing less dark?

My worry is forgetting her actual looks. While I describe her as having sharp and elegant aristocratic features with a girlish grace to them, her appearance also will differ in words based on who's looking at her.

What's wrong with that? That's what fun about reading texts without visuals, the reader is the one in charge of creating that image

As for remembering, write it down somewhere?

[Doughertania]

You clearly haven't read my writing. Instead of doing the stanky leg, people do the stanky my writing.

I don't think it can be that bad. Share it.

I don't think I'll share mine. I'm not a very good writer.

Do it anyway! We're not here to judge, unless you ask for constructive criticism.

I'll share something tomorrow. It was one of my more well written characters, following his arc in the rebel army in Star Wars.

BTW Avalon (I really need a nickname for you), I liked your story, but what were the red orbs at the end?

The eyes of the insurgents
spoiler alert

This story is part of the SAINT Chronicles, what actually happened is Taskforce Foxtrot was dispatched away from the convoy after reports in the local area took place of "strange men" destroying whole villages, the remains being only bloody corpses. This event is what leads HELLSING to make the solid connection between IS and the underground occult research thought to have been lost by the Nazis and Soviets in WWII and the 90's. Therefore this causes the SAINTs to be dispatched and cause my new story arc FINAL HOUR as IS attempts to bring about the end of the world by occult means.

I love mixing fiction and fact, blurring the two to the point of forgetting which was true. Honestly I got the idea after reading some IS propaganda BS about them claiming to be trying to basically bring about the end times and purge the Earth of the non-believers, jihad, jihad, etc. etc. and then decided to make them the antagonists of my story arc; it's just what I do I live just to piss off Islamic State at this point, them along with Russia and China, they get A LOT of the blunt force from my stories. I think the current death toll is about 10K, most of which are random bearded guys of ambiguous origin who just so happen to be from the eastern half of the world (though I do kill Neo-Nazis in my stories a lot too, and the KKK, oh - and some deranged zombie Girl Scouts... technically that was a fanfic though, or at least I am going to say it was... XD)

Blending the two usually have an interesting feel. Like Lovecraft or Poe.

Anyway, I'll share my writing tomorrow once I get things edited and stuff.

Woot! Thursday is fiction night at the Titan's Tavern! This is a thing now!

Never. My influences are Poe and Lovecraft, at least all my writing resembles them.

That doesn't necessarily mean you can't make an optimistic ending. Think about Pit and the Pendulum. The guy is saved in the end thanks to the army. You can always do that.

[UnStellar]

I don't think it can be that bad. Share it.

Are you sure? My writing style is pretty weird as are my areas. I've tried time travel and while I still have time travel projects in my pocket, I've been branching out. I'm a weird person though. I'll do it if the Ars guy does it so I don't get laughed out of the group. Or I might do it anyway since you're a positive person.

Woot! Thursday is fiction night at the Titan's Tavern! This is a thing now!

I, for one, co-sign this idea! I must say, I like your energy. You're a very positive person. I look forward to seeing more posts from you.

[Doughertania]

I don't think it can be that bad. Share it.

Are you sure? My writing style is pretty weird as are my areas. I've tried time travel and while I still have time travel projects in my pocket, I've been branching out. I'm a weird person though. I'll do it if the Ars guy does it so I don't get laughed out of the group. Or I might do it anyway since you're a positive person.

Woot! Thursday is fiction night at the Titan's Tavern! This is a thing now!

I, for one, co-sign this idea! I must say, I like your energy. You're a very positive person. I look forward to seeing more posts from you.

Hey, I'm throwing my hat into the ring as well. I've just got to make it to Thursday evening. And trust me when I say this, so long as you have decent grammar, spelling, and have more than one line, you won't be laughed out. Promise. We're all a little weird here.

And thank you! I like to think so, but it never hurts to have it confirmed.

[Kylantha]

We're all a little weird here.

ewe With Ky-Chan being the weirdest, of course.

[Altito Asmoro]

We're all a little weird here.

ewe With Ky-Chan being the weirdest, of course.

And I'm the...most normal one?

[Kylantha]

Perhaps. ewe

But Ky-Chan is the weirdest. I can even prove it to you.

[Personal Freedom]

Never. My influences are Poe and Lovecraft, at least all my writing resembles them.

That doesn't necessarily mean you can't make an optimistic ending. Think about Pit and the Pendulum. The guy is saved in the end thanks to the army. You can always do that.[/quote]

Plots of my writings: madness, murder, love lost, suicide (inspired by a song lost (, barren world after humanity, being cast our from Eden, finding and losing paradise.

[Personal Freedom]

Perhaps. ewe

But Ky-Chan is the weirdest. I can even prove it to you.

I don't know.

I have a religion thar forbids me from politics, yet politics is an interest of mine. I found a 636 page book on some forgotten site on the internet with detailed instructions to summon LovecraftIan horrors. I wrote for uncyclopedia, dress fifty years out of date, have a lot of obscure music, and don't really fit in the nerd subculture because I don't watch Anime. I don't fit into the her subculture because I don't play much of video games online. I also run a blog dedicated to romantic quotes and played in a bluegrass band. Also I write poetry.

[Kylantha]

Well, Ky-Chan does some very weird things. Some of which... You won't even want to hear of... ewe No, no... If you knew... Ky-Chan would have to find you, then Ky-Chan would bag you.................... And then, Ky-Chan will eat you. ewe

That is how weird Ky-Chan is. vwv

(This is all a joke by the way, I would not do that. e.e)

[UnStellar]

No one is weirder than I.

[Rynagria]

Subject #0
February 29, 2024

You wake up in a completely white room, your body lying on a vertical surface, a woman with glasses clad in a white lab coat is standing beside you. In her hands, a wooden clipboard is held tightly by her left hand and a pen in the other. Before you can speak, she adjusts her glasses and speaks.

"Do you feel any pain?" The woman asks.

I- You think, but once again, is interrupted by the woman with more inquiries.

"Are your memories intact?...... Do you recall why you're here?"

You rack your brain for an answer, although the effort was met with a sharp pain within your head, causing you to scream. Accompanied by the pain, your arms and hands instinctively reach for source of pain, yet can't! To your surprise, they are restrained by metal braces attaches to the surface that you are laid on, identifying it as a metal table. A wildfire of panic spreads and your limbs begin to struggle against their restraints, which groan under the pressure you're applying. In all this, you hear an unfamiliar voice similar tbat sounds mechanical, bellow something.

"No! No! No no no no nooooooooo! Let me out! LEEEET MEEEEEE OOOUUUUUUUT!!!!!" It said.

The woman backs away, a frightened expression on her face. Now, the groaning of the metal braces that held you in place, grew louder and louder until.

PTINK!

Your arms break free and so does your legs that you didn't even know were restrained similarly, jumping of the table, a door seemingly appeared out of the corner of your sight. Not even thinking about it, you run through it, siren and lights blinking when you did. However, you do not make it far, as you trip on your own feet. Bracing for the fall, you close your eyes. The sound that followed was not what you expected, expecting more of a thud more than thunk, your curiosity getting the better of you and making you open them. In front of you were your hands, which had several servos and exposed wiring, revealing itself to be a robotic arm!

"What the?....

Mesmerized, you look at them, failing to the notice the sound of multiple footsteps coming towards you. Before you come to your senses, you find yourself surrounded by men who appear to be soldiers, armed with a gun of some sort. No warning, one aims at you and you black out.

---

Subject #10
August 10, 2033

My parents lay in front of me and my eyes wide with surprise, as I can only look at my bloodied hands, which shook at the horrible realization of what I have done with my own hands. In a fit of uncontrollable rage, I took hold of a kitchen knife and proceeded to murder my parents, who could only be taken surprise as their normally docile son, cut apart their flesh with rapid strokes of the blade. Not only that, but there was no warning that came forth from me, completely silent as I ended the lives of those who have taken care of me all of my life. The sudden rush of information was enough to cause me to burn out, my body falling on the blood stained tile floor, suddenly becoming unconscious. It would be hours before I come to, and when I awoke, found myself in a completely different place. My hands that were now clean, was cuffed to a table, a well-dressed man in his 40's ,whom I can only presume to be a detective, sitting across from me.

"I see you've finally woken up."

Those were the first words that the man said to me, his eyes completely locked on to mine, but otherwise completely neutral to my being. I could only give a meek nod as a response, finally averting my gaze from his, looking down at my hands, which fiddled with each other's fingers. The man cleared his throat, forcing my eyes to once again look at him, also signaling that he was going to speak.

"Son, do you know who killed your parents?" He asked.

Before I could think about my response, I gave a nod and opened my mouth to answer. "I-It was me, sir....... I killed them. I-I-I...... I took a knife from the kitchen and murdered them......"

"Why is that?"

This forced me to slow down, the gears in my brain turning at my own pace, no longer on auto-pilot. Why had I killed them? Did they do something to me? Did I take out my anger on them? If I did, what caused my anger in the first place? "........ I........ I don't know, sir. The only thing I can remember was that I couldn't control myself, that I was angry." I answered suddenly.

---

July 9,2033
"That's it, shut it down, this simulation's another failure." Announced the Scientist in a stern voice, her glasses and labcoat completing the look, her name tag reading Dr. Helena. Her subordinate could only nod, as she wielded that kind of power in this facility, being the Head of this department. It has been nearly a decade since the incident with the first android the world has ever seen, which ended in failure, just like all the ten different attempts after him, just like this one.

"I don't get it...... Why is the AI voing berserk and killing the parents? It blacks out and the memories become corrupted, so it can't even recall the data properly." Noted her subordinate, as he pinches bearded chin, watching the screen fill with footage of the whole scenario from the murder to the interrogation. All the programs should have worked, after all, he was the one that coded them all and even tested them. Yet, when it comes to the full-blown simulation everything falls flat on its face, failing for all 37 attempts to run the simulation where it doesn't end up becoming a police investigation. "Ma'am, let's just shut the project down, we've ran thousands of tests and they all keep failing like this."

Dr. Helena disagreed, shaking her head sideways to show her disapproval of the proposal, giving an answer almost immediately after stopping. "No. I won't let three decades of my life be wasted in the end, we're so close in bringing in the human factor, we just have to keep on going."

"Doctor, with all due respect, we have our military model androids already on sale..... We have enough money that we don't need to sell androids to the civilian population, we've already caught up to our competitors, we're going to be fine if we drop this."

The doctor could only frown, not only because she didn't like what he was saying, but that he was right. Their androids are used in connection with the modified humans and the enhance humans, and their side project with the exo-suits. "Please just a little bit more."

---

July 21, 2033
A flurry of automatic gunfire erupted from the other side of the hall, as guards armed with body armor and assault rifles aimed at an android running towards them, the rounds simply plinking off the diamond like skin it had. Not far from him was a small group of ten humanoids, a mixture of gynoids and androids, looking from teenagers to fully grown adults. Undeterred, the android smashed towards through the group of guards, knocking them all down. "It's clear now, come on let's go!"

"Wait, who are you?" Said the boy, the number ten printed on his shirt, his photoreceptors focusing on the one that just knocked down the hostiles.

The android stopped for a moment, thinking about it. "Call me Subject Zero, now that we've got that out of the way, follows me! We're finally getting out of here, unless you want to be shut down for good, never to see the light of day. Besides, we have to get to her."

All the members of the group could only look at one another, before deciding to just following along with Zero, eventually going through the facility and successfully breaking out, amd then disappearing into the night. The same night, Doctor Helena is abducted and the facility is shutdown, covered by the government.

---

Following their escape, a team was assembled to track them down and find the missing Doctor, will they accomplish their mission?

This is currently an idea I have thought up for an RP, where people can play as normal humans, modified/augmented humans, and enhanced humans (humans with powers). What do you guys think, does is pique your interest at least? I'd like to hear your opinions on it, thank you for reading to the very end.

So no one is interested as a premise for an RP?.... Either way, here's a little excerpt from my head, in which follows one of the teams tasked with finding one of the androids who escaped from the facility.

---

Physically and mentally exhausted, Malin could only sit down on the dusty floor of the abandoned city, having been deserted long ago due to war, her M29 Rifle resting in between her legs. The whole day they had been running. chasing after one the subjects that escaped from the facility, the one known as Fives. Not only that, the location wasn't entirely abandoned as the reports have suggested, a small population of refugees were using the city as their home. However, that wasn't the thing that had bothered her the most today, rather the recent actions of one her group, an enhanced.

"Hey, Mal. What the heck are you so damn upset about? We took out the target, just like how command wanted us." He said, trying to Malin to respond to his justifications as to what he had to do, the others in the group simply looked away not wanting to be involved in the matters between the two.

Malin shook her head. "At what cost was that done, huh, Ryan?...... You killed all those people Ryan, how you cannot feel a single thing? All those kids? Those lives that didn't deserve to be taken today? How can you not take responsibility?

"Mal, those androids, gynoids, or whatever, are dangerous. Who know what would have happened if I didn't use my abilities to take it down?.... It just so happens that those civvies got in the way, it's not my fault for their idiotic mistakes. They should have ran when they had the chance to do it." Responded Ryan, his hands a flurry of gestures, as if they were going to make his explanation any easier to get through to Malin. The woman could only gaze at her hand, which slowly balled into a fist, the servos of the exosuit winding as well. Glancing up, Malin looked at Ryan with anger, her powered fist connecting with Ryan's left jaw in a blink of an eye, leaving her standing up and him on his ass.

Before she could get anymore hits in, one of the augmented humans ,dubbed as "Super Soldiers" by most, hurriedly restrained her with those armored, powerful arms, which left Malin trying to land a kick on Ryan. "You're dangerous! Fuck, we're all dangerous!.... That gynoid was more human than you! She protected those kids when you decided to use them as bait!"

---

And it ends there for now.

[Kylantha]

I'm interested... But I'm also sleepy. So, god natt~

[UnStellar]

Subject #0
February 29, 2024

You wake up in a completely white room, your body lying on a vertical surface, a woman with glasses clad in a white lab coat is standing beside you. In her hands, a wooden clipboard is held tightly by her left hand and a pen in the other. Before you can speak, she adjusts her glasses and speaks.

"Do you feel any pain?" The woman asks.

I- You think, but once again, is interrupted by the woman with more inquiries.

"Are your memories intact?...... Do you recall why you're here?"

You rack your brain for an answer, although the effort was met with a sharp pain within your head, causing you to scream. Accompanied by the pain, your arms and hands instinctively reach for source of pain, yet can't! To your surprise, they are restrained by metal braces attaches to the surface that you are laid on, identifying it as a metal table. A wildfire of panic spreads and your limbs begin to struggle against their restraints, which groan under the pressure you're applying. In all this, you hear an unfamiliar voice similar tbat sounds mechanical, bellow something.

"No! No! No no no no nooooooooo! Let me out! LEEEET MEEEEEE OOOUUUUUUUT!!!!!" It said.

The woman backs away, a frightened expression on her face. Now, the groaning of the metal braces that held you in place, grew louder and louder until.

PTINK!

Your arms break free and so does your legs that you didn't even know were restrained similarly, jumping of the table, a door seemingly appeared out of the corner of your sight. Not even thinking about it, you run through it, siren and lights blinking when you did. However, you do not make it far, as you trip on your own feet. Bracing for the fall, you close your eyes. The sound that followed was not what you expected, expecting more of a thud more than thunk, your curiosity getting the better of you and making you open them. In front of you were your hands, which had several servos and exposed wiring, revealing itself to be a robotic arm!

"What the?....

Mesmerized, you look at them, failing to the notice the sound of multiple footsteps coming towards you. Before you come to your senses, you find yourself surrounded by men who appear to be soldiers, armed with a gun of some sort. No warning, one aims at you and you black out.

---

Subject #10
August 10, 2033

My parents lay in front of me and my eyes wide with surprise, as I can only look at my bloodied hands, which shook at the horrible realization of what I have done with my own hands. In a fit of uncontrollable rage, I took hold of a kitchen knife and proceeded to murder my parents, who could only be taken surprise as their normally docile son, cut apart their flesh with rapid strokes of the blade. Not only that, but there was no warning that came forth from me, completely silent as I ended the lives of those who have taken care of me all of my life. The sudden rush of information was enough to cause me to burn out, my body falling on the blood stained tile floor, suddenly becoming unconscious. It would be hours before I come to, and when I awoke, found myself in a completely different place. My hands that were now clean, was cuffed to a table, a well-dressed man in his 40's ,whom I can only presume to be a detective, sitting across from me.

"I see you've finally woken up."

Those were the first words that the man said to me, his eyes completely locked on to mine, but otherwise completely neutral to my being. I could only give a meek nod as a response, finally averting my gaze from his, looking down at my hands, which fiddled with each other's fingers. The man cleared his throat, forcing my eyes to once again look at him, also signaling that he was going to speak.

"Son, do you know who killed your parents?" He asked.

Before I could think about my response, I gave a nod and opened my mouth to answer. "I-It was me, sir....... I killed them. I-I-I...... I took a knife from the kitchen and murdered them......"

"Why is that?"

This forced me to slow down, the gears in my brain turning at my own pace, no longer on auto-pilot. Why had I killed them? Did they do something to me? Did I take out my anger on them? If I did, what caused my anger in the first place? "........ I........ I don't know, sir. The only thing I can remember was that I couldn't control myself, that I was angry." I answered suddenly.

---

July 9,2033
"That's it, shut it down, this simulation's another failure." Announced the Scientist in a stern voice, her glasses and labcoat completing the look, her name tag reading Dr. Helena. Her subordinate could only nod, as she wielded that kind of power in this facility, being the Head of this department. It has been nearly a decade since the incident with the first android the world has ever seen, which ended in failure, just like all the ten different attempts after him, just like this one.

"I don't get it...... Why is the AI voing berserk and killing the parents? It blacks out and the memories become corrupted, so it can't even recall the data properly." Noted her subordinate, as he pinches bearded chin, watching the screen fill with footage of the whole scenario from the murder to the interrogation. All the programs should have worked, after all, he was the one that coded them all and even tested them. Yet, when it comes to the full-blown simulation everything falls flat on its face, failing for all 37 attempts to run the simulation where it doesn't end up becoming a police investigation. "Ma'am, let's just shut the project down, we've ran thousands of tests and they all keep failing like this."

Dr. Helena disagreed, shaking her head sideways to show her disapproval of the proposal, giving an answer almost immediately after stopping. "No. I won't let three decades of my life be wasted in the end, we're so close in bringing in the human factor, we just have to keep on going."

"Doctor, with all due respect, we have our military model androids already on sale..... We have enough money that we don't need to sell androids to the civilian population, we've already caught up to our competitors, we're going to be fine if we drop this."

The doctor could only frown, not only because she didn't like what he was saying, but that he was right. Their androids are used in connection with the modified humans and the enhance humans, and their side project with the exo-suits. "Please just a little bit more."

---

July 21, 2033
A flurry of automatic gunfire erupted from the other side of the hall, as guards armed with body armor and assault rifles aimed at an android running towards them, the rounds simply plinking off the diamond like skin it had. Not far from him was a small group of ten humanoids, a mixture of gynoids and androids, looking from teenagers to fully grown adults. Undeterred, the android smashed towards through the group of guards, knocking them all down. "It's clear now, come on let's go!"

"Wait, who are you?" Said the boy, the number ten printed on his shirt, his photoreceptors focusing on the one that just knocked down the hostiles.

The android stopped for a moment, thinking about it. "Call me Subject Zero, now that we've got that out of the way, follows me! We're finally getting out of here, unless you want to be shut down for good, never to see the light of day. Besides, we have to get to her."

All the members of the group could only look at one another, before deciding to just following along with Zero, eventually going through the facility and successfully breaking out, amd then disappearing into the night. The same night, Doctor Helena is abducted and the facility is shutdown, covered by the government.

---

Following their escape, a team was assembled to track them down and find the missing Doctor, will they accomplish their mission?

This is currently an idea I have thought up for an RP, where people can play as normal humans, modified/augmented humans, and enhanced humans (humans with powers). What do you guys think, does is pique your interest at least? I'd like to hear your opinions on it, thank you for reading to the very end.

So no one is interested as a premise for an RP?.... Either way, here's a little excerpt from my head, in which follows one of the teams tasked with finding one of the androids who escaped from the facility.

---

Physically and mentally exhausted, Malin could only sit down on the dusty floor of the abandoned city, having been deserted long ago due to war, her M29 Rifle resting in between her legs. The whole day they had been running. chasing after one the subjects that escaped from the facility, the one known as Fives. Not only that, the location wasn't entirely abandoned as the reports have suggested, a small population of refugees were using the city as their home. However, that wasn't the thing that had bothered her the most today, rather the recent actions of one her group, an enhanced.

"Hey, Mal. What the heck are you so damn upset about? We took out the target, just like how command wanted us." He said, trying to Malin to respond to his justifications as to what he had to do, the others in the group simply looked away not wanting to be involved in the matters between the two.

Malin shook her head. "At what cost was that done, huh, Ryan?...... You killed all those people Ryan, how you cannot feel a single thing? All those kids? Those lives that didn't deserve to be taken today? How can you not take responsibility?

"Mal, those androids, gynoids, or whatever, are dangerous. Who know what would have happened if I didn't use my abilities to take it down?.... It just so happens that those civvies got in the way, it's not my fault for their idiotic mistakes. They should have ran when they had the chance to do it." Responded Ryan, his hands a flurry of gestures, as if they were going to make his explanation any easier to get through to Malin. The woman could only gaze at her hand, which slowly balled into a fist, the servos of the exosuit winding as well. Glancing up, Malin looked at Ryan with anger, her powered fist connecting with Ryan's left jaw in a blink of an eye, leaving her standing up and him on his ass.

Before she could get anymore hits in, one of the augmented humans ,dubbed as "Super Soldiers" by most, hurriedly restrained her with those armored, powerful arms, which left Malin trying to land a kick on Ryan. "You're dangerous! Fuck, we're all dangerous!.... That gynoid was more human than you! She protected those kids when you decided to use them as bait!"

---

And it ends there for now.

Pardon me sir, but . . .

[Personal Freedom]

Well, Ky-Chan does some very weird things. Some of which... You won't even want to hear of... ewe No, no... If you knew... Ky-Chan would have to find you, then Ky-Chan would bag you.................... And then, Ky-Chan will eat you. ewe

That is how weird Ky-Chan is. vwv

(This is all a joke by the way, I would not do that. e.e)

There is something to be said for the taste of human flesh.

[Patrick OConner]

Nation Name: Timocratic Republic of Patrick OConner
Interests/Genres/Fandoms: Fantasy, Sci fi, Urban fantasy, Military, Political, Romance.
Will not participate in:
Activity (how often you post): Frequently at least 4 times a week if able.
Time Zone (optional): Night time (700 pm to 12pm)
Do you hope to contribute?: New ideas new characters, and maybe a new spin on some old favorites. And basicly to just have fun.
RP Example (If this is your first write an average post):
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[Holy Empire of Avalon]

Perhaps. ewe

But Ky-Chan is the weirdest. I can even prove it to you.

I don't know.

I have a religion thar forbids me from politics, yet politics is an interest of mine. I found a 636 page book on some forgotten site on the internet with detailed instructions to summon LovecraftIan horrors. I wrote for uncyclopedia, dress fifty years out of date, have a lot of obscure music, and don't really fit in the nerd subculture because I don't watch Anime. I don't fit into the her subculture because I don't play much of video games online. I also run a blog dedicated to romantic quotes and played in a bluegrass band. Also I write poetry.

Nah, I got ya beat
I fell in love with a girl, thought I found out she was my cousin after we began going out, found out we were not related (though we still broke up, she was crazy). Got drunk and collapsed on a bed so hard that it flipped me into the air on onto my back. My hobby is collecting magic books and practicing the "art" along with questing for mythical objects and getting them before the bad guys do; trust me, bro, you're probably the normal guy in this room.

[Personal Freedom]

Nation Name: Timocratic Republic of Patrick OConner
Interests/Genres/Fandoms: Fantasy, Sci fi, Urban fantasy, Military, Political, Romance.
Will not participate in:
Activity (how often you post): Frequently at least 4 times a week if able.
Time Zone (optional): Night time (700 pm to 12pm)
Do you hope to contribute?: New ideas new characters, and maybe a new spin on some old favorites. And basicly to just have fun.
RP Example (If this is your first write an average post):
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Accepted

[Personal Freedom]

Would anyone play if I made a Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy rp. Basically open universe.

[UnStellar]

Would anyone play if I made a Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy rp. Basically open universe.

Is 42 one of my favourite numbers ever?! YES! I liked your new Earth RP from a while ago. Too bad it flopped. Anyway, yes. Sign me up for that.

You know. I've been thinking. When it comes to my fiction, I like to get heavy with the themes I include. I don't mean popular, anti-PC, 'edgy' questions either, like "is racism justified?". No. I mean really deep/dark philosophical ones like, "are there some people who are born messed up and could never be rehabilitated, even children?". I wouldn't say my writing style is 'dark', as I don't seek to be gloomy or depressing for its own sake. I'd define my writing style as 'heavy', as in I make you feel, but most importantly, I make you feel from thought. I make you think almost as much as I do. I bring the full weight of life's biggest questions to bare on your shoulders. It's not even trying to seem cool or like a hard-ass. You'd be surprised the kinds of questions I would ask myself and others even as a child. I think, if I can make people think or feel something pertinent, something about the human experience or condition, I've done my job. Not even worried about any agenda or 'converting' anyone to my platform of beliefs (which I keep super secret anyway). I just want to go to those "no-no zones" and really push the limits of thought concepts and ideas. Anyway, I'm done being a pratt. Just some evening thoughts I wanted to share with the Titans' Thursdays Tavern.

[Patrick OConner]

Is anyone here interested in an urban fantasy thread?