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Postby Liriena » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:51 pm

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Liriena wrote:You bastard! You know I can't afford a plane ticket to Maryland! :P

Just hitch a ride with some mexicans *nod*

Hey, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican! We Argies don't jump fences...we bribe the fences' guards
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Postby Condunum » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:52 pm

Liriena wrote:
Condunum wrote:Just hitch a ride with some mexicans *nod*

Hey, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican! We Argies don't jump fences...we bribe the fences' guards

:lol2:
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Postby Nightkill the Emperor » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:53 pm

Liriena wrote:Microsoft flip-flops on their Xbox One policies...the cowardly dipshits.

Also: I love the new OOC, Night...but...the character and one-shot rosters need a small update, don't they? :P

Indeed.

By the way, I removed Charisma as a stat.
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Postby Individuality-ness » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:53 pm

Liriena wrote:
Condunum wrote:Just hitch a ride with some mexicans *nod*

Hey, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican! We Argies don't jump fences...we bribe the fences' guards

:lol2: Just sneak into a package of cocaine, can't be too hard, right? :P
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Postby Liriena » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:54 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:
Liriena wrote:Microsoft flip-flops on their Xbox One policies...the cowardly dipshits.

Also: I love the new OOC, Night...but...the character and one-shot rosters need a small update, don't they? :P

Indeed.

By the way, I removed Charisma as a stat.


I'll get that shit sorted out...someday. I feel lazy tonight. :P
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Postby Condunum » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:54 pm

Liriena wrote:Microsoft flip-flops on their Xbox One policies...the cowardly dipshits.

Eh?
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Postby Liriena » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:55 pm

Individuality-ness wrote:
Liriena wrote:Hey, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican! We Argies don't jump fences...we bribe the fences' guards

:lol2: Just sneak into a package of cocaine, can't be too hard, right? :P


Cocaine? Again, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican. We don't smuggle cocaine. We smuggle tons of 500 Euros bills.
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Postby Condunum » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:56 pm

Nightkill the Emperor wrote:By the way, I removed Charisma as a stat.

I'll change Takao's app and retoast it here.
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Condunum wrote:
Liriena wrote:Microsoft flip-flops on their Xbox One policies...the cowardly dipshits.

Eh?


No more DRM, online check-ins or restrictions on used games...if you download a "day one update".

They've gone from a 0 in integrity to a -10 :P
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Postby Condunum » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:58 pm

I also added the last two Magic points i didn't use to skill points, because I remember you saying that was possible. If not, no biggy.

Name: Takao Shuichi
Age (Actual): 24
Age (Appears): 26
Race: Human
Appearance (Picture or good description): This.
Powergrid/Powers:
Intelligence: 3
Strength: 6
Durability: 3
Speed: 3
Fighting Skill: 7
Magic:
Healing: 5
Elemental Fighting Magic: 3 - While he isn't helpless with an unenchanted weapon, he makes an effort to blend the elements with his technique. Usually, this means he'll hurl sharp, piecing blades of air, sweeping strikes of fire or something else to that nature. It's not always very effective, but within a rather decent range (let's say 100 meters) he can make an impact on his target, although his effective range is a bit less than 50 meters.

Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): People. Takao is not a people person, but he is bound by code to always defend those in need. As a result, he's hindered by the weak or those in distress.

Personality:
Takao is a reserved individual, only spending enough time with people to get an idea of that they are like. He isn't cold or anything, he just isn't a people person. Regardless of this, he will never try to get far from a group, choosing to stay quiet and observe. He's also compassionate, in that he is more than willing to come to the aid of someone who needs his help. Usually, this means he has to kill something. Oh, and he doesn't particularly enjoy death. In fact, any time he kills, he makes a note to pray, and atone for his sins against the spirit of another being.


History:
Takao is a Samurai from the late Japanese empire, around the time of the reformation era. In the middle of a conter-revolution battle while fighting on the side of the emperor, Takao was trapped in what was essentially a time chamber by a demon. Shortly after, at least to him, he suddenly found himself in modern day Tokyo. On the verge of a panick attack, he fled the demonic looking city, only to be found by someone who recognized his potential, and although he wasn't necessarily young, he could benefit from schooling. After a year of learning English at a surprisingly quick rate, he was brought to Elfen High.


Takao was born in 1847 as Bontenmaru to a Samurai and his wife. His father was a drunk and his mother a whore. There, backstory.

At the age of five, Takao began rigorous training to become a Samurai. Being part of the Fujiwara clan, it was expected of him to be a fierce Samurai, and loyal to the emperor at all times, and this meant indoctrination into the cult of personality at a young age. His physical training began at the age of six, once he'd proven himself within the presence of the Emperor that he was loyal to his master. Within two years, he'd broken thirty bones, most of which he was told to ignore, for Samurai never complain. He was taught he was to become the best of the best, and he truly believed that. At 14, Takao was declared a man, and officially given the name Takao, meaning hero, or gentleman, due to his kindhearted and genuinely caring nature towards all who he did not fight. Not one year later, he proved himself worthy of the name when he saved his teacher from certain death at the hands of a few paid assassins from a clan which rivaled his teacher's, but not his own. This, in turn, started a feud between his clan and said clan, which ended with said clan being reduced to a minor peasant family.

At the age of 18, Takao had reached a level of his training which his teacher could rightfully call him a Samurai, and he was bestowed a traditional Kimono. Two years later, he would see this Kimono burned as his teacher's final message to him that he was no longer welcome in the dojo. He'd sworn his allegiance to the Emperor, and his teacher chose the Shogunate over the Emperor. A mere six months later, he'd see his teacher's heart pierced by his sword on the battlefield.

Four years later, Takao was a successful Samurai, an honored member of his clan and a very wealthy noble, one of few who still participated in battle. His success could be attributed to becoming the protector of what his clan called the 'Emperor's Fury', a sword which he would not use until his own was rendered useless. That year, he was transported from the middle of a battlefield to modern day Japan, where he would be found by a team of scientists and taught basic knowledge he would need to operate in society (or at least some) and then sent on a short tour around the world before being placed in Elfen High.
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Postby Individuality-ness » Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:59 pm

Liriena wrote:
Individuality-ness wrote: :lol2: Just sneak into a package of cocaine, can't be too hard, right? :P

Cocaine? Again, I'm an Argie, not a Mexican. We don't smuggle cocaine. We smuggle tons of 500 Euros bills.

I thought you guys would be bribing your way to the drug lords. My mistake. :P
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Postby Condunum » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:00 am

Liriena wrote:
Condunum wrote:Eh?


No more DRM, online check-ins or restrictions on used games...if you download a "day one update".

They've gone from a 0 in integrity to a -10 :P

...That was always the plan, though.

The DRM issue was a mistranslated attempt to explain what they were allowing publishers to do. DRM is at the hands of the publisher. And the online check-ins were something I think should be kept, although slightly altered, because it's necessary for moving to a no third-party distributor market. Meaning Gamespot not stealing out of the pockets of consumers and publishers alike.
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Postby Liriena » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:02 am

Condunum wrote:
Liriena wrote:
No more DRM, online check-ins or restrictions on used games...if you download a "day one update".

They've gone from a 0 in integrity to a -10 :P

...That was always the plan, though.

The DRM issue was a mistranslated attempt to explain what they were allowing publishers to do. DRM is at the hands of the publisher. And the online check-ins were something I think should be kept, although slightly altered, because it's necessary for moving to a no third-party distributor market. Meaning Gamespot not stealing out of the pockets of consumers and publishers alike.


Still like the PS4 more. :P
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Postby Condunum » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:03 am

Liriena wrote:
Condunum wrote:...That was always the plan, though.

The DRM issue was a mistranslated attempt to explain what they were allowing publishers to do. DRM is at the hands of the publisher. And the online check-ins were something I think should be kept, although slightly altered, because it's necessary for moving to a no third-party distributor market. Meaning Gamespot not stealing out of the pockets of consumers and publishers alike.


Still like the PS4 more. :P

Well, that's your choice. Personally, I like the idea of completely online markets, and I want a steam-like market for console gaming. Microsoft is the only of the three that is making the necessary steps towards that.
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Postby Liriena » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:05 am

Here's all my stuff. :P

Marowit and Czernobog one-shot.
Supercalifuckyou


Marowit loved hot showers, but no shower could have ever made him feel as sexy and relaxed as a good bath in a proper bathtub, with lots of bubbles and a couple of scented candles. He had been practically purring as his body had slid beneath the boiling hot water, and a few minutes later he was on the edge of consciousness, his eyes half-closed and the air thick with steam.

He loved Czernobog's bathtub, that was for sure. It had been love at first sight, and Marowit would have thanked Czernobog for allowing him to use it...

"Mary! Your phone is ringing! And your ringtone sucks!" A voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, muffled by it, but still quite audible. The shouts almost drowned out the sound of Julie Andrews singing "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious".

...if only Czernobog wasn't so unpleasant to listen to, let alone converse with. Marowit completed the thought, groaning. He really wanted to stay in there for a while longer.

"Can't you answer it for me? Or are you already too high to speak properly?" He shouted, hands caressing his short black hair, soaked in that delectable warm water, and the other side of the door was silent for a few seconds. Evidently, Czernobog had answered.

That thought took a few breaths to sink in.

"Czernobog is answering my phone..." He whispered, hand dragged down to his lips as his dark eyes widened in horror.

"It's your cunt of a mother!" His alleged friend sounded quite amused as he spoke again, and the Wendish god of nightmares could easily picture him grinning like the sadistic bastard he was.

"Well, I'm busy! Tell her I'll call her back...next year!" He said, barely containing his urge to storm into the living room and bash Czernobog's head in. His two-and-a-half-millennia-old mother was practically deaf by now, so it was not a stretch to consider the possibility that she had not heard her son's friend call her a "cunt". Besides, a part of Marowit did think that the term "cunt" was appropiate for his mother. He did not exactly hate her, but after so many centuries, her demeanor had gone from "sweetly protective" to "Annie Wilks plus vodka", at least in Marowit's mind. Hopefully, she would forget about him being supposed to call her back, and he would be able to spend at least another decade without discussing his lack of a wife with her.

"Mrs. Wendish? Yeah...he doesn't want to talk to you...Well, because he thinks -and I agree with him- that you are an unlikable lard-arse, and he hopes you'll go fuck yourself somewhere in the near future, at least before your vagina becomes even drier than the Sahara desert."

The back of Marowit's head crashed against the back of the tub, mouth hanging open and jaw slack, and his hands were raised in the air in a gesture that could only have been translated as: Are you fucking serious?

"Why is he staying with me? Well, Mrs. Wendish, it should be quite obvious! Why, yes! I obviously am shagging your son, madam...Yes, he is paying for my hospitality with his androgynous body. You and I both know how much I adore flat-chested girls with dicks...Of course I'll be seeing you next Christmas...In fact, I'll bring the ham. Goodnight, mom...It was nice talking to you again."

Marowit shook his head, eyes rolling back and forth, from left to right, and full of disbelief. Sure, he expected Czernobog to fart in his mother's general direction, but never to this degree. Usually, Marowit treated his mother a lot better on the phone. Rather than call her an "unlikable lard-arse", he usually resorted to calling her something a bit softer, like "unpleasant old whale".

His thoughts, and the resigned gesticulations that accompanied them, were interrupted by a certain Asian man, with bright apple green eyes and honey-colored hair, bursting into the bathroom, shit-eating grin on his rosy lips. Marowit could have said something, in particular regarding the fact that he was naked and in the bathtub, but he was too distracted by Czernobog throwing Marowit's cellphone into the bathtub, right between his legs. Again.

"I definitely should hire you to be my secretary." Marowit said, before throwing a bottle of shampoo at the other. It exploded into a mess of thick blue liquid and glass shards as it crashed against the wall, but both men remained unfazed by the incident. A shampoo bottle was perhaps the most softcore thing they had thrown at each other these past few days.

"Well...I must confess I love your mother." The Black God declared with a content sigh, folding his arms over his chest, with an unopened bottle of sake dangling from two lithe fingers. "She's a terrific lady, really...and she definitely can tell when I'm being sarcastic."

"She raised me, remember?" Marowit interjected with absolute nonchalance, and he almost smirked a bit as he retrieved his phone, thoroughly ruined by the soapy water. "Besides, I've already told her that I'm living with a hopeless alcoholic, drug addict and whoremonger..."

"I'm not a whoremonger, you bitch." Czernobog half-chuckled, almost incapable of feigning a pout.

"Aww, don't pout!...I get veeeery sad when you pout, Chickaboo." Marowit's fake sad smile was the epitome of sardonic, and the kiss he blew towards Czernobog was the cherry on the top. "It was either 'whoremonger' or 'serial killer'...and my mother would never stop ranting and rambling if I told her I'm living with a guy who kills his victims with a spoon..."

Czernobog snorted.

"A spoon? Have you been surfing through my stash of snuff films again? Mary, you know daddy does not approve of you masturbating to those."

Marowit shrugged, his lips pursed.

"Your snuff stuff is...meh." Marowit's hand tilted from side to side, the flippancy quite evident in his expression. "I was eating cereals."

***


The voice of an annoying and very much drunk patron managed to cut through the cacophony of the crowded Japanese bar. "Barman! Bring us another bottle of sake!"

Marowit cringed from the increase in noise, his reading now thoroughly disturbed beyond all hope. He took a sip of his suspicious sweet red drink, sighing as his tongue was forced to endure the depressing taste of watered down alcohol. This was Czernobog's latest bras d'honneur to him, serving him excessively expensive drinks with little to no actual booze in them. It made Marowit wonder how his fellow god had managed to turn this stylish bar of his into a city-wide success.

The devil himself stood before him, behind the bar, spitting into a full bottle of sake with a smirk. It's definitely the customer service.

"And here I thought you'd piss in it." Marowit commented with a lopsided smile, then took another sip.

"Tch!" Was the response his "friend" gave him, before promptly licking the rim of the four glasses of wine another customer had asked for. "I'm a barman, Mary, not a waiter."

"I thought waiters put cockroaches in drinks, not urine." The black-haired one furrowed his brows, his fingers caressing the slightly fogged glass of his cup, licking the fruity sweetness of the drink off his lips.

"Mary-love, trust me...you're the only guy in whose drink I've ever left a living cockroach." The other said, faking flirtatiousness while eating a cherry and leaving the pit in a British customer's Martini. Marowit also noticed that the aforementioned beverage was stirred, not shaken.

"Aww...you say the sweetest things, Chickaboo." The Wend pinched Czernobog's cheeks and pulled hard, almost ripping the beautiful pale skin off before letting go. Throughout the short but excruciating ordeal, Czernobog was torn between whining and giggling, but once his "friend" was done with that torture, the Black God was quickly walking away, hips swinging seductively as he served the last few drinks of the night.

"Hey, faggot! I want more beer!" One old and extremely intoxicated man shouted from across the large main room, an empty bottle in his clumsy hands. Czernobog did not miss a bit.

"Well, I want a machine gun so that I can gun down assholes and Scientologists. Sadly, this is Japan, so you should consider yourself lucky and stop busting my ovaries, princess." He said with the most polite tone Marowit had ever heard, before nonchalantly sitting on the man's lap, an open bottle of beer in his hand. He grinned down at the aggressive customer, then took one massive gulp of the honey-colored liquid, nearly drinking the entire thing before loudly burping in the other's face.

"Now, do you want to fuck me and get over your repressed homosexual urges, sir? I'm a total top, but I can tell that your ugly, fat and wrinkly bottom has taken lots of poundings, so I don't think we'll have a problem there. Oh, by the way...I like recording all of my encounters with closet-cases and posting them online...including...!"

"Say Roquefort cheese!" Marowit's voice came from bar. He was holding his phone and pointing its camera at the man's confused face.

An instant later, his phone was taking a gorgeous, high definition picture of Shinjiro Aida, proudly homophobic politician and husband, getting the filthiest kiss ever posted on the internet from a chuckling Czernobog.

"There you go sir...You wanted more beer, and I gave you more beer. Remember to leave a big fat tip to the sexy bartender!" Czernobog laughed triumphant, ending another fun night of ruining the lives of fellow drunkards.

***


"More Everclear, Chickaboo?" Marowit offered, a bottle of the world's strongest beverage slowly pouring another shot.

"Yes, please...I want to get rid of the headache and the sour taste." Czernobog rubbed a bump in his head, the product of a surprisingly accurate and powerful punch delivered by his last victim of the night. The fight had ended with Marowit breaking a bottle of wine on the heads of both combatants, thus producing Czernobog a second bump, one that would probably stay with him for a week or so. He sighed, then gave his "friend" a stern look. "And no, that's not 'what she said'."

Marowit whined like a kicked puppy, pouting, with another bottle of wine in his hand, ready to attack again. "Oh, why must you be such a killjoy?"

"Because you love it." The blonde responded before drinking his Everclear in a single gulp. He barely cringed, or even furrow his brow, and the liquid seemed to have had no actual effect on him as he took this opportunity to lick and suckle on Marowit's hair like a curious kitten.

Marowit seemed unfazed by the action. "Of course I love it. What sort of man wouldn't enjoy being deprecated and humilliated every single moment of every single day?"

"I honestly don't know...The mere thought of it is insane." Said Czernobog as he poured a bit of Everclear on Marowit's dark hair.

The bottle of wine that had been in Marowit's hand exploded as it collided with Czernobog's face. It left no blatant injuries, and while he did cringe in pain for a short while, the Black God was once again grinning with sadism soon enough.

"So...when are you going to heartlessly abandon me like a used whore and go back to your beloved job in England?" He enquired while pulling a few shards of green glass from between golden strands, dyed a dark pink by the red wine. Such a waste of good Malbec...

"I don't know...I'm still a bit depressed." Marowit pursed his lips, eyes fixed on the floor of the bar as his fingers fiddled with a toothpick.

"All the more reason for me to get rid of you...You're fun, Mary, but only until you start to pout and sigh like a lifeless bitch who's been dumped by her abusive sparkly boy-toy." A slap to Marowit's tiny Japanese ass, which was beautifully and vulnerably sitting on a small stool, was added for extra snarky pleasure. The Wendish deity's response was a half-chuckle and a shot of Everclear being poured directly onto Czernobog's bright green eyes.

"I'm 'Team Jacob', bitch...and Lir was never abusive." Marowit commented, ignoring Czernobog's little yelp of pain.

"For fuck's sake, Marowit Wendish!" The Black God growled, although Marowit could not tell whether it was the Everclear in his eyes or the mention of his ex-husband.

"I don't know why I acted like that...why I thought I loved him..." He thought aloud, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing a sticky stain on the bar's otherwise spotless faux wooden surface.

"Meh...you were vulnerable and unstable...and not in a sexy way." Marowit stared with mild confusion, and Czernobog shrugged as he mixed a glass Cabernet Sauvignon with Everclear and apple juice. It was the drink he himself had created in a drug-induced haze and denominated "Supercalifuckyou", or "Sūpākariseikōshinasai" in Japanese. Neither of them had never drunk it. They just liked preparing it and staring as they poured it into a fishbowl and set it on fire. The aroma of it was nice, give or take the occasional noxious fumes.

"I know...not really different from your usual delightfully bitchy and moany self...but you were extra vulnerable." Czernobog explained as he took a small sip of his Supercalifuckyou, moaning from the deadly concoction. "Mmm...deliciously lethal..."

Marowit was still staring, and the other gave him a slight smirk as he continued.

"Your...debauchery with that cute student of yours...Jacob, was it? It's pretty darn obvious that something had gone a little bit wrong in that empty head of yours. You don't usually chase jailbait and throw a melodramatic tantrum when you get cockblocked."

The other hummed in agreement.

"...not even when you cockblock me."

Czernobog frowned, faking offense.

"Hey, when I choose celibacy, it is your duty as my heterosexual life partner to accompany me in this arduous journey."

Marowit tilted his head to the left. "I'm not heterosexual."

"I know, Mary...you're a flaming pink-unicorn-riding rainbow-puking queen flamingo...But I know for a fact that you will never get laid again." Czernobog raised his glass of Supercalifuckyou with an insidiously warm smile, his golden hair glistening in the dim lights of the bar. "Not on my watch."

Marowit clinked the unbroken lower half of the wine bottle with Czernobog's cup, the sound and their soft smiles marking a silent toast for their beautifully unhealthy friendship, and both men secretly wished for not a single day more living together, making each other's lives more miserable than they already were. Although...it is quite fun...sometimes.

"Ditto, Chickaboo."

The two deities grinned, and had throwing their respective drinks at each other been at the top of their mental list, they probably would have hugged...

"Dammit! Really, Mary? On my groin, of all places?"

"You always say redheads give you a boner...Now you can masturbate without viagra."

...not really.

The End


***


Epilogue


"Phys. ed. teacher? Seriously, Chickaboo?"

"Why? I love hitting kids in the face with balls...and Phys. Ed. is the only job that lets me do it legally and pays me for it."

"Keep your pedophiliac fantasies to yourself."

"Bitch, please! You know I draw the line at five centuries."

"How did you even get the job? You have no experience in teaching."

"Which is why they hired me for Phys. Ed. I don't need any previous training, experience or knowledge. All I need is an evil disposition and a fondness for tormenting locker rooms full of sweaty teenagers..."

"And here I thought you were going to remain faifthul to your vow of celibacy for at least one month."

"Stop projecting your NAMBLA proclivities on me, Mary. My vow of celibacy did not include tormenting human children with wet towels and surprise dodgeball matches."

"Chickaboo, you're such an amateur."



Name: Ludovika "Ludo" Zamenhof
Age (Actual): 144(?)
Age (Appears): 24
Race: Human(?)
Appearance:
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Powergrid/Powers:
INT 10
STR 1
SPD 3
DUR 2
FS 4

Lv. 4 Dimensional Manipulation - Interdimensional travel, and all sorts of similar mindbending clusterfuckeries from the darkest pits of quantum mechanics are within Ludo's grasp. She can turn herself into a real-life version of Schrödinger's cat, popping in and out of existence at will (in fact, she spends 90% of the time doing so), or transporting objects and beings to other dimensions.
Lv. 3 Gravity Manipulation - Ludo can increase and decrease the gravity affecting any place and object...to a certain degree. She can't quite produce a city-swallowing black hole, but it's something.
Lv. 2 Mechanical Intuition - She can build tons of awesome, if mostly useless machines, with practically any sort of junk at hand. Her personal favorite are Tesla-like machines. The more electricity, the better, and if someone loses a hand or gets decapitated by a death ray, then it's a good day's work. That being said, while she is good at this stuff, she is no super engineer, so expecting her to build an entire locomotive from a few scraps of rusted metal is a bit too much.
Lv. 1 Age Negation - For some reason Ludo won't or can't explain, her body is stuck, never aging. Some blame Obama.
Weaknesses: Did you ever read "Watchmen"? Remember Dr. Manhattan? Well, multiply that by five, divide it by seven, and then you'll have a raw estimate of what's wrong with Ludo. She's not completely apathetic, let alone a totally cold-hearted and nihilistic bitch, but she often has a hard time understanding many common human emotions, and she sometimes forgets many important stuff about being human (such as remembering to classify her socks according to how thick, flammable or carcinogenic the fabric is). A psychiatrist once suggested that she might be suffering from schizoid personality disorder, but he died from spaghettification shortly after prescribing her some medicines. Also, while her powers enable her to make herself impervious to quite a few physical hazards, she is still human(?) and, thus, vulnerable to guns, knives, poison, Ebola, aging, Thai food and taxes.
Personality: This strong independent Jewish woman who don't need no (human) man is the textbook definition of deadpan, sprinkled with a nonchalant hyperactivity and the mental linearity of an LSD-consuming Yog-Sothoth. In a single short conversation, she can quickly move through weather, religion, astrophysics, teddy bears and winemaking, to end the entire ordeal with the groundbreaking conclussion that earthly weather is meaningless when compared to the cosmologically astounding perfection of kittens. Surprisingly enough, she is anything but elitist or intellectual. In fact, she leads a quiet and modest life, give or take her interdimensional and time-traveling antics. And while she has much trouble connecting to human beings, she is nonetheless polite in most situations, although she never stops being cryptic, and a bit reminiscent of Carl Sagan with a vagina. She is unlikely to insult anyone, and she is rather uneducated in the fine art of sarcasm.
Ludo has her share of strange mannerisms. As a matter of fact, she has such a wide array of bizarre ticks and compulsive behaviors that Nikola Tesla himself once said: "Та кучка је луд."
Personality quirks aside, Ludo is someone who feels much passion for science and her inventions, and she believes it is her duty to improve the world with her creations (even if most end up being weapons of mass destruction and super sex toys). The knowledge that some of her inventions have been used to murder innocent people is a heavy weight on her conscience.
She is fond of puppies, birds (especially owls), apple struddel, oolong tea, chocolate-coated strawberries, sex with aliens, "Harry Potter", and Tarantino and Fellini films.

History: The Chicago Tribune once claimed that Ludovika Zamenhof had been born in Tuzla, Bosnia. However, since everyone knows that the Chicago Tribune's credibility is worth less than rat shit, Poles have been more than happy to claim ownership over the only woman known to out-crazy Nikola Tesla. Either way, Ludovika Zamenhof was apparently born in 1886, in a universe parallel to ours. She was probably daughter to L.L. Zamenhof, and she obviously is a natural silverette.
Regardless of whether her birth in 1886 was her actual birth or the birth of her first known physical incarnation (apparently, she may have fucked with quantum physics just enough for her to have been born multiple times before 1886), the girl born in 1886 was without a doubt born a prodigy. She learned to talk shortly after her first birthday, and by age five she had single-handedly translated the Bible into three languages, with a couple of side-notes pointing out logical inconsistencies and outright falsehoods. She was deeply fascinated by the night sky, Isaac Newton, Jules Verne and opium. It was the powerful combination of all four things what led the twelve-year-old Jewish girl into her first scientific breakthrough: she was the first person, in her dimension, to develop a general theory of relativity. Of course, since the world in her dimension was ruled by intensely creationistic monarchist guanacos, her claims were dismissed just as quickly as the absurd concept of "diet soda".
Distraught but far from defeated, she continued to work tirelessly on her many inventions and scientific theories. The following year, she shocked the whole world with the creation of the world's first "Zamenhof coil", which was kinda like the Tesla coil in our own dimension, except Ludovika's coils could be used for cleaning, cooking, killing entire cities and sex. Her groundbreaking invention helped the Great Slovenian Empire defeat an alien invasion from Pluto. The successful use of the Zamenhof coil, and many other of her inventions, earned Ludovika her first Nobel Prize, and the funds necessary to start her own business: Terra Nova Industries, a multi-billion dollar company that managed to bring technological milestones to the common folk long before our own universe invented them.
While her prestige grew, Ludovika remained rather modest and secretive, hardly ever leaving her lonely cottage or her isolated factory in Ireland, where she moved after her parent's death. From then onwards, the details of her personal life remain a mystery, although the tales of her interdimensional journeys are quite well known in her world. She has participated in intergalactic wars, witnessed a Big Bang, and shared a drink with GLaDOS and Morgan Freeman Freeman.
Suffice to say, the staff of Elfen High were a little bit shocked when Ludovika Zamenhof, who had not been seen in our dimension for over fifty years, suddenly appeared inside Crowley's office, demanding that she be allowed to attend classes in that same school, apparently because she felt she needed to catch up with the current scientific knowledge of our world.

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Name: Marowit (in the body of Taiki Koizumi)
Age (Actual): 1809
Age (Appears): 17
Race: Slavic deity / Japanese
Appearance:
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Powergrid/Powers:
INT 8
STR 1
SPD 5
DUR 4
FS 5

Lv. 7 Psychosomatic Illusion - Can cast a powerful illusion capable of causing physical effects on the target.

Lv. 5 Nightmare Manipulation - Can enter, manipulate, project, alter, and control nightmares of others.

Lv. 2 Regeneration
Weaknesses: He is practically defenseless in his human form, and his true form is extremely weak to sunlight. The strength of his true form is also diminished if moonlight is particularly intense. Bottom line, keep him away from intense natural light. Also, dreamcatchers give him panic attacks.
Personality:
The Wendish god of nightmares is remarkable for his thick, rather demeaning sarcasm. It is quite a rare occurrence to see him smile, let alone laugh, and he has been known to be extremely cynical. Skeptic about everything in the Universe, even his own divinity, Marowit is very intellectual, not prone to engage in phyisical combat when avoidable. While he has been known to possess a certain sense of honor and solidarity towards those closest to him, most of his acquaintances see him as a shy and somewhat bitter person. Marowit is not particularly antisocial, but he does comes off as emotionally detached from most humans, mostly because he regards the majority of humanity as, put quite simply, stupid. He takes great pleasure in delivering backhanded tongue lashings to those he deems inferior, although he has occasionally turned his sharp and deprecating sense of humor against himself. It is rare for him to wrong someone, and will only be overtly malicious towards very few individuals. Marowit has an extremely low self-esteem, a direct product of a life of being ignored or underestimated by society. The fact that practically no one knows of his divine nature, let alone worship him, and that so few people appreciate his centuries of academic work, has taken a toll on his once more proud and benign nature. On top of the inferiority complex that was born from the many failures in his long life, he also suffers from a deepseated fear of commitment, after his many unsuccessful marriages and other humilliating defeats in the realm of romance.
He is fond of fluffy white kittens, brownies, multi-fruit juice, jasmine tea, long walks through the forest, Edgar Allan Poe stories, Stephen Sondheim musicals, yaoi and traveling.

Along with the physical changes, a deep transformation has taken place within the Wendish god of nightmares. Though most of his centuries-old emotional conflicts have been solved with the passive-aggressive "comfort" of Czernobog's company, their disappearance has only intensified Marowit's core character. As of today, the deity that inhabits the body of a shy and sweet Japanese student could best be described as bitter, sardonic and quietly vicious. With Lir gone, Marowit has no good reason to be polite or even mildly friendly towards anyone, except those few individuals he actually likes. He is no longer hedonistic, although the heterosexual romanticism of the body he inhabits has rubbed off on him a bit.
Nowadays, he is fond of fluffy black kittens, strawberry cakes with meringue and chocolate, multi-fruit juice, jasmine tea, long walks through the streets of Tokyo, George R.R. Martin novels, Stephen Sondheim musicals and geishas.

History:
Born somewhere in Poland a long, long time ago, Marowit was, since his very birth, the Wendish god of nightmares, a career he was most gleeful to embrace. Over the years, his fellow Wendish deities and him dedicated their days to being worshipped by the Wends. It was an easy job, requiring little other than a few vague miracles and apparitions now and then to keep faith high. In exchange, the twenty-two gods and goddesses received massive amounts of offerings, and the occasional birthday party.
However, not all was perfect in this seemingly ideal life. While "good" Wendish deities like Triglau and Karewit were quite popular, sometimes even matching the Norse gods in wealth and number of worshippers, Marowit remained mostly a side note, along with most of the "evil" deities. Not many people were fond of praying to the god of nightmares, let alone leaving him offerings.
As the years went by, and the worship of pagan deities in general began to decline, Marowit found himself increasingly impoverished and lonely until, one day, he was finally unemployed.
With Christianity ruling over the Europe of the Middle Ages, Marowit and the other Wendish gods had no choice but to start living semi-normal lives in Germany and Poland, as disgraced and forgotten deities.
Marowit himself, intrigued from an early age by human nature, became the world's first anthropologist, spending decades traveling all over Earth, and writing dozens of books that nobody read, because no one wanted to read a book written by a man who claimed to be the Wendish god of nightmares.
The disappointment that came with his academic failure only served to fuel his feelings of worthlessness, even despite the support of his fellow Wendish gods, who became his only friends and family.
Following the loss of their fame and prestige, Marowit and the other Wendish gods moved to Great Britain, hoping the Celtic culture would provide them with many job opportunities. However, they soon realized that even Great Britain had been conquered by Christianity and, yet again, they were forced to live simple lives.
As the years went by, the more famous pantheons fought against each other and wars torn Europe apart, while the Wendish gods became poets, merchants, farmers, soldiers or scholars. A few even joined the clergy.
Marowit, on the other hand, no longer bound by his duties as a god, began to explore the realm of romance, leading to his first marriage in 1106 a.D., when he was wedded to Saint Morwenna. The marriage ended after three weeks, due to extreme religious differences. Morwenna was a devoted Catholic, while Marowit had converted to Judaism.
With such a tragic ending to his first marriage, Marowit began to develop the first few glimmers of cynicism and nonchalant hedonism. By the time Anne Boleyn was beheaded, Marowit had married and divorced two men, and his deadpan snarky attitude had completely developed, making him the cold, highbrow soul of every celebration.
Eventually, he got his first official diploma in Cambridge and began to lecture the uneducated masses on evolution, gravity and the Big Bang before it was cool. All of it, while verbally humilliating his students and detractors, and being constantly subjected to attempts to burn him at the stake.

Marowit's life, from his arrival to England to a few weeks ago, can be summarized like this:
2 wives
6 husbands
8 divorces
0 children from any marriage
29 failed attempts to burn him at the stake for witchcraft, heresy and blasphemy
15 failed attempts by the Catholic Church to exorcise him
9 failed attempts by Muslim governments to stone him to death for apostasy
52 books written
2 books published
12 diplomas
7 Nobel Prizes denied on grounds of being "too snarky"
9 words in his Wikipedia entry
17 nights of passion with Loki
1 pregnancy from a night of passion with Loki
3 drinking contests with Thor
4 threesomes involving an angel and a demon
4 successful battles of sarcasm with Uriel
1 unsuccessful battle of sarcasm with Crowley
149 years as professor at Cambridge
84 years as professor at Harvard
29 years as professor at Oxford
2 hours as professor at Yale
30 minutes as professor in Texas
1 public lynching in Texas
2.201 students traumatized
35 students shagged
39.203 bottles of vodka drunk
63 pounds of tobacco smoked
10 pounds of marijuana smoked
2.948 viewings of Tim Burton films in a row
7 languages invented
3 hunting trips with Teddy Roosevelt
2 dinners with Adolf Hitler
3 glasses of vodka with Joseph Stalin
1 shouting contest with Bill O'Reilly
2 instances of making Ayn Rand cry
21 cases of his sarcastic suggestions being interpretated as truthful and leading to war, genocide and other really bad things
91 wars witnessed with a quirked eyebrow while comfortably sitting on the grass sipping jasmine tea

Finally, after surviving through a millennia of personal mediocrity and increasingly depressing birthday parties, Marowit eventually came to fall into the clutches of Elfen High, who saw much potential in enslaving...ahem...hiring a thousand-years-old god and anthropologist as teacher. Despite Marowit's rather emphatic refusal to teach History to "the intellectual equivalent of amoebas", he was hired as the school's new History teacher.
Now, the immortal Wendish god-turned-anthropologist with an inferiorit complex is about to celebrate his one-thousand-eight-hundred-and-ninth birthday with his fellow Wendish gods, who apparently still remain oblivious to the fact that he really does not like celebrating his birthday, let alone with them. All the while, he is tasked with reluctantly teaching the students of Elfen High the basics of human and non-human history, so as to make sure that they do not make the same mistakes again.
Unbeknownst to him, however, adventure is always lurking beneath the supernatural institution, and soon he may find himself taking part in an epic quest which may or may not lead to reclaiming his long lost status as the God of Nightmares.

(cue in dramatic music)

Marowit: "Remind me again how you came up with my fascinating character?"
Liri: "I wanted to make a male version of Joanne, from 'Company'."
Marowit: "You truly are the most original and imaginative man I've ever known."
Liri: "You are making a terrible first impression, Mary."
Marowit: "Bad writers will do that."

...

Liri: "Wow...you are a cunt."
Marowit: "You have no idea."

Not long after their last day together in Elfen High, Marowit and Lir parted ways, and this time it was for good. After centuries of confusion and sex, the two deities were shocked to discover that they did not love each other anymore. Both androgynous men had changed, most likely for the worst, and they hardly felt any attraction towards one another. Their long discussion ended with Lir taking a whale back to Ireland, and Marowit suffering a severe depression.
Then, just when he felt on the verge of leaving his human form and spending the rest of his days frightening children, Czernobog stepped in. The Black God had divorced his husband and abandoned his old human form, and he was now getting ready to move back to Tokyo and reclaim the body of a young man. While initially reluctant to the idea of spending more than two hours with the friend who had introduced him to alcoholism, Marowit finally decided to follow him and possess the body that had once been occupied by Belbog, Czernobog's loser younger brother.
The two Slavic deities spent the few days that followed enjoying their quiet new lives as Japanese teenagers, until Marowit decided it was time to return to Elfen High.

Marowit: "Your writing is even shittier than before."
Liri: "Well, excuse me for wanting to get this done as soon as possible so that I could get you back into the IC and redeem your sorry ass."
Czernobog: "Hey, Mary? Lovely profile you've got here. I'm definitely cock-blocking you every night from now on."
Marowit: "You son of a bitch..."
Liri: "You brought this upon yourself, you whiny hypersexual bitch."
Marowit: "You...Andrej fanboy!"
Czernobog: "Liri may be an Andrej fanboy...but at least he didn't get himself emasculated by a girl with a penis and the personality of Annie Wilkes on prozac."
Liri: "Ouch..."


Name: Czernobog (in the body of Kouki Tsukino)
Age (Actual): 1828
Age (Appears): 19
Race: Slavic deity / Japanese
Appearance:
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Powergrid/Powers:
INT 6
STR 4
SPD 4
DUR 4
FS 5

Lv. 6 Toxikinetic Combat - He is able to utilize poison with their physical combat, making their every touch potentially fatal. User can utilize variety of poisons, ranging from painful, disorienting and nauseating to lethal.

Lv. 6 Miasma Emission - He is able to exude toxic gases, causing various effects on others who inhale these fumes including hyper stimulation, lethargy, coma. Because gas diffuses indefinitely in concentration, it becomes less potent and less concentrated once it has expanded.

Lv. 2 Regeneration

Weaknesses: He is practically defenseless in his human form, and his true form is extremely weak to sunlight.
Personality: Modestly cruel and just as figuratively poisonous as he is literally, Chernobog takes the "deadpan snarker" archetype to a whole new level, one that not even Marowit would dare delve into. He likes making his loved ones feel miserable, and he enjoys those pleasures usually deemed immoral or dangerous a great deal. He drinks, he smokes, he bets, and were it not for the fact that his poisonous blood makes sex dangerous, he would probably shag every single human being he could lay his eyes on.
Can he occasionally be caring and heroic? Certainly, but even his ex-husband, Karewit, was seldom on the receiving end of such positive attitudes. Most of the free time he shares with his friends and family, he spends it humilliating them.
That he is such an unpleasant individual most of the time, however, is not nearly as shocking as the fact that most of his malicious actions tend to actually have good long-term effects on those around him. This makes some of his "friends" wonder whether he's just a closeted "good god".
The body he occupies shares most of his traits, although it has provided him a charismatic edge that has only served to make his antics a lot more persuasive.
The bottom line is: if he smiles, you're fucked.
He is fond of coffee, sake, cherry blossoms, cherry ice cream, exotic birds and the Beatles, and he thinks that Lovecraft was one of the best comedians who ever lived.
History: Czernobog was born a few years before Marowit, and was raised side by side with Belbog, his far more meek but ultimately far less fortunate brother. They were originally intended to be the Slavic competition for YHWH and Satan, but Czernobog was too concerned with drinking sake and eating cherries to be the King of the Damned or the Prince of Darkness. That being said, the Black God and the White God did find a sense of purpose when they integrated themselves into the Wendish pantheon, where a strange and lifelong "friendship" was born between the first and a young and not-yet-sardonic Marowit.
After the fall of Wendish paganism, Czernobog and Belbog traveled around the world, until they finally settled in Japan. Czernobog became a poet and musician, while Belbog became an actor and an artist. They lived comfortably, despite constant clashes between their opposing personalities, but it all came to an end when Czernobog married Karewit, a flamboyant Wendish god. Their wedding sparked a scandal throughout the Slavic pantheons, most deities denouncing Czernobog as a horrible person and a terrible influence for Karewit. It was Marowit's support that stopped the controversy from escalating, but Czernobog was left with no choice but to move to England with the other Slavic gods.
Centuries went by, and the Black God continued to be the same moderately successful author and mean-spirited drunkard, with a husband that was far too loving and patient to bash his head in with a baseball bat. On occasion, he would retire for a year or two to Japan with Belbog, who was penniless and suicidal.
Unfortunately, even Karewit had a limit, and that limit was Czernobog's increasingly poisonous bodily fluids. The messy divorce left behind an even worse-mannered Czernobog, who promptly abandoned his old human form and moved back to Japan, reclaiming the body of his good friend and disciple, Kouki Tsukino.
When Marowit and Lir split up for good, Czernobog offered his clearly depressed friend a place in his apartment and bar in Tokyo, as well as the body of Taiki Koizumi, the last disciple of the now dead Belbog.

Czernobog: "Did you just...kill my baby brother?"
Liri: "Yes...and you're secretly really sad about it and using Marowit as a surrogate to cope with the loss."
Czernobog: "Nope. Nice try though."
Liri: "We both know you are a jerk with a heart of gold."
Czernobog: "I can't believe your eyes haven't popped out of their sockets with how full of shit you are."
Liri: *le sigh* "I'm gonna love writing you, Czerny."
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Still like the PS4 more. :P

Well, that's your choice. Personally, I like the idea of completely online markets, and I want a steam-like market for console gaming. Microsoft is the only of the three that is making the necessary steps towards that.


I'm a bit old-fashioned, and my internet connection is shitty...so you can understand why I'm not quite comfortable with getting rid of disks and fully offline gameplay. :p
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Condunum wrote:Well, that's your choice. Personally, I like the idea of completely online markets, and I want a steam-like market for console gaming. Microsoft is the only of the three that is making the necessary steps towards that.


I'm a bit old-fashioned, and my internet connection is shitty...so you can understand why I'm not quite comfortable with getting rid of disks and fully offline gameplay. :p

Well you don't have to get rid of disks. It's quite likely they're going to allow you to play games offline whenever so long as you have the disk. The 24-hour check up is a licensing issue.
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I'm a bit old-fashioned, and my internet connection is shitty...so you can understand why I'm not quite comfortable with getting rid of disks and fully offline gameplay. :p

Well you don't have to get rid of disks. It's quite likely they're going to allow you to play games offline whenever so long as you have the disk. The 24-hour check up is a licensing issue.

Dude...why do you always say such agreable stuff? It's annoying. :P
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Condunum wrote:Well you don't have to get rid of disks. It's quite likely they're going to allow you to play games offline whenever so long as you have the disk. The 24-hour check up is a licensing issue.

Dude...why do you always say such agreable stuff? It's annoying. :P

Because I make extreme efforts to investigate these things, and make sure to keep in contact with others who do. :P

Granted, I love the PS4 for sticking to it's guns and holding up the status-quo for those who want it, I just praise Microsoft for their ultimate goal of a pure and simple online market. Progress has it's bumps and turns. :)
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Liriena wrote:Dude...why do you always say such agreable stuff? It's annoying. :P

Because I make extreme efforts to investigate these things, and make sure to keep in contact with others who do. :P

Granted, I love the PS4 for sticking to it's guns and holding up the status-quo for those who want it, I just praise Microsoft for their ultimate goal of a pure and simple online market. Progress has it's bumps and turns. :)

Damn you, you fact-checker! :p
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Condunum wrote:Because I make extreme efforts to investigate these things, and make sure to keep in contact with others who do. :P

Granted, I love the PS4 for sticking to it's guns and holding up the status-quo for those who want it, I just praise Microsoft for their ultimate goal of a pure and simple online market. Progress has it's bumps and turns. :)

Damn you, you fact-checker! :p

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Left-wing Utopia

Postby Liriena » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:25 am

Condunum wrote:
Liriena wrote:Damn you, you fact-checker! :p

:lol: :hug:

:hug:

On an unrelated note...I fucking love "How I saved Roosevelt" :lol:
be gay do crime


I am:
A pansexual, pantheist, green socialist
An aspiring writer and journalist
Political compass stuff:
Economic Left/Right: -8.13
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -8.92
For: Grassroots democracy, workers' self-management, humanitarianism, pacifism, pluralism, environmentalism, interculturalism, indigenous rights, minority rights, LGBT+ rights, feminism, optimism
Against: Nationalism, authoritarianism, fascism, conservatism, populism, violence, ethnocentrism, racism, sexism, religious bigotry, anti-LGBT+ bigotry, death penalty, neoliberalism, tribalism,
cynicism


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Condunum
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Founded: Apr 26, 2011
Ex-Nation

Postby Condunum » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:27 am

Alrighty, time to get my drained self to bed. Long night, great time, good to cool off with you. G'night! :hug:
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Liriena
Khan of Spam
 
Posts: 56640
Founded: Nov 19, 2010
Left-wing Utopia

Postby Liriena » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:29 am

Condunum wrote:Alrighty, time to get my drained self to bed. Long night, great time, good to cool off with you. G'night! :hug:

G'night! :hug:
be gay do crime


I am:
A pansexual, pantheist, green socialist
An aspiring writer and journalist
Political compass stuff:
Economic Left/Right: -8.13
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -8.92
For: Grassroots democracy, workers' self-management, humanitarianism, pacifism, pluralism, environmentalism, interculturalism, indigenous rights, minority rights, LGBT+ rights, feminism, optimism
Against: Nationalism, authoritarianism, fascism, conservatism, populism, violence, ethnocentrism, racism, sexism, religious bigotry, anti-LGBT+ bigotry, death penalty, neoliberalism, tribalism,
cynicism


⚧Copy and paste this in your sig
if you passed biology and know
gender and sex aren't the same thing.⚧

I disown most of my previous posts

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Individuality-ness
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Founded: Mar 02, 2011
Ex-Nation

Postby Individuality-ness » Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:49 am

Liriena wrote:
Condunum wrote:Alrighty, time to get my drained self to bed. Long night, great time, good to cool off with you. G'night! :hug:

G'night! :hug:

For a second there I thought were back in olden days TET.
"I should have listened to her, so hard to keep control. We kept on eating but our bloated bellies still not full."
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