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Ark1002

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  1. i never can resist a good petition. Or well. Usually. actually, there's a lot of things. a lot of things. Maybe even more things I won't sign then I will. BUT I CAN'T RESIST THIS PETITION.
  2. ... no. you can't just tell me not to post, when what i was doing is perfectly rational. Anyway, the general usage, in the alleyverse and many of the smaller roleplays, is qoute boxes. That clarifies quite quickly whether it is in or out of character. Don't be rude.
  3. I just like things with a dark mode. (btw, your name is spelled wrong)
  4. Hi! @ctonicmenace how interested would you be in an RP or a guild?
  5. Blood. The blood in Belllatrix's head pounded, a constant pulse, now a loud, thumping sound, like a drumbeat. She tried so hard, trying to repent for her sins. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. And then this man, on top of everything. This creature, that had made Mike hate her. This creature that had ruined everything. Blood. Pounding, on and on. @Darth Woodrack
  6. The bug clicked in outrage, and again attempted to climb.
  7. Bellatrix waited in the shadows, sparks dancing in her hair. The Tattered One. The worthless piece of- she cut herself off. She had no chance against him. Best to stay away from the rage. She waited. And watched. @Darth Woodrack
  8. Such as cultivation, my personal favorite idea, no matter how unlikely I think it would be. If all of the shards were there in once place, anyone with enough connection to all of them could pick them up. It is also stated in a WoB somewhere that Adonalsium would have had no drag from the shards, because all sixteen balance each other out and allow normal action. Though, at first, it would be sixteen separate shards, that are all pulling. After a while, however, it would become adonalsium 2.0, as you said.
  9. i've been considering doing something of the sort for a while, but i don't quite like this version.
  10. I was worried it was going to be a bit like the last jedi, where they try to continue something later, and don't do so well.
  11. Both of these I like a lot, for the idea of killing. (That sounded really sadistic, wow.) The first would be very interesting in her roles as a mentor, and what happens with that. But the second... The funny member of the group, the well fleshed out one... I would kill the second one. The blow will be bigger. Ooh, you chose #2! Good!
  12. i don't know how to feel about this... EDIT: OK, watched the trailer, and now I'm PUMPED
  13. i said all my fault?
  14. i got rickrolled by a news company
  15. The bug quivered, but survived. It turned, mandibles clacking, and attempted to crawl up her leg. @Rushu42
  16. The bugs stopped in place, clacking it's claws together, ignoring the question. Suddenly, for all the world, it seemed to be acting like a normal bug. It stopped in place for a while, then slowly wandered over to a desk. It began to climb the desk, still acting completely normal. Just like any other bug... @Rushu42
  17. Boy 713 limped along an alley, tired, hungry, thirsty, lost. This alley was an empty one, luckily. He still couldn't get the screams he had heard out of his head. As far as he could tell, from the run down buildings, the thick coating of dust, and the oppressive silence, this one was empty. Or at least, he thought this at first. But when the eye opened... it became clear he was wrong. The entire alley was full of them. Massive serpents. Each with bricklike skin, made to blend in to the buildings. The spikes looked like nails, nothing surprising. He sprinted, in pain, and ran into the wall, his limp slowing him. And when he dared glance behind him... the boy saw something horrendous. The snakes (thought he did not know the term) where actually one, a hydra of sorts, all connected at the base. He screamed, and the snakes lunged forward, and he closed his eyes. Nothing. He opened them, breathing heavily. The snake was gone. The street was gone. But the floor he was on, the porch of a building, was still there. The building wasn't. Just the wood. He looked around confused. He was in a sleek, modern alley. This seemed to be a teleportation device, up to the former alley. He sobbed, confused, and began to limp away, heart thumping wildly in his chest. Boy 713 had no home, no name, no knowledge of the world. He only knew that he was alone, in a cruel, unforgiving place, a place known as the alleys.
  18. Just out of curiosity, @Ookla the Maybe-Existent, how many points do those weaknesses subtract?
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