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Calling all Role PlayersI am looking for new role player partners. Can be anywhere from sfw to nsfw. Trying to keep my mind active and imaginative. If the Role Play goes good it will be posted on Deviantart. I am up for any style and any possibilities. Look for me on skype and Tumblr at the same profile name or just send me a note on here. The sky's the limit and I am ready to go out into space.
The Anger CreepsAnger building,
Screams tearing at the fabric.
What to do with the beast inside.
Reeling from the gashes at it rips out.
Fighting, hiding it from the loved,
Hoping they can't see your demon.
The power building as the anger grows,
Bursting from your body as it overflows.
Why should you fight it when you want it.
The release of letting it flow.
Knowing it could kill and destroy all,
Smiling as it hides again.
Waiting for its time to burst.
The demon hidden in your flesh and bone.
Fallout New Times RP Update 5-6
(Jam)"yea a few times even have the recipe for c-4 manged to get it from a military base."*Shakes his head* cant make it tho the chemicals needed are very far and few between not to mention the triggering mechanism ."
(Jacob) *notices her look after jam finishes* "oh come on Sam it's not that bad their just powerful enough to knock a hole in a wall or get rid of a door if you really have to get out of somewhere that's all"
(Sam) *walking ahead of the group with ED-E right behind her* "You really want to know why I don't like explosives? Especially INSIDE a building. If they go off even outside the building It could fall just as fast as the explosive goes AND its a great big 'hey look at me' sign." *turning stomping slightly straight into the city.*
(Jam)"She's right I usually don't use them if i can avoid it the other day was me pretty much just throwing a temper tantrum because I could not find what I was looking for then they return with the schematics and you know the story from the
Seeing is Believing
The sounds, the voices, of everyone's thoughts race through my mind. I am flooded with the emotions of the world. Not just humanity but everything on this Earth. The joy, happiness and enjoyment is there. But so is the horrors, fears and deaths of millions. Focusing my mind the millions of words, ideas and actions flow as a gentle stream. Hearing them and knowing each one. My own silent hell. Knowing what people think and do. It may be a curse but it is also a blessing for upon my choice I contribute to the thoughts. I give them answers, feelings to comfort, anger and to disappoint. Speaking to them as they speak to me. My hell and heaven all stuck in my head. Never to be heard out loud but whispered into the minds of trillions. If only to get away for one day. One day with silence in my mind. This is my curse tho. I wear it proudly and I listen patiently. To one day, be heard…
A Journey Awaits
Let's go on a journey. This journey will change you and make you a new. There will be pain, sorrow, happiness and death. You might enjoy this journey. You could die instead. The rules are simple. Once you take that first step you have to continue with your path no matter what. This journey will open new doorways and smash down the walls of reality. Are you scared? So, what are you waiting for? YOU READY TO GO?
Fallout New Times RP update 1-4
*panning in from a massive mountain range coated in a deteriorated and thinned forest. continuing to pan towards a small shack that appears to be about 10 miles from a large town just over the hill.* (Samantha) "I don't know about you man but this shack is driving me crazy. Sure we have the vault under us but it's still boring and disorientating when I go for a walk. We gotta lock up doors and explore."
(jacob) yeah i know i get confused so much it's really starting to piss me off. alright do we need to get anytng before we go?
"Well, I don't know what you wanna grab. *picking up her trusty Ak-74 and placing it on her back with her sling* I am taking 3 clips and a couple for my .45. I have also about 3 days of light eating. *holding up her home made food cubes* Make sure to bring your trusty crowbar those things always come in handy. *slipping both her Kukri and survival knife into her leg holsters. Tossing her pack up and filling it with food, water, stimpaks and gun cleaner's.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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