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Topic: Forum Games / Mutant Asylum [RP] [Sign-ups and discussion] [Sign-ups open] [Looking for co-hosts!]

I am under the presumption that due to the nature of this game, the signup period is limited and or closed. Can you confirm or deny?

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

I considered donating to the cause, but I just ain’t no Clause

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

I haven’t been around in a long time, but yall fools wanna donate some cashola? http://www.gofundme.com/tybdq5d

 
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Topic: Forum Games / A-Z : Current topic - Games you've enjoyed playing!

Viewtiful Joe

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [Community-Related] Inclusion & Elitism.

I’m a scrub and nobody seems to hate me.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [Community-Related] Inclusion & Elitism.

Why don’t we just make bad things good and stuff? Like seriously, just don’t be bad.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [Game-Related] Town of Salem.

Not on steam, name is JimmieMyJammie

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Game Thread]

Don Patrick Workman

The bland Floridian country side flashes by in a blur. An overcast day, that has transitioned into a stormy night. My black vehicle, a 2011 Chrysler 300 cuts through the empty space like lightning strikes through the sky. Glancing down towards my phone, I see the lack of calls or texts. Quite the saddening realization that the job probably won’t fall to me. Not that I did anything wrong, but it’s a highly coveted job, even though the last holder was killed on duty. That being said, it’s one of the few clubs stable enough to hire someone, so it is what it is. I just hope I receive a call before this phone is cancelled. I’m pretty sure this is the last carrier that will pick up my account. A man can dream.

I can only hope to get this night over with, and change out of this damn suit. However at the rate I’m going, I might just pull over and take a power nap…Or power coma with the way I feel

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Sign-Ups/OOC; Signs Always Open; Free Cookies]

Name: Don Patrick Workman
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: He isn’t a great sycamore, nor would I call him a dogwood. He stands at a height of 5’11. His weight is a solid 220 pounds. Most of which is muscle but the occasional spout of depression or lack of food can result in him letting himself go a bit. Never tanned particularly well, but having spent most of his days outside, be it working or sport, has a healthy color about him. Formerly rocked a nice head of blonde hair but has since committed to a buzzcut. A broad jaw line and light green eyes frame the rest of his face. He is currently wearing a black business suit, with black shirt and tie, as well as a pair of wayfarers.
Biography: His parents were immigrants from Ireland, making a living in Boston, Massachusetts. He was born in Florida, where he was raised. Due to the weather in Florida he had a very active childhood, having played mostly rugby, one can say he is a bit of an athlete and socially extroverted due to the interaction and leadership required in sports. Apart from scraping just under the poverty line working a minimum wage job as a landscaper, shenanigans with friends, rugby, food and drink, he doesn’t know much else about life.
Location: Orlando Florida, leaving an interview for a job as a bouncer.
Misc: All of his friends call him “DP”.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Flames of Revolution [Sign-Ups/OOC; Signs Always Open; Free Cookies]

I saw this, I like this. I will sign for this within the day, so don’t think nobody likes you, Bloody. I appreciate when an RP comes into existence that doesn’t have magic. I hate magic, no idea why.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The List

Sexual Engineering

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Outloved: Social Mobility - RP Thread

Samson Haynes

As night falls, the group surrounds the fire. Solemnly and silently they accept the warm embrace of the crackling flame. A day in this state of disrepair is enough to render anyone completely spent. Again, I must ask, is this the kind of world we want our children and our children’s children to be raised within? I think not. The rest of us all seem to be rather content to do little to nothing about it. More so than any group of people however are we poised to do something about it. We just need direction.

Without a word, I stand to my feet, causing me to tower over the rest of the group. Naturally, this draws the attention of those around me. Many eyes cast upon me, hungry cold eyes that need the rest they can never have. I clear my throat before I address my peers. “If you don’t already know me, I’m Sam. You can call me whatever you please, but just hear me out. We can’t sustain ourselves with this aimless looting. I want you all to remember your childhood. You played with your friends, you read books, and you probably worked reluctantly alongside your parents, all whilst forming a family bond. Today, we have little of this. Our past lives are relics left buried beneath the soot of civilization. I think it is time we start digging. We need to start the rebuilding process. We have roamed without purpose for a while. I propose that we travel East until we find suitable land. Along the way we will look for the materials needed to start a new beginning. We will have farms and pastures, homes you can call your own. Structure and hierarchy, education, we will bring back the things we have lost. Will it be easy? Hell no. But when was the last time that stopped you? I say we pack our things and start searching tomorrow at sunrise. Tomorrow at sunrise we begin to retake our lives.”

After the brief proposition, I sit back down, my wary bones ache as I attempt to get comfortable and gauge the reactions of those around me.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The List

Winter Classic

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Outloved: Social Mobility - RP Thread

Samson Haynes

I return to camp with my group. Half the time I felt like I was babysitting, having to take care of a 16 year old, son of a truck driver and his 9 year old sister. Despite my less than advantageous group I managed to bring back more than my fair share of supplies for the group. I suppose I just got lucky with where we ended up looking. Thankfully I didn’t have to get any blood on my hands today. I know they supposedly are not humans, but I still feel a little uncomfortable killing them. I usher for the children to run off so that I may have some peace.

Ever since Geno caught that nasty flu and bit the dirt I’ve taken it on myself to watch after his kids. They really are a couple of little shits but sometimes they bring a smile to my face. That’s something that not many things can do now a days. Perhaps a fresh cup of coffee but I haven’t had one of those in a while. Supplies have been rather scarce lately. We really haven’t had anything that could remotely be considered a luxury. In regards to our supplies, we need to move on. A lot of people seem to be suggesting that we keep hopping from city to city. We will never be able to live that way, merely survive.

Looking at the kids as they meander throughout the camp makes me recall what life was like for me. How we had order and hierarchy as well as the good that it brought along with it. We can’t just keep aimlessly foraging without a leader. I can’t say I speak for the entire group, but I want to be more than a survivor. I want to know what it’s like to live again. Civilization has fallen into disrepair. I suppose many may say that is a given considering what happened. Yet here we are, within a group of people functioning together without conflict. We have absolutely no reason to not be rebuilding. I think that it is time we see a change around here. Tonight, when we are all gathered up to sleep, I will propose a plan. A plan to rebuild.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

Happy New Years!

 
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Topic: Forum Games / Outloved: Social Mobility - Signups and OOC

Name: Samson Haynes

Age: 33
Gender: Male
Skills: Navigation, and Athleticism

Biography: Born along a rugged frontier, Samson grew up living a life where things were earned and nothing was for granted. His father, John was a logger. John lived a simple life, working from sunrise till sundown and spent his free time in the nearby bar. Back then it was a simpler time. At least until John died in a terrible accident caused by his own son, Samson’s ineptitude within the logging business. With the guilt of his father, a well loved man on his hands, Samson moved away from the rugged frontier he called home and into the dreaded gates of suburbia.

In his new, tamer life, Samson got himself a proper education, as well as a more diverse group of peers. He worked a remedial job, being a clerk for the nearby beer barn. Despite living away from where he was raised, he and his friends would occasionally set out for long camping trips in the seclusion of what was left of the frontier. This trips came to an erupt end after an inebriated Sam crashed his car into a guard rail, killing two of his friends. He was sentenced for manslaughter due to his blood alcohol level. This, coupled with the previous death of his father lead to a downward spiral into depression. If it wasn’t for the outbreak, he would still be in jail instead of living among the Squares.

Appearance: He is wearing a drab and rather dirty earth-tone flannel over a dingy white t-shirt. His jeans were once of a darker rinse, but have faded to be quite light with there own fair share of rips after many washings and time spent in the wilderness.These jeans cover a pair of dark brown hiking boots.

He has somewhat long, dark brown hair pulled back into a loose bun. He has a scruffy appearance, having an unkempt week or so worth of stubble on his tanned face. This tanned face serves as a frame for dark green eyes that further accentuate his weary face.

Body wise he is in rather good condition. He could burn through some more body fat in order to have a more attractive body, but that is never a good idea when your life isn’t ideal. He is rather tall, and has a healthy weight, perhaps a bit more than average. His body, although not a tangled mess, gives off the impression that he has never heard of “manscaping.”

Health: Physically fit and in excellent condition, however mentally weakened.

 

Topic: Forum Games / A RELIGIOUS RETORT

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Topic: Forum Games / [Mafia-Based] Escape (End)

Sorry I am a bit late, but confirmed.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [Mafia-Based] Escape (End)

I have not played a mafia in a long time, or any game in similar style in this case. I do suppose it is about time I reengage with the community. Sign

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

Things i’m ready to admit i’ll never be
1) Batman
2) On the cover of TIME with the headline “The Future of Fucking”
3) Happy

- A wise man named Justin

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The List

San Marino

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Andre Reyes De La Barrera

As we walk I day dream back to the fight,

I remember clutching onto the back of the massive hornet as we sailed through the air. As my panicked mind was working on a plan, a crossbow bolt fired from a woman on the ground took out the wings of the mighty beast. As we soared towards the ground, I realized I was not quite out of the situation. Grabbing my sword, I dove off of the hornet, hoping my timing would be perfect. It certainly was. My sword lands squarely through the head of a wasp somewhat below the hornet. My weight drives the insect into the ground allowing a safe landing for myself. Drawing my rapier from the skull, I continue to fight within the fray. The rest was mostly a blur.

I am quickly jostled from my thoughts by Accalia, the woman with the crossbow from earlier. I cannot remember if I ever had the proper opportunity to thank her for her assistance. It was most likely not needed, and perhaps further endangered me, but I appreciated it none the less. I stare down the path. A dark, dense forest. Perhaps this could be a danger more so than the battle at the inn, or better off the battle at the inn has altered my perception and I am viewing everything else as a threat when it is in fact mundane. I do as the woman suggested and take strides into the forest leading the way, calling out over my shoulder, “I see not a threat to be seen. It is merely a collection of flora that poses no danger to us. Even if there was something harmful beyond what I can say, I can ensure you that no harm shall befall any of us.”

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

You know what I’m sayin’

 
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Topic: Forum Games / [RPG] Heroes of Patheus - Chapter 2 (OPEN)

Andre Reyes De La Barrera

I sleep a peaceful sleep, despite being fearful for my life. Whoever this fellow is I share my room with, I do not trust him. He seems different than the others. I know I should be trustworthy of those here with me, but I truly do not trust him. This peaceful sleep was quickly disrupted by screams of terror. Panicked yells assault my grogginess. Disoriented, I stumble out of bed towards the window. Peering out, I see something I must struggle to believe. Massive insects, large enough to cause more damage than any other insects I’ve seen before. I heard rumors of a land of giants, but these insects have not been the subjects of any tales I have heard. Perhaps nightmares, but not tales.

With haste I get dressed, and sheath my rapier before running out of the room. In a full sprint, I rush out of the front door. I witness what seems to be a scene of war. Fire dances from one position to another, greedily devouring the homes and flesh of the innocent. I must do something, these people need assistance. Rapidly, I break into a full sprint running along the side of the inn, away from the main conflict. A few seconds of this sprint before I reach the stable doors. Quickly, I throw the doors open, revealing my trusty stead. Without hesitation, I hop onto the saddle and we rush out towards the main street.

At full speed, we soar through the street. I spot many of the other fighters who were summoned to the meeting.They all seem to be handling themselves fairly well given the situation. That being said, things take a turn for the worst for myself. A great leech crossed my path. Quickly reading my horse, I realize it is too panicked to steer away. I am perched upon a sinking ship, I need to decide if I am going down with the ship. I am not going down with the ship. I quickly pull my feet from the stirrups, and stand erect upon the back of my horse. Shocked that I can maintain my balance, I attribute it to fate.

The leech lunges towards us, and just as it does I jump, launching myself over the beast. Turning in the air, I spot the leech’s mouth absorbing the panicked stead that I was raised alongside. As I begin my descent, I know I must strike with a vengeance. Rapier clenched in both hands, I prepare to impale the leech with all the downward force. This does not go as planned. As I fall, a massive hornet passed under me. Much to my shock, I impaled the abdomen of this tremendous vespa.

The impaled hornet rapidly flies upwards, and erratically, flailing in pain as it arcs through the sky, with me latched on the back. The sheer force from the wings alone is almost enough to dismount me from the insect. As we soar through the air, I begin to wonder if this will be how it ends. I must think of something.

 
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Topic: Forum Games / The General Thread

Sharing the work of someone I knew
and more
Also I am not in either video.