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Current Tips for Men, don't eat grapes, they turn you into pudding Monsters. Pudding Monsters are bad, m'kay.
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No, they're trying to fly the tank.
12 mos ago
Why am I so depraved?
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I love you all.
1 yr ago
Am I on too often? Maybe...
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This topic is full no more need to apply, thank you for looking ^_^
So, I came across this last year and thought it would make a good 1X1 RP.

It can be normal, or Romance, or Smutty. It will be darker and there will be cursing, violence, etc. The CYOA thing makes things seem happy, but it'll be taken a bit darker since that's more just an overview of things. So changes are going to happen to what is presented on the pages, and we can work together to add or change others.

Take a look at everything and let me know.

I only really do things through PM on here, so if you have questions or would like to discuss anything, PM me ^_^.

At least be able to post about a paragraph, more is better, but a paragraph is only 3-5 sentences.
CLOSED AGAIN - 10/15/19...
Hmm, so much Bumping... and then nothing. Almost like the game hit :P
I noticed, and thank you! I will get you a PM or the like after work.
I'd like in on this one. I saw the link for the OOC at the bottom of the site and it brought me all here.

Since I don't see any Rezmages. I don't even see any healers, so I can try to fill a blank role. Ala Mhigan Miqote RedMage (the class would have to be tweaked a bit), or a noncannon disciple of the wandering red Mage Teacher... something like that so I'm not in my forties.

All Hail Ultros!
BUMP due to abandonment.
An open door appeared on the side of what she could see of the mangled structure. It wasn't much, but open door meant NOT getting eaten by giant spider thing. There was some other noise nearby, but... don't think about that. She turned and threw the spear at the thing, last-minute effort, and it impaled the creature... but barely seemed to have an effect. At least it made it past the carapace. That meant the thing COULD be hurt to a degree, she just needed a much bigger spear. The open door blew past her, or she it and she was in the hallway a large claw thing poking in after her like some stupid comic she had seen back on earth.

She was panting heavily, less from the exertion, more from the panic and fear. "AI, can we get something on this section of the ship? any kind of interface, anything? a map on the wall saying you are here? She knew the answer before the AI said anything, but it was nice to ask. Her wary artificial gaze moved around the dingy hallway. Leaves and grass and all sorts of things had blown inside. That means the doorway had been open for a while. Again, the ship apparently had not crashed all that recently; though with flora and fauna like that who knows.

"One step at a time then," She stated aloud, catching her breath as best she could before starting down the hallway. No weapon now. maybe she would find a weapons cache? At least another broken thing that was basically a spear, please?
CLOSED DUE TO LACK OF VACANCY... Vacancies... Vaccines? - 10/15/19
She was panting, HARD, even at the breakneck speeds she was running the whatever it was was gaining on her. It was a spider-like thing, but it had 10 legs and was pissed that she had broken out of its web of... sticky goo. How had she walked into the sticky goo? She had been running from a smaller thing. Night was falling, and apparently, that meant much the same here that it did on earth. Crazy shit comes out to eat you. Luckily the thing didn't seem to be able to navigate around the tees in the same way that she could. Though, to be fair, if she had been a normal human she would already be dead.

"Sentient Smith, follow the trajectory I am overlaying in your vision," AI stated in her head. Well, this was useful, but the 'trajectory' was freaking absurd! How the hell was she supposed to do these maneuvers?

"AI, We're going to need a more NORMAL pathway. I'm still not used to this body, or it's abilities!" she yelled as the trees whipped by her at nearly 15 miles per hour. A great pace for someone constantly dodging shrubs, downed tree limbs, and trees. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she shouted to the air around her.

"Sentient Smith, I am picking up the remains of another portion of the ship ahead. Changing trajectory, we are 5 minutes out at current pace."

Good news! Probably somewhere safe to stay during the night, assuming she could get inside and assuming it wasn't overrun with fucking monsters or Whatever else this fucked up world had on it. Seriously, who thought this place was a paradise? The sound of crashing breaking things was still gaining on her, ten legs really were better than two!
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