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The RP-Haven Clan List

If you want your clan on the list, please comment with the name, short description, and any requirements of the clan. 


Some basic requirements for a clan to be added:

1. Be an RP clan to some extent

2. Must not be in clan probation (Check on the clan page in-game)

3. Has to have at least 2 active members

4. Must be recruiting.


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Un Hinge


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Like a Volt in the Night

'Calling Window Washer. Calling Window Washer. Hallo? Are you there?' Veronica stopped and listened to the radio. No response. She glanced out of the garage to the Picus gate, illuminated by guard light in the night, before returning to try the radio again. 'Calling Window Washer. This is Purple Pigeon. Are you-'

'Veronica is that you?' returned a voice within the crackle of static.

'Shh... Do not use my real name!' Veronica responded urgently.

'Oh yes... I forgot about that Veronica,' crackled the voice again.

'Fenster! No real names!'

Engel's picture

Holy woman

was waiting in line in front of a makeshift elevator down in Boneclaw, one of those contraptions that make you think if they are really worth getting into - you will avoid walking down the slippery slopes to the lower levels, but you run the risk of plummeting all the way down.

Subdane's picture

For the lol's

I found this very entertaining and felt like sharing ;P
Definitely check out "Epic NPC man" :D

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G97xdpy6Am4   - season 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbCM2VnSZQE   - season 2


When you skip the toturial



notheredave's picture



Sow a resurrection.. Is this is this  regurgitation in this Deathlands?....imobile almost frozen/ awaken cosmic orgasm our deaths my sweetness SO CUM WITH  u wilds every ever STEP  every animal we  U ever encountered....MMMMMMMMMMM Sow a.  HELL sustain shes good oh f**k very TELEPATH?

Brink's picture

The folk of Overlook Ridge

It was two years ago that I claimed the Plateau to be cleared of large maneaters. From the trailers of Toro Valley, a prime hunting ground where the majestic natural slope makes it easy to set up a machan for blind hunting, and over the treacherous Dry Flats where the worms call themselves the only hunters, all the way down to Westreach - a bleak place where food is sparse and predators crafty. 

Aventae's picture

The Nightmares of a Mad Child


(Art: ???) (Music: Relaxing Soundzzz)






Veronica Volt's picture

Incident at Picus Ridge - A Special Oddity


Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.

Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'


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da bomb

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A mind of its own

(the cole dyson rp has kind of taken on a mind of its own becoming his own FE world. Random rp with NPCS and quest givers has added some crazy and very fun rp, too much to write or even keep track of.


Since the wreck cole has:

Stumbled upon a cave with a hoard of dead bodies, exploring the cave cole found lifenet equipment making the may fly untrusting of clones.

His buddy ash was attacked and almost killed by a blight wolf

He made chota friends in Hope.

He and ash where beaten up in a bar fight by npc jerrry in beaus.

Aventae's picture

In the Men's Room (Pt 2)



(Artist: Rob Zombie: VRRV) (Music: Dolly's Nightmare)








A Little Help From My Friend

A full stomach, gas in his bike, Cole's luck seems to be improving. The young one lifer sets out for a ride to enjoy his day and make his way north looking for more work. Spirits high Cole hammers the throttle down, his old bike responds with a throaty roar and the suspension lowers from the hard acceleration and the bike and rider motor on down the road.




"Hose" be trippin!


the man lets out a grunt of pain as he limps towards his bike, one hand holding a small piece of rubber hose, his other cups the fresh wound on his shoulder.

"Fuckin' bitch!"
Cole kicks at a corpse of a blade dancer as he exits the small camp.

Mia's picture

The glitch of god

"You can stay dead only so long. Where first there was nothing, the pieces all come drifting back together like a movie of an exploding shell run in reverse.
The fragments come back slowly, grating together as they seek a matching part and painfully jar into place. You’re whole again, finally, but the scars and the worn places are all there to remind you that once... you were dead."

Canni Belle's picture

Little Girl Lost- Timelapse

"A childs gift is the ability to not recognize boundries and obstacles or the difference between good and evil until they are told what to think and what should not be seen.  A more pure energy can be found nowhere in the universe, a precious and fleeting resource that by its very design, craves a trusted hand to guide them."

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Red leather day


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Halloween Fantasy 700 years ago, last bit.

The senator stared, blank faced, for a few seconds at the gaudy flyer then, with pointed deliberacy, pressed a point on his desktop and the image of Joe Spivey’s flyer, along with the grinning buffoon face of Kort Chorfaleo joined those of the two doctors in electronic limbo. The three images might still be on their faster than light journey through sub-space but they no longer took up the senator’s time, and that was the important thing. 

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Rear Window [4]

"You see, 'like' isn't a word I would use to describe Mr. Spivey..." Fat Eric mopped his sweaty brow with the white linen serviette.

They had chatted over dinner for more than two hours. Dwight was feeling stuffed. Fat Eric had put away enough food to keep The New Flagstaff Orphanage going for a week. Dwight Frye considered his host as they ate. The dining room was as ornate as the study. The beefcake servants had kept them, well more so Fat Eric, supplied with food while the poncing military fairy of a butler fussed over their wine and latterly the coffee

Hyle Troy's picture


wrong account goof

Hanne Berg's picture

Rear Window [3]

The sun was decending in the reddening sky, almost kissing the near distant hilltops as Dwight turned off the main road and into the  cul-de-sac. 

Half way along the cul-de-sac, he brought his car to a smooth halt in front of the high black cast iron gates. He pulled the handbrake on with a rasp of the ratchet and wound down his door window. He was not at all surprised to find himself looking at the double circle of the business end of a sawn-off shotgun. He pushed the round rims of his spectacles up his nose a little and smiled at the barrels.

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween Fantasy 699 years etc... almost done.

Kort Chorfaleo mopped his brow with a large purple handkerchief. He was a big man, in a tight suit, under hot lights facing a man who, quite frankly, scared the hrakha out of him. The prevailing thought in his mind just now was ‘stick to the report, don’t get drawn’. 

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween Fantasy 699 years and 11 months ago...ish

It was thirty days later and many light years away. In one of the more profitable sectors of Imperial space, and Senator Geesh was hoping to get the day’s business out of the way before lunch. 

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Halloween Fantasy 700 years previously... part 2

The door slid sideways with a pneumatic hiss and the slight difference in air pressure between the corridor and the flight deck breathed a cloud of small debris and particulate matter into where the patrolman stood. Glad the debris hadn't included anything lethal, he stepped into the cockpit. 

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Halloween Fantasy... Meanwhile, several hundred years ago...

In the darkness, silent spurts of shimmering blue-white flame erupted like tiny random geysers. Each fiery triangle lasting for less than a second of bright, purposeful life. Their brief existence coincidentally serving to illuminate enough patches of the dark blue hull to determine the half disc shape and size of the thirty metre wide space ship as it manoeuvred incrementally closer to the still invisible derelict somewhere in front of and below them.

Hanne Berg's picture

Rear Window [2]

The phone the table had actually rang four times before Hanne snapped out of her thoughts and finally answered it.

"Hallo ?"  She enquired and instantly recognised the high camp voice at the other end.

" Miss Berg, Miss Berg, Miss Berg ! I heared you were returning to work and I just couldn't resist giving you a little  'welcome back' tinkle..  How are you, dearie? "

" Fat Eric... "  Hanne smiled to herself, " It seems one cannot sneeze without you saying 'gesundheit' for me. I am fine, thank you for asking. And you ?"


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