Mia - Fri, 07/08/2016 - 11:13pm
And you find yourself in the backseat of a car, glaring at the peaceful landscape flying by, dry air assaulting your face, and then you are in an irradiated zone, and then you are in a battle, a mass of sweaty bodies in full contact, your palms hurt with blood filled blisters, you feel restless and free, and then you are smiling for no reason, and then you are in a ruined big city, skipping the cracks on the pavement like a little girl even though this body never was one, and then people stare at you like you are a soulless cloned piece of meat, and you don't m
Knifeborn - Fri, 07/01/2016 - 6:40pm
100% OOC post for you guys to clear some things up.
I know it's hard to believe. But we still have SOME friends around.
Twisted Metal has friends? Woah. News.
On with the main thing though.
I never asked you to like me. I even made it very hard for you to. We don't care much for your Drama's. Truth be told unless we actually get to crush some people, we don't much care about it.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 06/30/2016 - 7:46pm
'The veranda of the Black Beer Bar,' Sharky told her on the radio, 'is a good place to watch the storm.'
It was. Veronica found Sharky already sitting on the bench on the veranda. They watched the storm, the charge of electricity in the air, the sound of the thunder, the flashes of the lightning.
After the storm, they went into the Black Beer Bar to have some food.
'The Jerky for me please,' Sharky said to Tex behind the counter before turning his head to Veronica and asking "And you? What would you like?'
Canni Belle - Sun, 06/26/2016 - 3:07pm
Till now,the biggest tree she had ever seen had been in Alpha County and protected by the Vista Faction. Aside from the occasional recloning in the past due to taunting Heretics, she had always been on good terms with them and so allowed access to the treasured monolith of a tree that was large enough for many people to live inside without actually harming it.
Aventae - Sun, 06/26/2016 - 2:43am
notheredave - Tue, 06/21/2016 - 11:39am
Hyle Troy - Tue, 06/21/2016 - 11:27am
Hyle watched Barry go back to his van. Joe Spiveys grocery list was complete. She looked around, then decided she may as well bring The Waffelhus accounts up to date. There would be no sunbathing that day so it was better to clear some of the paperwork which had backed up.
Outside, Barry had half staggered his way to the blind side of his van. He leaned his back against the white paint and let his knees bend. He slid down the side and sat pondering what to do.
Engel - Mon, 06/20/2016 - 11:58pm
- This is a very strange time of my life
- Why is that so, Engel?
- I feel restless... and useless.
- What should you be doing then?
- I should be out there, with a task, like I've done a hundred times before.
- None of it matters though.
- What the fuck are you saying? That's the single most disgusting thought.
- But it's true. You didn't change anything.
- What the hell are you talking about? I matter. I killed people. I removed the threat. They are gone. I...
Hyle Troy - Mon, 06/20/2016 - 12:35pm
Barry balanced the Curry carry out on his arm as he turned the key in the lock. He was looking forward to a nice relaxing afternoon. As he passed the phone in the hall he noticed there was one message waiting for his attention. He set the food aside and listened.
The voice on the message was female, The English was well spoken but with a definate accent of some other language.
" Is that Barry the Roofer man? Come to me as quick as you can ! "
Barry slumped. No curry, no tub for him today.
Hyle Troy - Mon, 06/20/2016 - 4:25am
Hyle smiled as she looked out of her window to see the sun beating down. She had cleared a space in her schedule and was now humming happily to herself as she packed her sunbathing kit into a bag.
"Towel... sun oil... "
She picked up the bikini, looked at it and chuckled. Then put it back in her drawer.
" Nej, you are not needed"
Dressing herself in loose clothing, she closed her house door and minutes later, Hyle's car was rumbling up Main Street, heading for The Waffelhus.
Veronica Volt - Sun, 06/19/2016 - 4:43pm
'He called you Missy?' Sharky asked.
'No, messy' Veronica replied. 'He said messy. Me! My corner is tidy unlike the rest of his storeroom.'
'I am sure he likes you paying rent, so he cannot complain too much,' Sharky pointed out.
Veronica was not listening. 'Messy! He is always losing things, not me. Except the hat day...'
'The hat day?' Sharky asked puzzled.
'The day my hat was missing.'
'The purple one.'
Sharky sighed and decided not to make the obvious comment. 'Did you find it?' he asked.
Robert Angus - Thu, 06/16/2016 - 1:31pm
Atop a small hill overlooking the District, the old biker sat stride his battle bike.
Shaking his head he could see the trappings of Lightbrights adorning former Traveler strongholds.
Gawd, he thought to himself, what has befallen the families that had held sway here.
Flicking through old radio frequencies, only to hear static on each one till her heard a faint voice on one.
Chuckling as he looked who it belonged to, the old biker called out. "Hello Miss Fryes, ye there lass?"
Robert Angus - Thu, 06/09/2016 - 11:40pm
Sitting astride his chopper the old biker kicks his beast into life. A hand firmly on the brake, he releases the clutch while giving the throittle a twist. The choopers back tire spins in place as a cloud of smoke begins to obscure the man and machine. Then as quickly as it started the biker lets off the throttle the bikes engine eases back to a gentle idle. Switching the engine off, the biker sends the beast back to sleep.
notheredave - Thu, 06/09/2016 - 5:37pm
https://youtu.be/8pG95lZFn3o 10:42 PM 2/2/2015 I ,mine, almost ][ru] are you getting there yet ? Tis Mostlys time , quite yes .....shes enigma U lust so .... before dawns Light..SHES FADES already Blayze so lot of em like that [ oc ]....> JOY think dave murdered? JOY, giver of, ........the clone subconscious lover of,,,,,,,,,,,,, every hate U noth KNOW now So much yes.now too, MYBE UR ,other world otherdave?
Kabou Dabi - Sun, 06/05/2016 - 10:28pm
Nisha Samara - Mon, 05/30/2016 - 2:18pm
((Suggestive content but nothing graphic))
*On a back wall of the dining room
inside Beau's Tavern
something is written
in a wide looping feminine script
upon a freshly painted surface.*
Robert Angus - Wed, 05/25/2016 - 10:05am
Do you crave the wind in your hair as the road miles fly by to destinations unkown?
Then join me at Beauvilles Tavern in New Flagstaff this Thursday, 7 pm (PST), as Ride Captain I will lead you to a destination unkown. Bring booze and ammo.
(( Yes, I have meandered back. I am interested to see how many RPers are still out there in game. For now I will try Radio Free Gaia radofreegaia.com. ))
Talicni Tom - Sun, 05/22/2016 - 4:53pm
Engel - Sun, 05/22/2016 - 3:17am
notheredave - Sat, 05/14/2016 - 12:58pm
6:24 PM“To find peace in the presence of the faultless is the desire of the one who seeks excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection?” THOMAS Mann https://youtu.be/QV9QleO9Eqc
Veronica Volt - Thu, 05/12/2016 - 5:07pm
'Ut ois bei Ohahsiz ahn Syidyar Yill,' she explained. 'Ahy yent yere ahn mah bahgy. Tah bahgy ahs mahsh lahgahg spahs fah tahls ahrnd ahkipmahnt.'
A brief pause before continuing.
'Ah ahreifed aht tah bahnker ahn zaw tah ahntarna ahn dah rahf. Thrah wahz ah lahdah baht yit wahz fahri- aahhh ah fahgaht tah sah ah wahnt anzeid baht tah dahrs tah fah stahps wahz shaht. Ah eih ahd tah spahk tah fah mahn insahd yahzing ah mahkerfohn nah tah dahr. Iyt wahz fahree strahng.'
calliep - Wed, 05/11/2016 - 7:51pm
Just a short undetermined length-ed backstory I wrote for Ress (short for The Wanderess). This takes place in present time for those who are curious enough. Despite the length, I'm extremely rusty and this is my first attempt at my roleplay comeback. Enjoy it, or don't, but try to leave a comment either way. Bitches love constructive criticism.
Bubezleeb - Sat, 05/07/2016 - 5:12am
I at first thought it would be easier. A simple motivation with easy steps to acheive a desired goal. How foolish I was, like a child beleiving the world to still be black and white. I find myself in a battle admist my own mind to contain my desire for the woman behind the mask. A lonesome and quiet home shadowed by the machine gun strapped to the window and decayed lawn activites much lived outside their usefullness. The door unlocked. The home is old. Slightly dusty. Drawings on the wall. Upstairs, a rifle hung up.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 05/05/2016 - 5:34pm
Veronica got out of the buggy and looked up toward the sign.
'LIFENET Making Eternal Life Affordable Cheap'
A joke? A protest? What of clones? Are they cheap?
Veronica shrugged. Not cheap but affordable and she was getting paid by someone called Kaylee to do this job. Repair the antenna she said, on the roof of the bunker.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 05/02/2016 - 8:40pm
The Chota woman stood in the tent and looked at the two children and shook her head. 'No, no more play. It is time for sleep.'
The children began to protest but the woman put her finger to her lips. 'Sshh. Quiet.'
* * *
'We should have kept quiet,' the woman said to her husband. 'We should not have spoken to the Enforcers.'
'It was the right thing to do,' her husband said wrapping his arms around her.
'I am afraid,' the woman said. 'I am afraid he will come.'
* * *
Joe Spivey - Mon, 05/02/2016 - 7:50am
The Alps began to rise around them. Before long you had to actually crane your neck and look up to see the skyline on either side of the road. Even looking ahead the snow speckled mountains seemed to be growing up out of the ground as they got nearer. But long before Bodil had to raise her gaze to see the endless azure still ahead they came to the town of Niederurnen, filling the now very narrow gap between the limestone walls of the pass.
notheredave - Fri, 04/29/2016 - 11:17am
Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- they’ll go through anything. You readLand you’re pierced.--Aldous Huxley - Brave New World
to suzi blayze queen of Untamed
Engel - Fri, 04/29/2016 - 9:34am
He is a terrible man.
On his chubby arm is a low-quality tattoo of a Virgin Mary holding a little baby mutant. As he walks into the bar the janitor looks up at him. Both of them are bald, and so is the barkeep, polishing the heavy glass beer mugs. The place suddenly feels like an annual Northfields failed hairdressers convention. There's nobody else in the bar, which doesn't come as a surprise since it's early morning and the Tap isn't even open yet.
Ardenn - Tue, 04/26/2016 - 9:44pm
(( I blame Canni and Dorado for the Crossover story. ))
"I will gladly peel away the layers of your body starting with your skin and whittling you down to your nervous system and keeping you alive the whole motherfucking time. Dont think I dont remember what makes you afriad or that I wont exploit it. She doesnt need to return to that place and honestly my only reason to return is to help people escape that place and that is it. Do I make myself clear, Salvaje?"
Talicni Tom - Tue, 04/26/2016 - 5:59pm