*your God has returned.. with foo fighters merch! sorry for my absence, I'm not on on weekends (i've a life) and I especially had a good reason this time, I was at a music fest!*
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*your God has returned.. with foo fighters merch! sorry for my absence, I'm not on on weekends (i've a life) and I especially had a good reason this time, I was at a music fest!*
*cool*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*your God has returned.. with foo fighters merch! sorry for my absence, I'm not on on weekends (i've a life) and I especially had a good reason this time, I was at a music fest!*
*cool*
*Too bad sailor isn't here.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
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The streets of Italy, certainly loud and rambunctious as children walk about...Adults mingle and talk amongst themselves, and certain people walk about in search of one another.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
The streets of Italy, certainly loud and rambunctious as children walk about...Adults mingle and talk amongst themselves, and certain people walk about in search of one another.
One of those people is a man with pale blonde hair in a tan suit with a peony in his lapel. He is smoking and seems at ease.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
Don nods back and walks into a nearby hotel, buying a two person room.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
Don nods back and walks into a nearby hotel, buying a two person room.
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A bipedal creature with a jaw made of steel and wheels for feet that looks like it was made of a disassembled truck engine materializes behind Fulvio.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
Don nods back and walks into a nearby hotel, buying a two person room.
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A bipedal creature with a jaw made of steel and wheels for feet that looks like it was made of a disassembled truck engine materializes behind Fulvio.
Don watches him through the window, shaking his head, a stopwatch appearing in his hand, click,click,click.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
Don nods back and walks into a nearby hotel, buying a two person room.
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A bipedal creature with a jaw made of steel and wheels for feet that looks like it was made of a disassembled truck engine materializes behind Fulvio.
Don watches him through the window, shaking his head, a stopwatch appearing in his hand, click,click,click.
In an instant, the cigarette falls to the ground. Fulvio is gone, and the haze it emitted forms a miasma around Propane Nightmare.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*Are you going to participate in the story, if so what side?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Yes, I will participate.
Note this however, I cannot choose sides. Not only must I play the NPC's I also have to play NPC's on the Good and Bad sides.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
*your God has returned.. with foo fighters merch! sorry for my absence, I'm not on on weekends (i've a life) and I especially had a good reason this time, I was at a music fest!*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*cool*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Too bad sailor isn't here.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Yeah.*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Also how are Vampire and Pillar man stats going to work?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(I AM BACK!)
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
*do we start?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Welcome. Do we go?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
(Yes- YES WE DO!)
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
*Cool, how?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
You all just start, I will set the opening remark
The streets of Italy, certainly loud and rambunctious as children walk about...Adults mingle and talk amongst themselves, and certain people walk about in search of one another.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
One of those people is a man with pale blonde hair in a tan suit with a peony in his lapel. He is smoking and seems at ease.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don sits in the shadow of a nearby building, simply watching, waiting. His hair swaying in the wind, he occasionally makes eye contact with a blond, inconspicuously.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Fulvio nods across the street to him. The smoke from his cigarette curls into an odd spiral shape.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don nods back and walks into a nearby hotel, buying a two person room.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A bipedal creature with a jaw made of steel and wheels for feet that looks like it was made of a disassembled truck engine materializes behind Fulvio.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Don watches him through the window, shaking his head, a stopwatch appearing in his hand, click,click,click.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
In an instant, the cigarette falls to the ground. Fulvio is gone, and the haze it emitted forms a miasma around Propane Nightmare.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.