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Post by Mystdrago on May 5, 2016 22:05:04 GMT
So I'm gonna try this again because why the hell not, hope you enjoy
LIFEBOUND
A young man lays alone on the floor of his bedroom, it just so happens that today the fifth of may is the young man's best friends birthday. And though he was given life fifteen years and a few odd months ago it is only today that this young man will receive a name.
What will his name be?
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on May 6, 2016 1:45:30 GMT
> Fidgety Herbert
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Post by eerr on May 6, 2016 5:52:53 GMT
>Ronald Bixbi
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Post by Mystdrago on May 7, 2016 2:23:38 GMT
You groan sitting up, the placronyme above you displaying the an "interesting" (you guess) name, which you shake your head at. No matter how much you might wish it were different, you are not now nor will you ever be a gangster. You get up brushing lint from your pj's and nods approvingly at this offering of the unknown gods beyond the furthest, and accept the name. Your name is Ronald (Ron) Bixbi and your tastes are eclectic. You enjoy comics, of the adult variety, mostly occulty stuff like "Constantine" or "Justice League: Dark", but you have been know to enjoy the odd robot or "mech" anime. And while you could plainly gather your entire interest range from your bookshelf you lack any other physical merchandise to give indication. |
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Post by Sharkalien on May 12, 2016 2:27:51 GMT
>Get up and jam out
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Post by Mystdrago on May 12, 2016 6:01:35 GMT
>Ron: Jam OutYou don your headphones and begin listening to some tunes, as you go about straightening out the rug that you scewed with your sleeping. All the while you ignoring the messages that you half notice popping up on your computer.
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Post by The Paradoxical Insurgent on May 12, 2016 14:33:48 GMT
>Answer the messages. Do it.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 16, 2016 1:32:08 GMT
You let your song end then pick up your chair, before sitting at your computer.
-- artisticTransaltor [AT] began pestering galacticUnderdog [GU] --
TT: Ron
AT: Ron
AT: RON
AT: Ronnnnnnay boy
AT: Ron Are You Asleep?
AT: Well Get Back To Me When You Wake Up
-- artisticTransaltor [AT] ceased pestering galacticUnderdog [GU] --
-- galacticUnderdog [GU] began pestering artisticTransaltor [AT] --
GU: what???
AT: How'd You Sleep?
GU: great
GU: the floor was really comfortable?
AT: Oh?
AT: Why'd You Sleep On The Floor?
GU: what do you want AT?
AT: You Get The Game?
GU: lemme check
AT: Alright
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modernmorty
Juvesquirt
one shamrock at a time
Posts: 16
Pronouns: he/him/his
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Post by modernmorty on May 16, 2016 23:05:31 GMT
>Read one of your "adult" comics
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Post by Mystdrago on May 19, 2016 3:10:36 GMT
>Ron: Read one of your "adult" comics
You grab one of your favorites from your book self. "Kurohime" one of the best western style fantasy manga you've ever read; the romance, the comedy, and the comic nudity. But you only skim it as you have other things to do.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 26, 2016 23:51:35 GMT
==>
You completely fail at doing anything else as you got so absorbed in you book that you spent the last two hours rereading your whole Kurohime collection.
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Post by staircaseofkneecaps on May 27, 2016 0:05:22 GMT
>RON: Realize there is old carrot cake molding under your bed.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 27, 2016 1:27:19 GMT
>Ron: Remember the old carrot cake molding under your bed
You catch a whiff of rotting pastry and put your book down. Then check your stash. It looks just a little past edible...
You wolf it down and store the plate in your Inventory Modus. Which thanks to it's flipping weight limit, promptly ejects the heaviest item you were carrying, the 80 pound bust of Issac Asimov which lands with a solid thud right in front of your door pinning it closed.
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Post by Mystdrago on May 28, 2016 23:29:22 GMT
==>
You facepalm hard, why in the fuck do you even still have this thing? It's just a goddamn inconvenience it's not like your mom is around to force you to keep it around! fuck!!!
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Post by Mystdrago on Jun 1, 2016 23:40:30 GMT
==>
You attempt to move the thing and fail, achieving nothing but to make you tired. So you just captchalogue it and let the the ejected batch of knives lose in your room with a far amount of speed. You doubt your bed survived not that you are willing to look back at it.
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