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member for years
has written words
(~ full-length novels)
Successfully created a universe for others.
Created your first topic!
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Another user created a post in a universe you created!
Created your first non-default location in an RPG universe!
Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!
You posted your first topic in the Welcome Forum.
Wrote over 80,000 total words!
You created your first Quest!
Created a character that was later followed by another user!
Created a character in an RPG universe.
Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!
When the world ended people were expecting sandstorms and dust, not oceans and ice. Even now, humanity struggles to survive, 80 years after The Drop.
Look at you, hacker: a pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?.
A quest for immortality, given by a shadow. Guided by It's hand.
The Emperor is dead. The dragons are gone and so is their ancient enemy, but now something else lies on the horizon.
Fast-Forward to the planetary bank of Niihama in Sector 3. Jimmy passed though the automatic doors, carrying a single duffel bag and a burst-fire rifle in the other hand. Jimmy fired his gun in the air, bullets clipping against the roof. "Get on the ground before I make your life expectancy rather short." Jimmy fired a few more shots at the various guard's going for firearms."Come on, where the rest of my team?"
Jimmy started to move around the bank, throwing up tables for cover and dragging hostages behind them. "Oh my fucking god. I hope our ride can get though that." Jimmy shouted, vaulting back over the counter and pulling out a ring of grenades. Jimmy ran to the doors, kicking them open and strapping it to the door-frame, using a string from his leather shoe to make a tripwire connected to the front door that was connected to the ping of the first grenade.Jimmy ran back and slid over the counter. "We've got cops, train your eyes on the back entrances. Shoot to kill. I'm getting a hold of Frank"As he said that; A large black van was making it way past the police racing though the streets. The driver was a dread-locked black man, whose name was Frank. Frank drove the vehicle to the right in order to ram the police vehicles off course as they sped towards the bank. "FUCK OFF!"