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I can't act! D:

 

I know what you mean, but I don't know for sure.

 

But you know what happened last time I said that.

Don't mind Taint.

 

He is butthurt that Proto chose me over him.

 

 

What, Proto is siding with the enemy?! ..........this calls for a meme made original. <_<

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You know that you can count on me to join the ranks Black-san. Just be sure to send a pm notifying me of when the war is ready to get underway, okay?

 

 

Cool, this time it is me who will get to rip you a new one.

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Hey, Nex? Can you add some meat, skin, and other essential organs to the plot? Plox?

Give me about ten minutes and I'll think of something.

 

Actually make it 20.

 

@TPG: I noticed that if you replaced all u with a in your name you get ThatPhantomGay.

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Finished the story.

 

I can't add much because for one thing, I have no idea whatsoever who the teams are.

 

 

Funny thing.

 

I had no intention of making my own team.

 

It just happened.

 

Sorry about that Mars.

 

*Shrugs* It's fine.

 

Besides, I said in PM what I thought.

 

Also, teams:

 

el Make: Ruffians

Me: actors

You: Scientists and Machines

Roxas: The Government.

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No clue, as of yet, but it's the 'Government', so there needs to be a Level Limit or something.

 

[spoiler=New Forum Wars]

 

In ancient times there was a vast void, a web that consisted of nothing or nothing important.

 

Then the great mods came out of this nothingness, and through their might came reality.

 

From the very place where the mods stepped came the great city Forum, and it was soon inhabited by masses of people.

 

The mods cherished the city, as did it's people, and for a moment, things were good.

 

Then it came.

 

A man known as Draco, one of the peoples many champions, started getting in clashes with the mods himself, he was destroyed and his spirit exiled to the crossroads of destiny. And yet he remained.

 

For what could have made such greatness fall? It was simple really. For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction. With such beauty and perfection like that within Forum's walls, there was bound to be a opposite.

 

This was known as Glitch, a sentient manifestation of hubris and avarice.

 

It found it's entry point from within Draco's heart, and with his end it spread across the city.

 

It first went to the newborn, making those with potential lose everything they could have had, these empty husks were known as Noobs, and they were hated and destroyed with all the citizens of forum could manage.

 

Then Glitch got clever, it hid within the kids, allowing some to manifest as noobs, some to appear clean, when time was ripe the Glitch will manifest in the victims who were unnoobified, turning them into hideous monsters filled with pain and loathing for all things who didn't have to endure such suffering. These beings became trolls, and wielding corrupted fire they wished only to destroy all who were able to enjoy the freedom and peace they were so cruelly denied.

 

 

And then the Glitch possesed more and more powerful beings and the city had to strike them down.

 

Then the Glitch finally did the unthinkable.

 

The Glitch gathered a large gathering of Trolls and with the cover of night, prepared a large scale war, while it was quickly crushed by the mighty hand of the mods the Glitch managed to infect the very buildings of the fourm, towers began to crumble, darkness fell for long hours, peace had ended, in it's place was madness.

 

 

It was with sorrowful hearts that the mods did what had to be done. On that fateful day, with all the people evacuated for safety. The great gods, sealed there greatest work under 3 miles of stone, steel, and regret.

 

With this mournful work done, the Mods built a new city, one with buildings shining with promise, this was New Forum and it was the new home of Forum's former citizens.

 

And yet all was not perfect, noobs and trolls managed to hid among the refugees and survived Forum's sealing, and thus New Forum was still plagued by remnants of the Glitch's forces, those lost and without a leader.

 

Though worse than what remained was what was lost, for much of the power that made Forum so great was sealed up within it's walls.

 

 

The people, sad, bitter, and pretty pissed off, began to form into groups, guilds of sorts.

 

They fought over the seal of Forum, some wishing to unseal it and use it's power, some wishing to destroy it and the Glitch forever.

 

And some fought merely for the fight itself.

 

And three miles under this mass of chaos and blood, Glitch still lived, plotting his vengeance.

 

You may have sought it out, or you may have tried to flee, but you were still swallowed by this maelstrom of violence known as the New Forum War.

 

Try not to die, if you succeed in that you will be doing far better than most of your friends.

 

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Username: SPA7X

 

Your Characters: Shane DeRaptus="Cursed Heart Birthmark"

Zachary Alexander Newfound AKA “Akashic”="Mindscape"

D. ="Spirits of Revenge"

Artemis Infi="Tamers"

Twisted Obsidius Mephisto="Twistopia"

A bit more, but these are the main ones from current/my favorite rps.

 

 

A GOOD RP Sample (the best I could do without background):

As the twilight graced the row of willows in the garden, and as the eyes of the world slowly closed upon the day, one would not meet the same fate as the rest of the world. As he stood, hunched over the balcony of the white-washed mansion, his mind raced with thoughts of what had occurred earlier that day. The fight which nearly killed him, The dance, the words which never were spoken... Bandit's indecision was second only to his regret.

"You really should talk to her you know..." A sigh escaped his mouth. "Damnit... what more do I even have to say? It's her stupid fault anyway..." He felt cold silver touch his right hand as he grabbed the locket hanging from his neck: Her locket.

"Gods Luna... what more do you freaking want from me?" His face seemed to loosen as slight signs of depression briefly appeared before being replaced quickly by an angry scowl. "I'm wasting time here. It's already sundown, and this stupid mansion won't guard itself." Grabbing the black and red spear next to the door, Bandit headed back inside, The notion of completing his duty and possibly forgetting this awful day fueling his determination. "Stupid house... Stupid Luna..."

 

This good?

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