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Charmander25 OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 107 |
Posted: Sat, 02/12/2023 01:43 (1 Year ago) |
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This is the form [b]Hey Charmander![/b]
I want to buy a pokemon as an easter egg! Username: [insert username here] Pokemon: [insert pokemon here] Shiny or Not? : Yes/No Gender?: F/M (depends on the pokemon) Cost: [insert cost here] Tips? [insert tips here] (optional) Others? [b]Thanks![/b] And the cost is 200pd each easter egg and yea im not selling actual shiny pokemon [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Fri, 01/12/2023 18:40 (1 Year ago) |
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Ugh. The silence was getting on her nerves, this train ride was already long enough. President Moon had mentioned that the cabs were open to go between, and Mei assumed all the tributes had been picked up already, so... It wouldn't hurt to do a bit of exploring, right? It was obvious her district partner didn't want to talk, given his closed off demeanor and "slightly" disgusted expression towards Mei. Oh well, his loss, ammiright? Who wouldn't want to talk to the borderline psychopathic one-eyed one-horned flying purple people eater? Well, her little journey was about to answer that, even though the results were pretty obvious from the start. But first... There was food, right? Man, she was starving. She got up from her chair and began to grab a plate, filling it up with everything that appealed to her while occasionally chucking some over at the male tribute, not once looking in his direction while doing so. After he had muttered an annoyed remark under his breath, Mei responded with a giggle before moving to the other cars. Nothing significant happened until District 4's car, which was occupied with three people this time. Huh. Looked like someone had the same idea she did. Oh, and there was a little girl wailing her butt off like a baby, that too. "Awww, does someone miss their mommy? Cheer up bucko, it would be such a shame if you died crying!" Mei snickered, chucking a slice of kiwi at both Liela and Raiyhan's face before moving on, making sure to hit the other guy in the room with a cheese cube as well. Again, nothing significant happened other than being yelled at and called various things by her targets until she reached District 7's car, where the cab was completely silent and the tributes inside were doing nothing thus far. Well, the tiny girl seemed to be eyeing the snacks, but the male looked like he was trying to take a nap or something. How... Boring. She started by chucking a grape at Daischön, then cheese at Minya. Mei decided to throw a few more blocks at her for the hell of it, almost desperate for a reaction at this point, but she was starting to run low on snacks. Insert joke about Mei chucking her entire plate at the invisible ghost that occupied cab 9 here. Last but not least, cab 12, home to the infamous District 12 tributes. Honestly at this point, Mei was surprised the Capitol still brought them in. Their District was hit hardest by the plague due to the extreme poverty, and they were the District with the least success in the Games anyways. Oh well, just another pair of rats to toy with I guess. She entered the car and observed the two tributes. Then she immediately chucked an entire orange at Idris's face, and a watermelon slice at she who must not be named. Now she was done for the day. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mar took one last glance at Minya before shutting his eyes for a nap, taking note of the apparent rage that she now held before doing so. No wonder, Moon's words set him off a little as well, he was just too lazy to act on it. As soon as the snacks were mentioned though, those small eyes seemed to jump priorities. Unfortunately, he was a bit too preoccupied with his own things to have room for being hungry, so he didn't share the same. Before the edgy nightmare backstory could be inserted during his nap time, a small thud to his forehead woke him from his slumber. The grape fell into his lap and he simply stared at it with annoyance. He only barely caught a glimpse of the purple-haired tribute as she targeted Minya before walking out. Oh lovely... It seemed they had a class clown after all. He groaned as he got up to throw the grape away, and before he walked back he figured he might as well grab a bite while he was up. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "...hey? You alright?" A piercing chill went through her entire body, one that inevitably led to her sobs being stopped by an immediate choke. Instead of the rushing thoughts that eroded at her mind, the presence of another tribute made it go completely blank. What a harsh snap back to reality. But the chill had a reason for its near paralysis, it was a reminder of where she was and her circumstances. Liela couldn't even think after what had happen, didn't even consider what could be a result of her childishness. Sure, she didn't want to become the Victor and live in such a lonely world much longer, but... The least she could do was try, right? If she made herself an easy target, that would just be... She couldn't bear to think about it anymore, she couldn't risk the sobs returning. Other tributes were around her now, everyone that would eventually perish by each other's hands. She was headed to the Capitol for heaven's sake, there were cameras pinned on her at this very moment. That crying fit only labeled her as the weakest one here, to both the entirety of Panem and the tributes, and that just meant... She continued to hold herself in a ball, but angrily wiped away her tears and quickly hushed up her sniffling. Her eyes only gazed emptily on the ground in front of her, and no reply came out of her mouth. It didn't matter if she was "okay" or not, it wouldn't matter in the end, at least. The Games would still continue, as would everything else. There was nothing she could do, and in the end, her tears were shed for nothing. The pat on the back made her flinch, but it somewhat did its job at least. It calmed her down a bit, but it somehow still stung. Just old memories, itching away at the open wound. "...just....let it out? Sometimes it's better that way." "I'm... fine now. Thanks," She muttered bluntly, her voice rasp and quiet as a result of the endless screaming it had to endure. Her tone almost seemed... Bitter, as well. She began to close her eyes for a moment, just trying to find a moment to recollect, but it was all interrupted by a slice of kiwi hitting her head and a taunting voice that followed. "Awww, does someone miss their mommy? Cheer up bucko, it would be such a shame if you died crying!" In a moment, Liela's sorrows turned into anger, which spilt the last of her tears onto her knees. She balled up her fists and glared at the girl, wanting so desperately to scream at her and make her pay for what she said. Run up to her and pummel her face, refute those words and made sure she paid for dare saying that to her. She didn't have the strength to get up though, so all she could do was mutter some utterly horrifying words under her breath and give Mei a piercing stare that could rival her own. In short, Liela would remember that. [Read more] |
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~litten~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 116 |
Posted: Fri, 01/12/2023 01:09 (1 Year ago) |
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Cath~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 97 |
Posted: Tue, 28/11/2023 03:08 (1 Year ago) |
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คภ๔гคєɭ ςครร๏ฬคгץ ~~~ קг๏Ŧเɭєг Andrael's jaw tightened imperceptibly as Lana's cultured French words hung in the air like a finely woven tapestry of tension. The cool exterior that shielded her emotions remained steadfast, a practiced façade that betrayed no hint of the myriad thoughts and memories churning within. Lana's use of the French term of endearment, a subtle reminder of a shared past, cut through the room like a thin blade. Andry reciprocated with a nod, her voice measured and civil, as if each word was carefully selected to maintain an air of detachment. "Define a long while." She leveled Lana a sharp gaze. "Yes. I am currently under the clockwork's employ. I've found a place here." It was a subtle warning for Lana to not screw this up. She knew the other woman had more than enough dirt on her to absolutely destroy her. And if she was being honest with herself, Andry knew nowhere near enough to return the favor. But most of all, it was the stupid unsettling familiarity of her presence. Andry instantly knew her smile was fake, all sharp edges and predatory gleam - the revelation second nature, of course - because she had seen a real one before. Her posture, her accent, her impeccable style... It felt like yesterday. "Andrael. I appreciate the concern, but like everyone else, you can head down to the Investigative Department and await your assignment." Ouch. It was a blatant attempt to dismiss her like a petulant little child. So Narcisse was in a bad mood today. Andry coolly raised a single eyebrow at him, as if to say Really? He was the immature one in this situation, and it showed. "Funny. You'd think you'd want to maximize my hours, get every bit of extra use out of me. I'm currently free now that the Otsana case closed up, and thought I'd... swing by. I can see now that this was an inopportune time. My apologies, Narcisse. Lana." She nodded at them both, looking bored, before leaving the conference room. Her respectable heels clicked as she swept down the halls, returning to her office. The profiler's office, shared by herself and her colleague, Lydia Satou, was her favorite place in the whole building. The room, though not expansive, exuded an air of professional precision and meticulous organization. As Andry returned, the absence of Lydia was evident, allowing her a moment of peace. Lydia had far too much energy for their line of work. Her desk showed it... not so much messy as cluttered, nine thousand different ideas haphazardly arranged. Andry's desk, however, was a study in pristine neatness. Every book and paper found its place, aligned with mathematical precision, each angle a testament to an unwavering commitment to order. The desk's surface gleamed in the morning sun filtering in through the window. There were no pictures, no small items, nothing resembling personal value of any sort. Andrael could never be too careful. On one side of the room, the murder board commanded attention. The whiteboard, previously filled with a labyrinth of clues, photographs, and red strings mapping connections, now stood cleared and pristine. Pushpins, bereft of their prior purpose, lingered on the board like sentinels awaiting the next case. The red strings, once weaving a web of complexity, now lay dormant, their purpose fulfilled in the closure of the last investigation. Awaiting her next case, Andry took out a pen and ink and began to draft a letter to... someone. The door was ajar allowing visitors - usually the interns or junior detectives. They were always able to bring cases to a profiler. She would almost welcome a distraction right now, thoughts of Lana and Narcisse tangling together in her mind. [Read more] |
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Absbor ONLINE  Forum Posts: 1,188 |
Posted: Sun, 19/11/2023 16:19 (1 Year ago) |
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Welcome back to the PH times~ :D  19/11/23 || Issue #208 || Editors: Absbor & BoomBoy “Ouch… I'm not done yet! [...] Protecting my friends is my duty!” ~ Nidorina from PSMD       Good luck shiny hunting~ Over the course of recent months using the Global Trade Station has become a weird place. Some spam the GTS full and others just want to become incredibly rich fast and some are stuck in the past and can’t move forward. Until the moment a user has finally snapped starting on the 6th of November. It heated up so much that out of frustration this user left the site. For clarification, we don’t know both sides. We don’t know the full story of each other and have to stay neutral as possible as witch hunting is forbidden. I’m asking you the same. I know it’s hard to do it. Please remember, first and foremost: this is a game about clicking. Calm yourself down and come back later. Talk to one another instead of reporting each other immediately. If it’s not working out, don’t engage with one another again. Totally Not Satire Times
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Yuji OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 149 |
Posted: Fri, 17/11/2023 17:09 (1 Year ago) |
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I want to buy a pokemon as an easter egg! Username: [insert username here]pokeashcool Pokemon: [insert pokemon here]litten Shiny or Not? : Yes/ Cost: [insert cost here]200 Tips? [insert tips here] (optional) uhm 100 pd Thanks! [Read more] |
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Charmander25 OFFLINE Forum Posts: 107 |
Posted: Fri, 17/11/2023 09:04 (1 Year ago) |
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Hey guys! I'll be making an art shop! (this is it!) Pls note that i might copy google images so credits to google This will be my first time making art to sell! I'll try my best but I'm not a good artist :( What I'm selling:Pokemon as an Easter Egg200pd each Example:  (This was rushed)That's it for now XD (Ill make more available things later) Form[b]Hey Charmander![/b]
I want to buy a pokemon as an easter egg! Username: [insert username here] Pokemon: [insert pokemon here] Shiny or Not? : Yes/No Gender?: F/M (depends on the pokemon) Cost: [insert cost here] Tips? [insert tips here] (optional) Others? [b]Thanks![/b] Feel free to comment a Pls don't let my shop die~ [Read more] |
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Lord_Charmonder OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 131 |
Posted: Tue, 14/11/2023 23:06 (1 Year ago) |
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andrea~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 58 |
Posted: Tue, 14/11/2023 11:49 (1 Year ago) |
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“Well I suppose prey isn’t the most fitting word either. What’s a better word for it….goods? Mmm, yeah, that seems like a better term. You’ve no idea how easy men are to manipulate after a few drinks, a couple accidental displays of indecency and the like. Rohypnol is a particularly handy drug to induce sleep. As well as anterograde amnesia. Though most don’t survive more than a day after interacting with me.” Andrea drawls out, curling her fingers like a cat and admiring her way-too-pointy purple nails. “Well….If you do wanna show your appreciation, sweetheart, there is something you can do. And please, do feel free to call me Alia…..” Andrea trails off for a moment or two, as if considering if she should continue. “What do you say you spend some of your free time with me? I could teach you how to do forensic analysis. A little bit more knowledge never hurt anyone, y’know what I mean, cutie?” Andrea clearly enjoyed seeing how flustered Cass got, evident by the small smile on her face, the most genuine expression she had ever showed during this…intern welcome thingy. “Chin up, darling. Appearances may not be everything, but it’s certainly damn helpful. Put on an air of confidence, hold yourself with pride. And try not to fluster and stutter. It’s cute, that’s for sure, but won’t leave a good impression on your work partners.” Andrea purred out, stretching out a hand to flick upwards, gesturing to Cass. [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Mon, 13/11/2023 20:43 (1 Year ago) |
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Abryn Soelare "YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" Oh lovely. First thirty minutes of being here and some idiots were already bickering and getting physical? Honestly... What did he expect? Not like this was uncommon, people having their disagreements and all, but seriously? Here of all places? this early too? Abryn was just about to have a nap, already bored of the seemingly random conversations happening all around him that he couldn't even be bothered to pay attention to. That yell was just startling enough to disturb him, never to return to that blissful slumber again... He took one last sip from his mug of coffee before hoisting himself off the chair with a sigh, his movements already somewhat groggy. Abryn took a moment to stretch his back before stuffing his hands into his coat pockets, then made his way to the commotion. Jesus... Bunch of teenagers talking with their fists. He recognized one of them, Andreja, figuring the rest were probably interns. Not surprising, she was a bit of a hot-head, but the time it took for her to get into trouble was. He stood before the two, looking over at the much younger bystander before glaring back at the WWE fighters. "Aaaaalright, break it up you two..." Cassidy Louvin Oh yeah. She completely forgot that she was supposed to be scary, honestly. This was one of the first times Cass actually interacted with Andrea, never really having the chance to due to being in far different departments. Although... Now that she thought of it, she heard a bit of chit chat every now and then about how intimidating she really was. Oh well! That never stopped her before, maybe Andrea wasn't as scary as everyone said, right? Orrrr maybe, just maybe Cass was oblivious enough to be one of the lucky ones. The thought that Andrea would probably kill anyone else didn't even come into her mind. Less annoying, huh? Those words sent a small tinge of pain into her heart, but the goofy smile still remained. She was always told about how her eccentric and outgoing attitude was a pain in the ass to deal with, but... At least she wasn't being shooed away, or worse, smacked, right? Cass went a little bug-eyed at the comment about men screaming, a little shocked and taken aback, but over all still fascinated. Really driving the whole "supervillainess" vibe home there, aren'tcha? Cass thought it was cool, as made obvious by the lack of any self-preservation and continued attachment to her new buddy. Even if the term was a bit one-sided. Fun little quirks made people unique, y'know? It was always great to run into someone this fun and interesting. "Prey?" She watched with a small laugh as Andrea made those gestures. "Oooh, how frightening~" "Alright, noted! Hope I can return the favor and all, show my 'preciation, y'know?" Cass was probably grinning ear to ear by now, smiling so much it would make the Joker jealous. Been a while since anyone other than her family and small children made such a meaningful interaction with her. Sure, there were others here who knew her and all but they usually never... Let's just say "met on good terms." Speaking of good terms, was that a nickname she heard? Alia. Damn that was a neat one. Better than Cass, honestly... "Alia..." She repeated, "I like it!" Speaking of nicknames, Andrea sure was using quite the variety for Cass. She didn't mind being called "darling" and "cutie", honestly. Plus, made the conversation more relaxed, somehow. The compliments kept rolling as well, flustering Cassidy even more. And the confidence? Andrea clearly took pride in her work and wasn't afraid to show it, Cass admired that, and honestly wished she could do the same. Sure she wasn't all that hard on herself and all, she knew she was going far in her line of work based off age and skill alone, but it still felt a little wrong to be proud of it. She was just doing what she wanted to do, doing what she was told, meeting standards, right? Didn't feel all that special, but if someone like Andrea thought it was "not too shabby," then who was she to say otherwise? "I-" Deep breaths Cass, it shouldn't be possible to be this flustered. "Uh... Thank you! Just doin' my best, heh. I think you're doin' pretty good yourself!" [Read more] |
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LilithClawthorne OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 238 |
Posted: Sun, 05/11/2023 19:43 (1 Year ago) |
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Name: Macy Pewt
Gender: Trans woman Age: 20 Birthday: June 29th Role at the Agency: Janitor Personality: She’s generally introverted and dislikes interaction with strangers, stemming from a mixture of social anxiety, social phobia, and a general dislike of her appearance. Despite this standoffishness when it comes to strangers, she’s extremely talkative and vibrant with those she cares about. She’s extremely passionate about her wide range of interests. She’s very passionate about her opinions and ideas, sometimes enough so to override her social phobia, causing her to accidentally burst out loudly proclaiming something before suffering immediate regret. When around someone she hasn’t bonded with but who she admires, she tends to be extremely timid, as opposed to her usual neutral disposition. Personality Type: INFP-T Description:  []Height: ~5'8" []Weight: ~131 lbs []Skin Tone: White []Hair Style: Thick, shoulder length, and wavy []Hair Colour: Lavender []Eye Colour: Grey-Blue []Clothes: Black tank top, grey leggings, black sneakers []Accessories: Black necklace, trans flag pin []Other: History: She was pretty well off with basic needs, but had an abusive and often controlling family. She spent the majority of her life keeping everything from anyone except her closest friends. I'm too lazy to come up with more specifics but she's a self-insert in every way imaginable so you can interpret and I'll probably decide more as I get more comfortable rping as her. Sexuality: Aegoromantic/Homosexual Voice Claim: I'm still thinking about it [Read more] |
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Dorky ONLINE  Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 05:38 (1 Year ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Well... That was dramatic. "Sorry sorry!~ Alright. I'll murder you later. For now, what do we want to do, besides mothers? More dinosaur nuggies? Or do we stop torturing Darcy and actually go do something productive? It's up to you, honestly." "How about we go write self-insert fanfics? Red string of fate, get all romantic~!" It was almost like he wasn't even there. Only Miyako's momentary mention of him reassured him he was still there. Darcy felt more like... A statue, than a person. Just... Standing there... As those two lovebirds joked around, without a care in the world. In the middle of a Killing Game. His idea was unheard. As he should have expected. What else could he expect, really? But to be ignored. And forgotten. ... It made him want to vomit. [Read more] |
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LilithClawthorne OFFLINE Forum Posts: 238 |
Posted: Sat, 04/11/2023 05:37 (1 Year ago) |
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"How about we go write self-insert fanfics? Red string of fate, get all romantic~!" Shi swooned and did a dramatic twirl as her heel dug deeper into the fragile wooden floor. [Read more] |
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Dorky ONLINE Forum Posts: 47 |
Posted: Wed, 01/11/2023 21:56 (1 Year ago) |
🦋Darcy Harper's POV💌Gee. Okay, Mr. Grumpy Grump. ...okay. Not like Darcy himself was any better, but at least he was TRYING to act positive about this. ...plus... he couldn't say he approved of Kubo much either. He and Idris could at least agree on that. What an odd group they were... "We already have a decent group size here, and I don't know where anyone is right now. Also, isn't prom soon? We should focus on this before everyone gets distracted by that stupid prom." Darcy sighed. "Yeah, you're right. That might be a good idea. Okay... what should we try first? Should we check for vents and windows?" Of course he recalled seeing those inside of buildings and the occasional movie Sawyer forced him to watch with them, and occasionally he thought they might make for a good escape in an emergency. Stupid prom... Darcy almost winced, but forced himself not to. Yeah. Stupid prom. He had to agree with Idris there, he just... hoped this time would be better. This time would be different. "Speaking of prom....it's such a huge trap, right? Someone is definitely getting murdered, I can just feel it. So, I feel like we should keep watch on everyone, y'know? Keep a count of all the knives in the kitchens and whatnot-" Okay, still as grumpy as ever. He was right, though, and Darcy knew it. "Yeah... the goofy chunk of Yin-Yang metal probably just wants to let everyone's guard down. I mean, come on, what OTHER motivation could he possibly have for 'cheering you sad saps up'?" he asked sarcastically, doing air quotes as he mimicked the stupid bear's words. "Agreed... knives in the..." ... "...wait..." [Insert black-and-white version of an earlier scene with the player clicking through the dialogue because this is Danganronpa after all] "Is that how... Sawyer's hands got all..." he said out loud, without realizing. "I mean- never mind. I guess that explains what I saw earlier." ...had Sawyer... killed someone? No. The thought was unthinkable. They wouldn't do a thing like that. Plus, it was THEIR hands that were injured. It had to be self-harm. "I just....I just don't want another death." Darcy crossed his arms and stared at the floor. "I feel you about that. I... still can't believe that four of us are dead now. It's kind of crazy, when you think about it." ...it was. And there was something a little upsetting, about the fact that... Kaoru was dead, and oh wow, look at Jerky McJerkface Detective over there. Someone who had clearly mattered to him, or USED to matter to him sacrificed her freaking life for him. Darcy gritted his teeth, and tried not to flat-out yell at him about it. Like, okay, yeah, the others here were strangers, so if you were that much of a jerk, fine. But Kaoru had MEANT something to him, or at least used to. And she SACRIFICED herself for you. Do you seriously not care? Granted, Kaoru wasn't the best person. They'd framed Sawyer for the murder, so naturally, Darcy had reason to be seriously ticked off at her, but she hadn't deserved to die. At least... Darcy thought that was what he was supposed to think. No, he definitely thought she didn't deserve to. Right? ... Oh. It was all so confusing, he didn't even want to think about it. But one thing he knew was, SERIOUSLY, what the hell, Kubo? And that guy had the nerve to act like everybody was nothing without him. Like they all NEEDED him. Oh, yeah, and not to mention to literally almost drive Lucian to suicide, who was just trying to get him to stop fighting with Idris. And then... something made Darcy restrain himself even further. If everyone just fought with and insulted Idris and Kubo... and didn't give either of them the chance to mature and do better, it'd just make matters worse. I told you I thought I was better than that, didn't I, Mei? I'm good. I'm a good person. Or so I want to believe. But no, he wasn't a good person. It was about time he accepted that. A good person wouldn't do what he did, and keep it a secret. There was a reason that that photo was up there. Or at least... used to be. He slowly pulled it out of his pocket and stared at it. Two people, holding hands, on a bench. They looked so happy, and yet... it was monochrome. Isolating it as a thing of the past, a thing that was no more. The past was no more. Is there... even a reason... Sawyer's was up there? He didn't believe... or... he didn't want to believe... that Sawyer could have some dreadful secret that they never told anyone. Two tombstones... what could it possibly mean? It was best not to think too much about that. It hurt to think about. He'd be happier just not knowing. Not knowing the dreadful things everyone here might have done. The scars that they had, the secrets they hid... It was best to just live life hiding behind lies. Behind masks, wasn't it? And that was something he envied. Sawyer's denial, although it... made them so confused... and it... made them forget so many things... they were happy. They were always happy. And Darcy couldn't stand it. Oh, shut up. His brain needed to shut up. "It might be best if we ensure that nobody is alone, at the same time, so nobody winds up dead. Although... yeah. Most people will probably show up for prom, I think... so we should probably start theorizing now." I'm not good. But I want to be good. And I just hope... eventually I can find it in me to become someone good. I can't pretend I'm better than anyone here... because... I'm really not, right? [Read more] |
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Pointer OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 42 |
Posted: Fri, 27/10/2023 07:36 (1 Year ago) |
Long term goals 124 out of 10,000  49 out of 10,000  Get enough golden coins - 100,000 GCC [Read more] |
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Nine11mrlonely OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 227 |
Posted: Mon, 09/10/2023 02:31 (1 Year ago) |
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A man's voice rang out- unfamiliar to most. "Ahem, is everyone listening?" The doors slid shut. "Alright, great, yeah! Howzit going, everyone? This is a PSA... is that the term? Eh, f*** it. I dunno. But here's the thing. If any of you were on a bus and got bit by a coughing stranger, you're turning into a zombie. be careful, everyone!" [Read more] |
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Daiko OFFLINE Forum Posts: 280 |
Posted: Wed, 04/10/2023 06:29 (1 Year ago) |
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Today was quite the interesting day, business appeared to be booming and the crowd was equivalent to one you'd see at a concert. Without all the flashing lights, music, and festivities of course, there wasn't nearly as much enjoyment to go around here. There were probably just about as many drug deals though, which Kakfa found the comparison humorous. Sure it might not be entirely accurate, but it gave her an excuse to look at the dreadful market in a different light. Speaking of the market... Her eye caught some interesting individuals, some were even regulars she could recognize by name. Aurs, unicorns, vampires, ghouls, you name it. Even some prominent humans scattered around, probably making up most of the free walkers among this place. You were lucky to find an uncaged Unnatural around these parts, especially smart ones considering how stupid one would have to be to wander around. This place was essentially a glue trap for little rats, exactly what the humans saw them as. Kafka knew her honestly underwhelming and lazy disguise wouldn't hold forever, someone was bound to notice how odd she appeared, even if they didn't have a clue as to what her identity was. Some desperate seller calling out random passersby, and she just so happened to be one of them, was decidedly her cue to move on. Do what she came here to do. Her walk along the entirety of the market wasn't without reason after all. As a zannie, her little dance with a wonderful thing called pain made it incredibly easy to pinpoint individuals, see where the most populated areas of the market were. Everyone is always constantly in pain, even the smallest amounts of it is detected by her "sixth sense." This would be the perfect time to insert the edgy "you can't run from Kafka" line, right? After what seemed like hours, a few long, stressful, intimidating, and sweaty ones at that, there seemed to be a man who stood out among the rest. He had the unique jacket, paralyzing glare, impatient expression, and just seemed to be waiting for someone. Of course, Daavit automatically assumed this was the guy he was looking for, mostly due to his desperation for this hunt on his buyer to end. Of course, he couldn't end the journey without a slight inconvenience to tap the little scale his fragile temper rested on. An aur had ran by, he could tell just by looking at them. Nobody really cared about the species, considering they weren't on the "Dangerous Unnaturals List" and their parts sold for nearly nothing, so the encounter didn't mean much to him. Although, he had been careful and watchful this entire time, knowing that even the slightest mess-up could lead to his end. He'd seen it happen before, angry visitors getting ticked off by the slightest brush and starting a massive fight, which never ended up well considering how at least 50% of the people here had a firearm. And well... He had to admit, he was on edge from the moment he got that call. Even more so when he finally arrived at this damned market. Something didn't seem right about the details, or lack thereof, and the method of exchange was... Unorthodox, to say the least. Plus, not to admit the fact that he was one of the most highly hunted Unnaturals, and not only because he was a unicorn. He had to hand it to his species, powdered unicorn bone was highly addictive, but his nearly nonexistent morals won the battle and he decided to not become a junkie on cannibalism. At least, not for that specific drug. Actually nevermind, he valued his life too much to even take more than the recommended dose of ibuprofen and this job already gave him enough energy drinks to last a lifetime of any substance he could possibly take. Back to his paranoia. He was already a massive seller on the black market, his alias becoming one of the more well-known names floating around. He did his job and he did it well, many knew to turn to him if they ever needed anything specific or something that not many others were willing to do. He always did this in the shadows, careful about how things were handled. So being out in the open like this, completely exposed and vulnerable, was not exactly his style. Normally he would send a hire out to do the deed instead, but the buyer made sure to specifically request his presence. Again, normally he would work around this, but the way they spoke and the instructions they gave, it set him off. Sure he didn't get the entirety of the message due to his drowsiness, but he got enough to tell. He could've just turned down the deal, yes, but the caller was strangely insistent. Daavit felt like he couldn't turn it down even if he wanted to. He could almost feel the line of red pointed straight at his skull that morning, like that entire thing was a threat. Too bad it was an ungodly hour, and not even someone like him was immune to the effects of tiredness. Wait for it... And... Yeah, there ya go. It finally clicked for him, took him long enough. Worst possible place too, he was just standing in the middle of the crowd, looking like an idiot, the guy he was supposed to meet right in his line of sight. The phone call, the instructions, the voice, the circumstances... How the hell did he not notice? An embarrassing mistake to make for a highly experienced dealer like himself. No one should've been able to get his personal contact information, the buyer called directly to Daavit's personal phone. They must've known it was extremely early in the morning for him as well, making it the perfect time to catch him off guard. That voice, he had the slightest feeling that it was familiar. Sadly, his gut can't be trusted minutes upon waking up, all it will tell him is that they want food. That voice that he knew all too well, the voice that started this hell in the first place. Even if Daavit caught onto the "calling the personal phone" trick early on, losing them the element of surprise, the initial hostility he would have upon catching the trick would've woken him right up to recognize the voice from the get-go. That call would tell him that they knew who he was now, they knew where he lived, they knew his phone number. They knew he would piece it together sooner or later, and they were counting on it. In fact, speak of the devil, the man in the jacket eventually spotted him and smirked. Even through the hood, even through the mask, and even through the well hidden hellhound pup. They knew. And that smirk said it all. Daavit wasn't even sure how he didn't recognize the man, not until that dreadful smirk appeared, one that hid a thousand stories. A zannie, one he knew more than he wished to. Now, if you recall, zannies are often used by the big, bad, and scary people for a little play time. I think you can figure out the details from here. Come on, he was supposed to be better than this! For heaven's sake he knew how to keep himself alive this long, knew how to deal with the shady business, how did he even slip up now of all times? ...Come to think of it, he didn't remember ever falling asleep last night. He just remembered waking up feeling overly tired, assuming it was just the lack of sleep. Maybe he got too comfortable living his secluded, seemingly protected life and dropped his guard a bit too much. He was definitely drugged, one that worked in mysterious ways, and this was the consequence of his naivety. Well, too late to think about that now, at the moment he was a little preoccupied thinking of ways to get the hell out of here. That guy and the voice on the other end of the phone were the reasons he hated this place so much. Gotta make sure your precious little characters have an edgy backstory, ammiright? Before he knew it, the clicking of freshly loaded guns surrounded him in every direction, people once part of the crown now stood in place and locked him in. The man in the odd jacket only came closer, that same goddamn smirk plastered across his face. Daavit didn't even bother with escape, he knew his fate was sealed. Nobody in the crowd bothered to help him either, this was just a usual occurrence at a place as scummy as this. Runaway prisoners were captured, valuable Unnaturals were seized, all that sort, it was never something that the wanderers worried about. Anyone who was in danger by the situation would play it smart and sneak their way out, easily making it out safely. "Well well well, look who decided to come back for more." [Read more] |
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Bubbly~ OFFLINE  Forum Posts: 146 |
Posted: Thu, 14/09/2023 18:52 (1 Year ago) |
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WELCOME TO THE POKÉ PAWNBROKERS 
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Lord_Charmonder OFFLINE Forum Posts: 131 |
Posted: Mon, 11/09/2023 03:46 (1 Year ago) |
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For this site, i would propose maybe a way to check the Pokémon, like the silhouette of the Pokémon instead of a magikarp on the catch rod. That way, there's a way for people to get shinies without entirely depending on shiny bait and shiny rod. (please keep in mind that during the Necrozma quest part for fishing, there is a popup saying its too dark to see the pokemon, and your fishing chain will be paused.). Maybe, instead of maxing out at 40, the chain could max out at say, 100, or more to make the hunting a little harder. Added parts: Ok. To sum up my idea, at level 20, you can buy an item in the item shop. Then, you are able to see the silhouette of the pokemon you are GOING to catch. You can then time it out and let the mon run away, or catch the fish pokemon. Once you get a chain of 10 or more, you begin to have a "fishing chain". The pokemon you are chaining appears more frequently, and has a higher chance to be shiny. You can stack the shiny rod and shiny bait ontop of this boost, giving you a higher chance. Then, at chain 100, the chance of finding a shiny maxes out at 1.5% (2.5% for premium users). Keep in mind that the item would not work during the Necrozma quest, and it would say something like "Oh no, you seemed to have dropped your (insert the item name here, thinking about a name like "fishing lantern" or something) in the ancient cave. Maybe once this is all over, Keshi will help you find it." [Read more] |