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Sounds cool. :) PM me how you wanna spin it.

No preferred age for the main characters. :) Are we setting this in a neon and chrome technocracy? An Inquisitior ' s dungeon? A secret military base? I like the idea of them suffering for their parent ' s mistakes. Do we wanna inject them with super serum?

Well welcome to the site then, fuzzy. :) Do you know how you want to approach that scenario?

Fire away. ;)

I found two brain cells to rub together, and came up with a couple of scenarios. Send me a PM if one of them strikes your fancy. :) NOTES - I prefer to post from my phone while I'm at work, so my posts are usually short -not brainless or sloppy, just short. -I'd really like a partner who...

<p>Very cool. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/smile.png" alt=" :) " srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/smile@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> If you have a particular character or idea you wanna work with, feel free to shoot me a PM.</p>

Hey all. I've been taking a break from RP for the last few months to deal with some unexpected and fairly traumatic BS. Endlessly scrolling tumblr and reddit is starting to take a toll on my data plan and turn my brain into a potato, so I'm hoping to find someone cool to play typey make-believe...

Sorry for being that person who vanishes for months without a word. A friend got friendly with hard drugs, and I kinda forgot about RP.

Been drinking way too much caffeine lately. Time for a detox. All I have to do it survive until the withdrawal symptoms go away >>

Ren and Stimpy. Ugh, I hate that show so much! >> Uggggggggggggh!!!!!

Jack was quite familiar with the concept of picking your battles. He knew better than to debate the ethics of pork products or the scumminess of rodents with Anna. "Can I at least swap the vitamin water for a beer?" he sighed, hoping to negotiate a compromise. He stepped out onto the deck...

That feeling when everything you type looks like shit, and you just want to hide under a porch...just me?

The dishes were clean. The garden was tended. The wine was uncorked. Miranda poured slowly, savouring the colourful splashes and the wafting fragrance. She'd been saving it for just such a peaceful evening. The sky ran with shades of pale blue, salmon pink, and violet. Ribbons of cirrus clouds...

Questioning all the life choices that had lead her to that point, Maggie stared after the masked man as the door bell chimed behind him. A whimper of protest fell from her lips. She looked at the ice-cream cone, as if hoping that it would offer up a plan of attack. It seemed more than willing to...

Jack gave her a sly wink, her meaning clearly not lost on him. "Five, pick up plenty more cleaning supplies" he added, pulling out his palm piolet and starting his own list, "I don't think that we brought enough floor cleaner or windex tomgetbeven half this placepc lean. Five, get at least a...

Nobody panic. I'm sick, not dead.

My favourite too. :) But Kes is also a super cool telepathic alien from Star Trek Voyager, so bonus points. ; )