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At this point, we're sure that you have a lot of questions. Such as, "Why am I here?", "Why does my head hurt so much?", or "Why does it smell like week-old jello in here?" Though we can't answer every question just yet, what we can say is that what you are currently smelling is something that...

Welcome to the "Coalition Representing Abnormality Prevention" (otherwise known as C.R.A.P.) {slide=Debrief}At this point, we're sure that you have a lot of questions. Such as, "Why am I here?", "Why does my head hurt so much?", or "Why does it smell like week-old jello in here?"...

Welcome to the "Coalition Representing Abnormality Prevention" (otherwise known as C.R.A.P.) {slide=Debrief}At this point, we're sure that you have a lot of questions. Such as, "Why am I here?", "Why does my head hurt so much?", or "Why does it smell like week-old jello in here?"...

RobinDenstro submitted a new role play: Treacherous Waters - A ship filled with criminals, each with their own vendettas and morals; what could go wrong? Read more about this role play...((This will be where the role-play takes place for Treacherous Waters. If you have any OoC responses...

Treacherous Waters It is the year 781, in the Age of Prosperity. In such a time as this, small factions don't exist. Only large and powerful nations have any say in this galaxy. The most powerful being the "Galactic Union." A vast and powerful nation, set on laws and morals that put them...

Look at your hand. It's on your arm, right? Now, good sir (or ma'am, depending on your gender), explain to me how you know your hand exists. What's to say that your hand isn't simply a figment of your imagination? Heck, that everyone around you isn't simply a figment of your imagination? And...

The air was cold. The world was dark. In such a short time, the spark of life was snuffed, and replaced by the smoldering coals of what once was. Around where you now stand is the ruins of what appears to be an old human village. The corpses, though seemingly fresh, are buried under the ashes...

The Universe is dying. Without Lux, it will all fall apart. Will he save the Universe, like everyone wants? Or will he hide away, and allow everything to die? The world is a string of dimensions and various time periods, all meshed and linked together. However, because of this dangerous and...

Everything is gone. Your family, your friends, your life before. Everything was destroyed when the Nizzel came. With their arrival, the world fell to ruin. Though so many fought and so much blood was spilled, humanity fell within a matter of days. What once was a world reigned by man, elves...

Though the leaves of Autumn have hardly begun to fall, a breeze of cold makes wearing anything less than fur unbearable. By now, the many emissaries and proxies of many nations have arrived at the foot of Velkor. Those of the Iron Chains make camp outside of its walls, only sending a few inside...

An era of peace is coming to an end. The clock has been reset. What once was year 1423, is now year 0. The Knights of Iron Chains pushes from the East, seeking allies to push their endeavors in the Southern Islands of Nyrden. However, these people are relentless. The proud nation of Nyrden...

Been here for more than a year, didn't really care to introduce myself. Apparently that makes me a noob. *shrug* Hello! My name is RobinDenstro. There, I introduced myself. Where's my coffee...

Power is a curse. Anyone that tells you differently has never tasted it. Power. Power is sovereign, imminent. Everyone shares different shards of the past, six different people, all granted the strength and weaknesses of the six fragments of power; Fire, the unending force of flame, is...

The cold prison walls smelled of moss and decay. Dwindling lights only brightened the area enough to see. Such darkness clouded the hallways, keeping what may lurk in the shadows a mystery. The guards that patrolled the area illuminated their path with lanterns and and flash lights. In such a...

They wish to kill us because they fear us. They send us to die because they fear for their own lives. But we will not go quietly into the night. Dishonored, disregarded, forgotten... underestimated. The traits which adorn what we are. Captured and thrown down into this infernal prison, we...

The year is 2369. The entire world has been effected by what we call the "Striker Disease." Strikers are contaminated humans which have been effected to the point of insanity, and thus kill uncontaminated humans on sight (or smell, for that matter). With the attack of this disease, only small...

Welcome to the "Borderland Administrative Defenders and Abstruse Secret Service!" We're trying to come up with a shorter name... Anyways, welcome! Here at the Borderland Administrative yada yada, we adamantly defend the people through two different means; protecting the borders of this...

WARNING - Blood and Gore is permitted in this Role Play. Reader discretion is advised. Team Galactic has succeeded. In these days of turmoil, all we can do is fend for ourselves. Harnessing the absolute power of Dialga and Palkia, Team Galactic have unleashed their legendary abilities to...