we were sick of living in a 15x15 foot box, so this new one will be 20 feet instead lol
Also imma have a room for the first time in nine whole-ass years.
So I got six replies to this. Four here, two in PM. All of whom appeared in around a 40 minute period. I'll be sending and responding to PMs from the ones who I'd like to try stuff with. So, uh, I've never gotten this many responses in this short of a timeframe, so here's a suggestion: you guys...
Hello! I have always loved superhero settings, so I'd like to try a superhero themed 1x1.
Post length? It can vary if you ask me. Usually I like to have longer posts, but while my character's talking/fighting/whatevering with another player, it can be shorter. As long as you give me something...
Tear Krux
As soon as the Summoned entered the forest, Tear's sensors had detected them. There seemed to be at least two summoned, followed by a third entity - possibly a native? Either way, Tear hadn't stalled, using their boosters to leap from tree to tree and evade the smaller ground dwelling...
Tear Krux
"Day eight," Tear said into their recorder, "The demons are still watching from below."
Tear's base wasn't conventional, but it was well hidden. It was more of a treehouse than a research station, and the tree it stood on had been armed with sharp spikes that prevented one from...
Tear Krux
Tear Krux made their way to the Solomon Fortress. They arrived before many others, but stopped in the snowy wilds outside of it, building a small base in the frozen woods for themself. They integrated the blade Ulysses into their FACE, and did research, all the while unaware of the...
Tear Krux
"Thank you again for the ride," Tear said to the boy in the front of the wagon. The boy had black hair and slitted eyes, and supposedly was named Czavin.
"No problem," he laughed. "Us refugess have to stick together, right?" Tear was not a refugee - but they were wrenched out of...
Tear Krux
"Day one, continued. There is definitely much to learn here."
As Tear spoke, they walked down the road ahead of them, their stolen blade in hand. They weren't sure where they were going, but they were certain there was a town of some sort at the end of the road. From there, they...