hoargh So I said I would get around to responding to this thread when I was less sleepy. Totally forgot something; I'm always sleepy! Oops! Fortunately I got to play video game with my fiance today so I'm feeling MARGINALLY more alert! Howdy, it is I, Magnum! SO we've already discussed some Stuff be...

hey how's it going I've got some characters planned for V9 believe it or not! Wow! Very unlikely to be taking more than 4 this go around, as the previous version very much proved that a full cast of 6 is Way Too Many to be writing with my current job! Please also be aware that, as always, there's ev...

beyblade its cold outside

I have a concept or two! They do things sometimes. Amber Barnes Soccer (Left back), tennis, video game club, art club Dennis Buckley Soccer (goalkeeper, backup), video game club Patty English Soccer (goalkeeper), school band (percussion), drummer for Mercy Myers and the Bleak Brigade Alejandro Garc...

You could hear the sound for miles. The first impact made her jolt backwards, stumbling ever closer to the edge of the sky, jacket sheared into pieces, blood on the snow, her eternal ghost, finally caught up with her. The second hit shook her body, like a ragdoll tearing at the seams. The third bare...

Beatrice’s eyes finally switched targets, her gaze moving down to the barrel of the handgun aimed directly at her chest. Her smile, however, remained - solidified, in fact, even as Salem’s cracked and crumbled and tried to reconstruct itself. Her words had landed, that much was obvious. It was a muc...

“I think you might want to try and kill me too.” It didn’t terrify her as much as she thought it might, hearing that out loud, having it come from her own lips. Maybe it was because it was the only logical conclusion she could come to, a fact laid out in front of her, one that she couldn’t avoid so ...

Beatrice wasn’t an actress, and had never professed to be one. The idea of Salem following her up the mountain, stepping foot onto the hot spring’s plateau that had become her form of sanctuary, was enough to make her scrunch up her nose in disapproval. Even so, she couldn’t stop herself from feelin...

“It’s been rough for everybody, Salem.” She chose to ignore the second name that he had chosen for her - it was born out of bad faith, after all, and if she tried to protest again, maybe he would start referring to her as ‘Atri’ instead, something that appealed to her even less. The very idea made h...

“That’s not my name.” There was no need to bite her tongue this time. This was not an ally, using their last few breaths as they bled out into the earth, trying to say something to her. This was not a long-lost acquaintance encountered in the middle of a stand-off, where she needed to tread carefull...

There had been a sort of crunching noise accompanying Beatrice’s footsteps as she continued her hike forwards and upwards, one that simultaneously had an oddly damp undercurrent; it was difficult to describe, all things considered. It was almost like when her mom had made those little cornflake nest...

((Beatrice Briggs continued from She was like a sunflower )) “Down to the wire,” the voice had said. How many people - how many friends - were still alive, she wondered, for everything to now be down to the final play? How many people had she even set out on this horribly-fated trip to begin with? I...

((Beatrice Briggs continued from The World Has Been Changed (Do You Want To Save It?) )) She was starting to recognise each divot and bump in this rough old road. How many times had she walked along it, now? And not even the road in its entirety, this specific stretch of it, flanked by trees on one ...

Just for posterity's sake: I do have a killer now!