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Posted by: CrazyHobo
« on: October 18, 2009, 08:56:26 pm »I'm gonna need some time to think about it.
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Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 03:44:32 pm »I haven't seen Ryan around in a few days.
But I am going to join his RP whenever he starts it. Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: October 18, 2009, 03:18:28 pm »I suggest, we all join Ryan's RP....
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 11:30:20 am »Hmmmm...
We moved to a new city? Or maybe a whole new storyline altogether that has nothing to do with the last one? Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: October 18, 2009, 11:00:39 am »okay, let's think of something new.
New Scenario, new location. We need to think it throug. Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 10:04:40 am »Simple. Hmm...Demonic possesion... I like it!  Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: October 18, 2009, 09:53:44 am »Now I use Pistols, MG's, and Shotties.
Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: October 18, 2009, 09:52:39 am »Simple.
There's a reason to why I created the new generation similar to the old one: so we could take them. Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 09:32:50 am »Yeah, I feel the urge to RP here again.
 How can we fit in the new Dusk story though? Posted by: TRHeadshot« on: October 18, 2009, 09:22:01 am ».uberfuckingagree.
Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: October 18, 2009, 08:38:11 am »maybe we should revamp the rp?
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 08:10:18 am »A dark figure can be seen walking along the still blood stained sidewalk, his face hidden in the shadow of a hood, abruptly he stop's near a burnt out streetlight and lookes upward toward an old 12 story building, the man's mind flooding with memories from a long time past, he withdraws his hand from his pocket and reaches down to the holster at his side, he withdraws an old black and slightly rusted revolver, the BD insignia still visible upon it's hilt.
In the dark light the mans hand is visible, Thick black veins run up through the pale skin, he holds the revolver gently as he examines it, it's former glory all but diminished, the piece of equipment nothing but a relic now. The man walks around the back of the building and in the darkness he approaches the wall, with his other hand he pushes on a brick and with seemingly no effort at all, dislodges it from it's place, he pulls it out and gently places the revolver in the cavity, he then replaces the brick. He walks back to the front of the building, takes one last look at what was his only home once, then walks calmly down the sidewalk, whistling an old BD war song, never to return again. Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 07:57:29 am »*Just had an idea*
Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: October 18, 2009, 07:55:04 am »the new generation needs everything new.
Posted by: Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!« on: October 18, 2009, 07:53:31 am »So mine is still rusting away in hell?
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