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  1. Haha
    Animal got a reaction from vielle for a status update, tfw you trying to modernize and standardize your character sheets. ?   
    tfw you trying to modernize and standardize your character sheets. 
    ?
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    Animal got a reaction from Jotnotes for a status update, tfw you trying to modernize and standardize your character sheets. ?   
    tfw you trying to modernize and standardize your character sheets. 
    ?
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    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, I know I have been a little silent recently...again... But my time has been occupied   
    I know I have been a little silent recently...again... But my time has been occupied with some IRL stuff. Nothing to worry about, it’s just keeping me busy. Should be back on track by Monday.
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    Animal got a reaction from Jotnotes for a status update, I know I have been a little silent recently...again... But my time has been occupied   
    I know I have been a little silent recently...again... But my time has been occupied with some IRL stuff. Nothing to worry about, it’s just keeping me busy. Should be back on track by Monday.
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    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, Not sure what I just made a moment ago: A good character or a good npc.   
    Not sure what I just made a moment ago: A good character or a good npc.
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    Animal got a reaction from Malintzin for a status update, I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feel   
    I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feeling that so much as of recent. I had a little story stuck inside me that I just wanted to let out for a while. I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to stick it in User Lore so I stuck it here. This does relate to something else I have in the works, so look out for that. I just wanted to get this little tale off my chest. For now, enjoy the ride.
    Yours has Big Hands...
    You know, before now I never really stopped to think about just how insignificant I am. Regardless of whether or not I achieve great success or die trying, the world will move on without me. Someone new will come and take my place, possibly with a bit more good luck on their side. Any impact I could ever leave will be snuffed out eventually. I don’t have a family that can carry on my legacy, which would be more of a memory than anything. If you’d ask me about this a while ago, I would have denied all of this and laughed.
    But then he showed up.
    I was homeless at the time, barely surviving on whatever I could scavenge off of the streets. The only things in my possession were the clothes off of my back and a will to live. At the time I thought it was endurance; now I know it was just stubbornness. However, one particular night, one particular person, would change everything. I’ll never forget when I saw him. The streets were quiet, but pouring rain filled the air with noise. I decided to test my luck and steal from a closed bakery. As cliche as it sounds, I was desperate and I needed nourishment. I’d stolen from others in the past in order to survive so I thought it would be easy. All of the entrances were locked, naturally, and there were no easy alternative routes. Eventually I just said, “To hell with it.” And threw a brick at its glass windows. What I didn’t expect was the raging alarm that went off as a result. It would have woken up everyone within the surrounding buildings, so I panicked and fled. I ran so far you’d consider it a marathon. I finally hid in a back alley tired, cold, wet, hungry and scared.
    Then I saw him.
    He was a boy, elementary school aged by most standards. The first thing I noticed was his hair. It was a complete mess, a tangled array of red curls and knots atop his head that could probably ensnare small objects. I couldn’t even see his eyes through those curls. He was wearing pajamas and was clutching a stuffed squid in his arms. I didn’t question his presence at first; abandoned children in terrible conditions are nothing new, after all. I was in no mood to talk to any kids that night so I essentially told him to leave. “Get the hell away from me” I told him, if I remember correctly. He didn’t leave, all he did was tilt his head and stare. “Do I have to say it again? Go away” I continued. He still didn’t leave, he barely even moved from where he stood. Finally he spoke to me,
    ”Yours has big hands.”
    ”What?” I replied, understandably confused. He then pointed behind me, apparently to show me something. I looked, more out of habit that out of interest, and saw nothing. As I looked back, the boy was walking away. “Wait!” I shouted, probably a little too loud for my own good. He stopped and turned back to me, still without a hint of emotion. “What has big hands? What do you mean by ‘yours’?” He lifted his hair away from his eyes, presumably to look at me directly. I’ll never forget those eyes. They weren’t physically abnormal from what I could tell, but they were intimidating all the same. They were the eyes of a person who’s seen too many things. I couldn’t imagine how a child could emulate that look. “You can’t see it yet?” He asked me, “You’ll see it soon; it is yours.” With that he walked back into the night.
    It was subtle at first. Sometimes I’d get the feeling of being watched. Sometimes I’d hear something that wasn’t there. I thought nothing of it at the time. I even would see a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Then, it started to truly reveal itself. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Sometimes it was one, sometimes a pair, and eventually a menagerie spread around a single room. Then came the hands. One. Two. Seven. Twenty. The damn thing never looked exactly the same when I saw it, and it never had the same amount, but the hands were always there. They were massive; larger than my entire body. Sometimes they had three fingers. Sometimes they had five. Sometimes they had thirteen. Sometimes there were too many to count. Even so, it never laid a finger on me, always letting them hang around me as if to taunt me.
    It started talking to me after a while. It told me how small I was; how insignificant I was. I denied its words for a long time, but it just kept talking and talking and talking. I started to believe it. I do believe it. I believe him. He tells me the truth. I am small. I am insignificant. Life is meaningless. I am nothing but a piece of dirt in this developing world. He was right. He was right all along. I need to know more; more about him. I need to know more.
    I’m going to grab his hand now...
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    Animal got a reaction from Seal Breaker Gnosis for a status update, I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feel   
    I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feeling that so much as of recent. I had a little story stuck inside me that I just wanted to let out for a while. I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to stick it in User Lore so I stuck it here. This does relate to something else I have in the works, so look out for that. I just wanted to get this little tale off my chest. For now, enjoy the ride.
    Yours has Big Hands...
    You know, before now I never really stopped to think about just how insignificant I am. Regardless of whether or not I achieve great success or die trying, the world will move on without me. Someone new will come and take my place, possibly with a bit more good luck on their side. Any impact I could ever leave will be snuffed out eventually. I don’t have a family that can carry on my legacy, which would be more of a memory than anything. If you’d ask me about this a while ago, I would have denied all of this and laughed.
    But then he showed up.
    I was homeless at the time, barely surviving on whatever I could scavenge off of the streets. The only things in my possession were the clothes off of my back and a will to live. At the time I thought it was endurance; now I know it was just stubbornness. However, one particular night, one particular person, would change everything. I’ll never forget when I saw him. The streets were quiet, but pouring rain filled the air with noise. I decided to test my luck and steal from a closed bakery. As cliche as it sounds, I was desperate and I needed nourishment. I’d stolen from others in the past in order to survive so I thought it would be easy. All of the entrances were locked, naturally, and there were no easy alternative routes. Eventually I just said, “To hell with it.” And threw a brick at its glass windows. What I didn’t expect was the raging alarm that went off as a result. It would have woken up everyone within the surrounding buildings, so I panicked and fled. I ran so far you’d consider it a marathon. I finally hid in a back alley tired, cold, wet, hungry and scared.
    Then I saw him.
    He was a boy, elementary school aged by most standards. The first thing I noticed was his hair. It was a complete mess, a tangled array of red curls and knots atop his head that could probably ensnare small objects. I couldn’t even see his eyes through those curls. He was wearing pajamas and was clutching a stuffed squid in his arms. I didn’t question his presence at first; abandoned children in terrible conditions are nothing new, after all. I was in no mood to talk to any kids that night so I essentially told him to leave. “Get the hell away from me” I told him, if I remember correctly. He didn’t leave, all he did was tilt his head and stare. “Do I have to say it again? Go away” I continued. He still didn’t leave, he barely even moved from where he stood. Finally he spoke to me,
    ”Yours has big hands.”
    ”What?” I replied, understandably confused. He then pointed behind me, apparently to show me something. I looked, more out of habit that out of interest, and saw nothing. As I looked back, the boy was walking away. “Wait!” I shouted, probably a little too loud for my own good. He stopped and turned back to me, still without a hint of emotion. “What has big hands? What do you mean by ‘yours’?” He lifted his hair away from his eyes, presumably to look at me directly. I’ll never forget those eyes. They weren’t physically abnormal from what I could tell, but they were intimidating all the same. They were the eyes of a person who’s seen too many things. I couldn’t imagine how a child could emulate that look. “You can’t see it yet?” He asked me, “You’ll see it soon; it is yours.” With that he walked back into the night.
    It was subtle at first. Sometimes I’d get the feeling of being watched. Sometimes I’d hear something that wasn’t there. I thought nothing of it at the time. I even would see a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Then, it started to truly reveal itself. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Sometimes it was one, sometimes a pair, and eventually a menagerie spread around a single room. Then came the hands. One. Two. Seven. Twenty. The damn thing never looked exactly the same when I saw it, and it never had the same amount, but the hands were always there. They were massive; larger than my entire body. Sometimes they had three fingers. Sometimes they had five. Sometimes they had thirteen. Sometimes there were too many to count. Even so, it never laid a finger on me, always letting them hang around me as if to taunt me.
    It started talking to me after a while. It told me how small I was; how insignificant I was. I denied its words for a long time, but it just kept talking and talking and talking. I started to believe it. I do believe it. I believe him. He tells me the truth. I am small. I am insignificant. Life is meaningless. I am nothing but a piece of dirt in this developing world. He was right. He was right all along. I need to know more; more about him. I need to know more.
    I’m going to grab his hand now...
  8. Like
    Animal got a reaction from Mickey Flash for a status update, I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feel   
    I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feeling that so much as of recent. I had a little story stuck inside me that I just wanted to let out for a while. I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to stick it in User Lore so I stuck it here. This does relate to something else I have in the works, so look out for that. I just wanted to get this little tale off my chest. For now, enjoy the ride.
    Yours has Big Hands...
    You know, before now I never really stopped to think about just how insignificant I am. Regardless of whether or not I achieve great success or die trying, the world will move on without me. Someone new will come and take my place, possibly with a bit more good luck on their side. Any impact I could ever leave will be snuffed out eventually. I don’t have a family that can carry on my legacy, which would be more of a memory than anything. If you’d ask me about this a while ago, I would have denied all of this and laughed.
    But then he showed up.
    I was homeless at the time, barely surviving on whatever I could scavenge off of the streets. The only things in my possession were the clothes off of my back and a will to live. At the time I thought it was endurance; now I know it was just stubbornness. However, one particular night, one particular person, would change everything. I’ll never forget when I saw him. The streets were quiet, but pouring rain filled the air with noise. I decided to test my luck and steal from a closed bakery. As cliche as it sounds, I was desperate and I needed nourishment. I’d stolen from others in the past in order to survive so I thought it would be easy. All of the entrances were locked, naturally, and there were no easy alternative routes. Eventually I just said, “To hell with it.” And threw a brick at its glass windows. What I didn’t expect was the raging alarm that went off as a result. It would have woken up everyone within the surrounding buildings, so I panicked and fled. I ran so far you’d consider it a marathon. I finally hid in a back alley tired, cold, wet, hungry and scared.
    Then I saw him.
    He was a boy, elementary school aged by most standards. The first thing I noticed was his hair. It was a complete mess, a tangled array of red curls and knots atop his head that could probably ensnare small objects. I couldn’t even see his eyes through those curls. He was wearing pajamas and was clutching a stuffed squid in his arms. I didn’t question his presence at first; abandoned children in terrible conditions are nothing new, after all. I was in no mood to talk to any kids that night so I essentially told him to leave. “Get the hell away from me” I told him, if I remember correctly. He didn’t leave, all he did was tilt his head and stare. “Do I have to say it again? Go away” I continued. He still didn’t leave, he barely even moved from where he stood. Finally he spoke to me,
    ”Yours has big hands.”
    ”What?” I replied, understandably confused. He then pointed behind me, apparently to show me something. I looked, more out of habit that out of interest, and saw nothing. As I looked back, the boy was walking away. “Wait!” I shouted, probably a little too loud for my own good. He stopped and turned back to me, still without a hint of emotion. “What has big hands? What do you mean by ‘yours’?” He lifted his hair away from his eyes, presumably to look at me directly. I’ll never forget those eyes. They weren’t physically abnormal from what I could tell, but they were intimidating all the same. They were the eyes of a person who’s seen too many things. I couldn’t imagine how a child could emulate that look. “You can’t see it yet?” He asked me, “You’ll see it soon; it is yours.” With that he walked back into the night.
    It was subtle at first. Sometimes I’d get the feeling of being watched. Sometimes I’d hear something that wasn’t there. I thought nothing of it at the time. I even would see a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Then, it started to truly reveal itself. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Sometimes it was one, sometimes a pair, and eventually a menagerie spread around a single room. Then came the hands. One. Two. Seven. Twenty. The damn thing never looked exactly the same when I saw it, and it never had the same amount, but the hands were always there. They were massive; larger than my entire body. Sometimes they had three fingers. Sometimes they had five. Sometimes they had thirteen. Sometimes there were too many to count. Even so, it never laid a finger on me, always letting them hang around me as if to taunt me.
    It started talking to me after a while. It told me how small I was; how insignificant I was. I denied its words for a long time, but it just kept talking and talking and talking. I started to believe it. I do believe it. I believe him. He tells me the truth. I am small. I am insignificant. Life is meaningless. I am nothing but a piece of dirt in this developing world. He was right. He was right all along. I need to know more; more about him. I need to know more.
    I’m going to grab his hand now...
  9. Like
    Animal got a reaction from Rin for a status update, I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feel   
    I bet we’ve all had that feeling that we just need to write something. I’ve been feeling that so much as of recent. I had a little story stuck inside me that I just wanted to let out for a while. I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to stick it in User Lore so I stuck it here. This does relate to something else I have in the works, so look out for that. I just wanted to get this little tale off my chest. For now, enjoy the ride.
    Yours has Big Hands...
    You know, before now I never really stopped to think about just how insignificant I am. Regardless of whether or not I achieve great success or die trying, the world will move on without me. Someone new will come and take my place, possibly with a bit more good luck on their side. Any impact I could ever leave will be snuffed out eventually. I don’t have a family that can carry on my legacy, which would be more of a memory than anything. If you’d ask me about this a while ago, I would have denied all of this and laughed.
    But then he showed up.
    I was homeless at the time, barely surviving on whatever I could scavenge off of the streets. The only things in my possession were the clothes off of my back and a will to live. At the time I thought it was endurance; now I know it was just stubbornness. However, one particular night, one particular person, would change everything. I’ll never forget when I saw him. The streets were quiet, but pouring rain filled the air with noise. I decided to test my luck and steal from a closed bakery. As cliche as it sounds, I was desperate and I needed nourishment. I’d stolen from others in the past in order to survive so I thought it would be easy. All of the entrances were locked, naturally, and there were no easy alternative routes. Eventually I just said, “To hell with it.” And threw a brick at its glass windows. What I didn’t expect was the raging alarm that went off as a result. It would have woken up everyone within the surrounding buildings, so I panicked and fled. I ran so far you’d consider it a marathon. I finally hid in a back alley tired, cold, wet, hungry and scared.
    Then I saw him.
    He was a boy, elementary school aged by most standards. The first thing I noticed was his hair. It was a complete mess, a tangled array of red curls and knots atop his head that could probably ensnare small objects. I couldn’t even see his eyes through those curls. He was wearing pajamas and was clutching a stuffed squid in his arms. I didn’t question his presence at first; abandoned children in terrible conditions are nothing new, after all. I was in no mood to talk to any kids that night so I essentially told him to leave. “Get the hell away from me” I told him, if I remember correctly. He didn’t leave, all he did was tilt his head and stare. “Do I have to say it again? Go away” I continued. He still didn’t leave, he barely even moved from where he stood. Finally he spoke to me,
    ”Yours has big hands.”
    ”What?” I replied, understandably confused. He then pointed behind me, apparently to show me something. I looked, more out of habit that out of interest, and saw nothing. As I looked back, the boy was walking away. “Wait!” I shouted, probably a little too loud for my own good. He stopped and turned back to me, still without a hint of emotion. “What has big hands? What do you mean by ‘yours’?” He lifted his hair away from his eyes, presumably to look at me directly. I’ll never forget those eyes. They weren’t physically abnormal from what I could tell, but they were intimidating all the same. They were the eyes of a person who’s seen too many things. I couldn’t imagine how a child could emulate that look. “You can’t see it yet?” He asked me, “You’ll see it soon; it is yours.” With that he walked back into the night.
    It was subtle at first. Sometimes I’d get the feeling of being watched. Sometimes I’d hear something that wasn’t there. I thought nothing of it at the time. I even would see a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. Then, it started to truly reveal itself. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Sometimes it was one, sometimes a pair, and eventually a menagerie spread around a single room. Then came the hands. One. Two. Seven. Twenty. The damn thing never looked exactly the same when I saw it, and it never had the same amount, but the hands were always there. They were massive; larger than my entire body. Sometimes they had three fingers. Sometimes they had five. Sometimes they had thirteen. Sometimes there were too many to count. Even so, it never laid a finger on me, always letting them hang around me as if to taunt me.
    It started talking to me after a while. It told me how small I was; how insignificant I was. I denied its words for a long time, but it just kept talking and talking and talking. I started to believe it. I do believe it. I believe him. He tells me the truth. I am small. I am insignificant. Life is meaningless. I am nothing but a piece of dirt in this developing world. He was right. He was right all along. I need to know more; more about him. I need to know more.
    I’m going to grab his hand now...
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    Animal got a reaction from Jotnotes for a status update, I've realized that, looking over all of my characters, I've always made them "combat-   
    I've realized that, looking over all of my characters, I've always made them "combat-ready" so to speak. I don't really have someone that doesn't have a focus on combat and I'm a little upset at that lack of variety. I honestly thought I was heading in that direction with my recent character, but those who follow The Tome know better. I think I have a good idea for something not very combat oriented, but still pretty weird. Just the way I like it.
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    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, I've realized that, looking over all of my characters, I've always made them "combat-   
    I've realized that, looking over all of my characters, I've always made them "combat-ready" so to speak. I don't really have someone that doesn't have a focus on combat and I'm a little upset at that lack of variety. I honestly thought I was heading in that direction with my recent character, but those who follow The Tome know better. I think I have a good idea for something not very combat oriented, but still pretty weird. Just the way I like it.
  12. Think
    Animal got a reaction from Trevor Wisegem for a status update, Those who follow The Tome know better...   
    Those who follow The Tome know better...
  13. Thanks
    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, Just to let you guys know, I am not dead or gone. Roleplay activity has just been a l   
    Just to let you guys know, I am not dead or gone. Roleplay activity has just been a little slow as of recent.
  14. Like
    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, And then there were Four...I Think... Holy shit! No way! No fucking way! I thought it   
    And then there were Four...I Think...
    Holy shit!  No way! No fucking way! I thought it was just me!
    ...
    The fuck you mean I missed the “fine print”?!
    ...!
    So you mean to tell me that aside from the scythe, there’s four other goddamn weapons?!
    ......
    Well that’s quite the lineup. So where are they?
    ...?
    Why? So I can reunite with my blood brothers and paint the world red. Now where the hell are they?
    ......
    mmkay...
    ......
    That’s kinda scary.
    ......
    Wow, good for him.
    .........
    So we know where the axe, sword and lance are, but what about that book?
    ...
    What do you mean, “I don’t know?”
    ...!
    Ok, calm your tits. Remind me what the book does again.
    .....................................
    Holy shit we need to find that book now!
    ...!
    Don’t you remember what you just said?! With that type of power, it can rule the entire goddamn world if it wanted to! Fuck the other three; we gotta go, now!
  15. Confused
    Animal got a reaction from Trevor Wisegem for a status update, And then there were Four...I Think... Holy shit! No way! No fucking way! I thought it   
    And then there were Four...I Think...
    Holy shit!  No way! No fucking way! I thought it was just me!
    ...
    The fuck you mean I missed the “fine print”?!
    ...!
    So you mean to tell me that aside from the scythe, there’s four other goddamn weapons?!
    ......
    Well that’s quite the lineup. So where are they?
    ...?
    Why? So I can reunite with my blood brothers and paint the world red. Now where the hell are they?
    ......
    mmkay...
    ......
    That’s kinda scary.
    ......
    Wow, good for him.
    .........
    So we know where the axe, sword and lance are, but what about that book?
    ...
    What do you mean, “I don’t know?”
    ...!
    Ok, calm your tits. Remind me what the book does again.
    .....................................
    Holy shit we need to find that book now!
    ...!
    Don’t you remember what you just said?! With that type of power, it can rule the entire goddamn world if it wanted to! Fuck the other three; we gotta go, now!
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    Animal reacted to Csl for a status update, Thanks for the follow, good sir *tips hat*   
    Thanks for the follow, good sir *tips hat*
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    Animal got a reaction from HERO for a status update, I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned   
    I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned for the near future. Hopefully it turns out successful. 
  18. Like
    Animal got a reaction from Rin for a status update, I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned   
    I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned for the near future. Hopefully it turns out successful. 
  19. Like
    Animal got a reaction from Mickey Flash for a status update, I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned   
    I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned for the near future. Hopefully it turns out successful. 
  20. Like
    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned   
    I've got something big (or at least mildly larger than what I've done so far) planned for the near future. Hopefully it turns out successful. 
  21. Like
    Animal reacted to Sav for a status update, Where did the weekend go?!?!?!?!?!?!?! :c Will upload another character today; Izar E   
    Where did the weekend go?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
    :c  Will upload another character today; Izar Ekko. A human crime lord. Filthy stinking rich. 
  22. Like
    Animal reacted to zackrobbman for a status update, Thanks for the follow, pal!   
    Thanks for the follow, pal!
     
  23. Like
    Animal reacted to Sav for a status update, Alive and Online, looking to par-tay.   
    Alive and Online, looking to par-tay. 
  24. Like
    Animal reacted to Dooshie for a status update, Just reading a little bit of your writing and I got to say I enjoy it a lot. Also, ho   
    Just reading a little bit of your writing and I got to say I enjoy it a lot. Also, how is it roleplaying as a weapon? Never heard of that one before. Very cool idea though having a mannequin wield Zander. I thought it was pretty awesome! Talk about nightmares though, lol.
  25. Like
    Animal got a reaction from supernal for a status update, Have you ever had a moment where an idea pops into your head at random, but you lose   
    Have you ever had a moment where an idea pops into your head at random, but you lose focus and it never comes back? Have you ever had a dream that involved a really good idea, but when you wake up you forget the idea? Have you ever lost an idea, kept brainstorming and conjure up an idea that turns out to be the one you lost unbeknownst to you? How about all of the above in the span of 24 hours?
    That's me once a week.
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