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As you seem to walk through veiled air into a strange and outlandish world, off in the far distance looms a large mass, most likely a mountain or city of sorts. It is dark and seems to touch the sky and the clouds over the very top of it seem black like smoke or ink. The clouds seemed to swirl as if hiding much for view.

You find yourself being slightly drawn to it by some force. Could it be the mystery of the unknown? Some form of magic in binding, or the strange air about the world you have unwilling and unwittingly stepped into? You look to your left and see other far off lands, then you look to your right and see more lands so strange and far off that the only thing that even remotely looks normal and unconfused is the green grass below your feet. You look behind you and notice that the veiled spot you walked through is no longer there. You are unable to turn back, so you must go on ward, but to where you seem to ask yourself.

A strange musical and taunting laugh can be heard some place far off and yet so close as if it where a voice so faint on the wind that seemed to blow every now and then. You find yourself looking all about and then turning to find at your feet a slightly worn path that seems to lead to the dark mass far off in the distance that you noticed before. That same force seemed to lead you on down the road, and closer to that mass looming in the distance. Not too long after you have started down the path does it end at a very strange and nightmarish looking forest, though everything seems to be normal something makes the hairs on the back of your next stand on end.

As you look at the forest it seems normal, as normal can be. Lush green trees and many different wild flowers blooming all about deep within its plant walls. The seems and sound seem to remind you of your world, a world in which you fear you may never return. The forest seems so inviting so you might as well step in and go forward once again.

Those who are skilled at seeing the truth of things out of the corner of their eyes may see something different. You try and use a skill or some magic to show you the truth of the forest. It fails. You come to the conclusion that your powers do not work in this odd land. You will have been shocked as what you catch out of the corner of your eye as you walk beyond the first two trees. The forest is not at all what it seems. The trees though many have some leaves on them, but not green, are twisted up at the sky as it trying to live through that which causes them pain and suffering. It is as if your worst nightmares of have come in what you fear your own worlds lush plant life in becoming.

The tree bark looks like rotten or old skin from those who have long since past for your life and on to the next. Their leaves though mostly black are sometimes different in color as you notice a tree or two a little ways off has bright red leaves while a another even further in has green and more have others such as purple, and pink, even one that seems to make you sick to look at it. Crimson, the color of blood.; you feel slightly ill and wish to leave the place you now know to be a false image. Though as you look back ahead of you, you notice that all seems normal as you think it should and you fear you are slowly losing your mind and seeing nothing but nightmares.

A bird flies by over your head fairly high up in the air out of your reach. You keep your eyes on the forest in front of you, as you do not want to imagine what that might have been. Indeed you are wise to do so, the fiend flew off without giving you a second though as it was sleepy and wished to nest without a full stomach.

Sounds that seem so normal and peaceful just as they fade away seem unnerving to you somehow, and twice you could have sworn that you heard a dying scream from something slightly unless if not less. A few times as you have rounded a tree or come through a bush you thought you felt something like the plant make a move for you with pure malice of some kind. This only quickens your now beating heart and your peace so as to be free from this strange seemingly enchanted wood that you have mistakenly entered.

As you reach the heart of the forest that has sprung up all about you. You notice that the ground seems to get wet and muddy. Before you is the starting of a swamp. Still it is nothing you can't handle so you move on, with a clear mind so as not to fall victim to the dangers of it.

As you make your way from bog to bog careful not to fall in the water and watch as a small snake, or so you may think, crosses your path and hardly gives you an after thought. You started to feel sick again, and are thinking that is must be the fumes from some of the bubbling pools you pass by now and then.

Indeed you are right for those with gifted sight or powers of their own will have already seen the water is far darker than it should be and has taken a purple like hue to its deep unforgiving ways. The bubbling pools seem to have let loose a small miasma that, after extended periods of time, confounds the mind, causes hysteria, makes beings see what was never really there, and after far longer, will slowly kill the insides by shutting down the organs one by one.

Those with their powers or different sight would have seen that what you have mistaken for a snake was indeed one of a different race and size all together. The Calu, a demon snake, is known for his temper and deadly strike though it holds no poison in its fangs. It can still snap a man's neck in less than half a second.

The swamp is poisoned and things of a far darker power lurk below is purple poisoned waters, just waiting for you to make the mistake of disturbing the waters surface. You would soon find yourself in a watery grave or in the belly of beat long forgotten by man. You have almost made it to the end or so you seem to think.

High above you in the trees seems to be the gossamer webs of little spiders all entwined with a strange pink flower whose petals make the shape of a heart. You think to yourself how lovely those would be and wonder if you dare to climb a tree and take one. Their scent floating down so soft, and inviting. However something made a ripple in the water to your right and you seem to snap back to your own self and move on forgetting about the flowers that gossamer webs hung to.

And rightly so that you did, for no sooner would you have touched the flower known as The Devil's Advocate, then you would have fallen victim to the poisonous bite of a strange species of spider known as Dalwii, and their spider queen Kalin. How lovely you would have been dressed, clothed in the finest silk the swamp had to offer as the queen feasted upon what was left of your body, for no one touches her flowers and walks away alive, for long.

Through the endless forest and the never ending swamp you have past and you now have come back to solid ground. You are surprised as to what you see before you not so far off. It takes your breath away and it is some time once again before you are able to think correctly.

There looming before you as it did when you first set eyes on it is a castle far unlike any other. The art works on the outside walls where so intricately done that one would think the whole thing was nothing more then paint on air. So majestically was it all done and placed together that it seemed to bring only one word to the beholder's mind. "Perfection" in its purest form. Though upon closer look the castle seemed to have a far darker look on things, though for all its glory one would never be able to tell.

As you walk closer, almost unable to keep your breath, you come to the realization that what you are looking at is indeed not a castle but a wall without a door. It seems to span the corners of your vision, the boundaries of the swamp and the forest itself and go on forever. You would think to climb it but some of the artwork seems sharp and you would never want to defile something so grand as this masterpiece in all of your short lived life.

Though those with power would be far wiser to keep well away from the wall as the swamp itself would seem safer. So much magic was poured into the making of the object you see before you. For magics so dark and fouls to that of everlasting light. Things to render you helpless against those that have become part of the wall itself for indeed from time to time the works of art moved as if they were living, for in their own right they were indeed alive. Poor souls lost to the ways of the world and not yet stained enough to fall into Hell itself, overtaken by perfection at a costly price. Though they could be called souls no longer, more like living shadows of sins from the past. The dead of the dead as they were rightly called. One of the first keepers of the grounds beyond and about.

A closer look above would tell any that though they might have made it to the top unharmed there was no way over the wall itself, as countless domes, barriers, wards, enchantments, arrays, and net magics were built there to keep out any and all who were deemed unwelcome. Though confused as you may have been there was that same laughter as before, a small space along the wall to the west seemed to have opened up.

You make your way through and find yourself under those looming clouds like before. Before you stands a castle much like the wall, though the only hint that t was not another wall like the one before was the large wooden door done just like the wall behind you but in wood and the fact that you could see light from a few windows here and there of what you could see.

Before you stands a castle, that takes your breath away. You stand in aw as this castle reaches to the clouds and above. The dark clouds swirl at the seemingly endless top of the center spire. As your eye wanders about in the sky you happen to notice there are other towers that seemed to spring up out of the main building before you. There are six outer one and then central spire made twelve though there were smaller ones that could be seen still coming up out of the central body of the castle. Some had bridges running between them in some form of web work.

The castle's outer walls where done in the same form of artwork as the behind you as it only served to add to the over wheeling effect of perfection. Above the giant wooden door stood seven different states, that seemed to be grading it in some evil way. Each was different in its own fashion.

The first of the seven was in the center of the seven and seemed to command respect as it was the first that drew your attention to it. The eyes were a deep purple and it was cloaked in a cloak that went down to its feet, while a hood over cast everything about the face by those eyes that seemed to bore straight into one's soul and look at for the pride in one's heart.

The second, on the left, was a monstrous female demon whose fangs where blood red, and her lips where crimson in color. Flames carved from stone licked at her feet as they were decked out in armored boots. The body as a whole was decked out in armor fit for seven world wars. It seemed to scream murder to the eyes of the beholder, and struck fear into the hearts of humanity, as wrath seemed to pool all about it.

The third was a slender female figure was on the left side of the center statues. She wore a long dress that had a slit that ran all the way up to a more revealing spot. She had long nails that were painted a deep blue and her dress was the same way. She seemed so nice and inviting as she struck lust in the hearts of all who beheld it.

The fourth statue was a slightly tall male. It seemed to be decked out in all f the most gaudy and rich things someone who had a lot of money would be seen wearing. The skin was golden and shone brightly when the light, or what little there was, caught it at the right angle. It seemed to hold an air of greed about it in all is golden glory.

The fifth was a figure whose gender could not be guessed. It was quite hidden by the shadows that were cast from the other four. Though the green mask, seemingly made of emerald or jade that donned its almost blank face seemed to invoke the deep sad feelings of envy into those who looked upon it.

The six was a female figure who was far too skinny for their own good it seemed and yet had food all about her. A content smile across her lips as if she was full and knew it all too well, but her eyes held a hunger far greater than any being known to humanity. The food seemed to give off an orange color when looked at from certain ways. When one looked at it one would feel slightly hungry and would fall prey to feelings of gluttony.

The seventh and last figure was a woman again covered in sheets and leaned against pillows in a way. She seemed to be blissfully asleep and lost in a world of dreams. So soft did she look there all wrapped up in those silky sheets and soft feathered pillows. One's eyes would get too heavy the longer they looked at it and soon would fall asleep if they did not snap back to themselves. Sloth was a sin all were guilty of form time to time and this stone being seemed to bring back those dreams to the beholder's mind.

You walk forward as if to open the door and can not help but hear faint whispers in seven different voices. You pull once, the door not giving. You push once the door still not giving. You look at it for a moment or so. You can see fine words written in elegant writing of old and you read them to yourself.

"Utter thy name, and confess thy sin, then the way will open within."


You think for a while, not knowing the meaning of the confusing words. Until at last it comes to you. You speak your true name and admit what has been in your heart sense you were brought into this world. There was the sound of many locks coming undone as the door swings open.

Before you is a long hallwayy, made of stone with the same art as seems custom to the castle. The air however in front of you, shimmers like when before you walked through to this strange world of wonder and fear. You walk through and find yourself deep in the castle.

Above you written in the same writing as the front door is a sign. It reads as you speak to yourself allowed and your voice echos back off the walls of the large and long hall ways.

"Welcome to Castle Sin."

As you wander through the halls and various rooms of the first few floors and come to yet another stairway that seems to be the same as the other ones you have gone up, you think how many rooms and floors does this castle have? How can such a thing have been made and by who? still you make your way up the never ending stairs and come to a large room, with different things all set about in it.

You look about and see many hall ways that seem to lead into and from the room. It was far larger then you thought as first as you look up and notice that you are quite unable to see the ceiling. It was bad enough that you had already lost count of how many floors you had gone up, was this one serenity seven or seven hundred and seventy seven? You just shrug away that thought and look about some more.

To your left by the main entrance which was the large hallway, almost a foyer, that you came out of was a place set to be some kind of bar or cafe'. Puzzled you still look about as your eyes adjust to the flame lit room. The room, though large, seems warm in the way it is placed together. Certain things to sit on and a few tables placed here and there so nothing seems out of place. The only thing that bothers you is that you can not see the far wall or the end of the room all together. As to solve this problem on your own you walk a little farther in, and are surprised to see seven large chairs all in different shapes and sizes lined up a ways away from the far wall.

Each had its own theme to it as you noticed and they were all overly done in their own strange fashion. There was the largest and tallest one in the dead center of them which stood a clear foot above a few of the remaining six and in some cases a clear three feet above others. Four were on one side and three on the other. You wonder why there were three to the right and four to the left, but that didn't stop you from wondering what they were for and how the hell this place came to be.

By now you are far too tired to care, and the place seems to be empty so you find yourself a nice place on some pillows off in the right corner and fall asleep lightly, keeping your weapon ready in case you were wrong and the place was in fact not as empty as you thought.

[Pride the Ever-Living]

We really have come across a very large, vast, and overly long road. It spans years, and oddly enough is as old as Gaia is, if not a little younger. Any way moving on, yes I am the last remaining original sin here within Gaia. Granted only one other drops by now and then, but for the most part it is only I. Now that you know that, I am sure it make perfect sense about the history you will read here within this post. I'll try to keep things simple and short.

This current thread you see before you is roughly the sixth remark of the original. The second remark if you care to see it can be found here along with one of my original accounts no longer in services do to a darker stain on the history of the sins themselves. However might I remind you that Gaia was very young back then and so many of us were just in our teens.

Jumping ahead a few more years into a lighter time of the sins history, another remake can be found here. A better body, a brighter age for most, the whole zOMG thing and such where coming out. It was indeed a very fun time for most of us. A lot of bright memories and such those following years. Only a small handful of darker things, such as the very first actual loss of a guild member. She passed away due to an illness no one deserves, cancer.

There have been smaller extensions throughout the vast number of years in support of the many events that Gaia itself has held. Countless things for Halloween, yes Jack we miss you, and Christamas as well, Santa you a** you, stop being a d**k to Jack we like him more than you, you know. There were even a few for Valanetine's Day, darker events mind you as no one likes that little winged monster shooting them with arrows against their will. Oh and let us not forget the one event for Easter where that damn metal rabbit tried to kill us all. He ended up in the scrap-yard, as I personally took care of him. You're welcome by the way, for that last part, Gaia!

Oh so many events, oh so much fun and fun times. I even remember when Gambino Tower finally fell, it was Gaia's first actual Big Boom! I laughed for days, as did many others. I mean really we all liked the twins but, they did have it coming. Truly they did. Boom.


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Honored and Never Forgotten

"Friends and prayers are priceless treasures
Beyond all monetary measures,
And so I say a special prayer
That God will keep you in His care."


-Mistaken-Creation- our dearest Kimberly a.k.a. Kimi. Was given life and brought into this world on December 7, 1989 a wonderful day in all of history. She was taken from us on October 6, 2009 by cancer. She will always be in our hearts and in our dreams. The memories we had will never fade for she watches over this thread and castle along with all of the other faiths. Remember her. Love her. Never forget all the joy that she brought. And most of all respect her for who she was and what she stood for.

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Mother Silverclaw, the woman who gave the sins the gift known to us all as Anise Silverclaw, has passed from this life to the next. We are deeply sorry to see her go, but we all know that she is in a better place, and no doubt watching over her beloved daughter still. A soft light who helped mend a few cracked parts of this world, has gone softly into the night, but she will never be forgotten. Truly thank you my dear lady, for all of your kindness and grace in allowing your daughter to be as she is. I can not thank you enough from the bottom of my own fractured heart. We will all miss you greatly. You were taken from us all on May the 5th of the year 2018, during the day. I wish you safe travels on to the next life.

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Dearest guardian Auntie Brenda, the light in the dark world of beloved family has been taken from us this day the 31st of May, by a cancer that we hope we will one day be rid of world wide. Kind of heart, soft of eyes, and sweet of soul, this auntie was one of those rare few whom any and all would call a beloved member of their personal family. The world is a muted place of grays without your sunshine to bring forth the color. We will miss you dearly, but we shall remember you always. Rest now our dearly beloved, and know that you are in a better place there, but you will walk with us always in our hearts. The flower that was your life, has given growth to new blooms, and your love will live on.

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~To be continued.

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3/19 - Our thread is now Open!


03/24/2017 10:16PM The thread remake is open AGAIN!


~Page 100 Event~

-First poster on page one of this new thread will win a small gold prize, and have their user name forever featured here as the winner!

Winner: Kiro_Shinigami

-Sixth post wins a small gold prize or if you are a member of the guild a role play item of your choosing made personally by Pride.

Winner: Alice Everheart

~Page 200 Event~

-First poster on page 200, gets a random item prize, and their name placed here forever more!
Winner: Kiro_Shinigami

-Seventh post gets a role play item crafted for them from Pride!
Winner: Alice Everheart

♦Page 999 Event♦
The first valid role play post on this page gets 2500G-Cash giftcard from Greed!
WINNER: Pride the Ever-Living


Wednesday 12/05/2018 -BIG NEWS!-
This announcement isn't coming as a fun one, but it needs to be made.

*From this point on: all touchy subjects and NSFW posts absolutely, 100%, are not allowed within the confines of this thread, and all role play death secens or injuries are to be kept fairly PG-13. Cut back on the gore, but a little blood and lifeless corpses are ok in any war plot. Zombies, are fine but need to be raised for the long since dead. No dripping blood and organs.

With Tumblr turning into a SFW zone, and the deletion of the Spank and Lap threads, we don't know what Gaia might be hitting next, and we want to keep this place as safe as possible for you who decide to remain on here. As always we enjoy having you, so stick around.

We also have a private guild if that interests you as well.
Please continue to follow Gaia's TOS and our own rules here.

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Special Notes & Thanks

~Thank you Kiro for the lovely graphics design for the current thread lay out. My brain is still stopped when it comes to an over all new design, but hopefully that block will vanish in time. The life and times of artist at certain points are hard, but you are a breath of fresh air! Thank you.

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Here we are <3

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Bunnhilator

Things were so off it wasn't even funny and if he had been a lesser being it might have just crushed him. That was a funny thought, in and of itself in all reality and so for just a moment he pondered that thought and almost laughed. Had he laughed it would be an interesting thing with the new body. Still he had asked Oracle among others a question and still no one had answered any of them. It was starting to get slightly annoying, but in all honesty he could not be bothered with it. So he just went about his business as normal, which meant that he carried on as if he hadn't actually asked the question in the first place.

He did need to change, but into what was the question? When you are perfection in a total embodiment and have everything, what do you change into? He'd toned things down in the past and had even hidden his self behind countless different glamours in the past, after so few were deserving over the countless years of his life of seeing all the power and such that he was in total. Now he had a new body and frankly he wanted to show it off but at the same time there was little to no sense in it. There was just a desire to do something very different and so he thought about it for a bit. It seemed like a long time but in truth it took only just a moment.

For some reason the thought of an old disguise seemed to pop into his head. At that moment he stood at seven feet and seven inches, and head a lean build in muscle tone, he was literally perfect in all forms. His hair was the color of a moonless and starless night, perfect pitch black and it was a fair shoulder length. However a moment later he lost all version of utter perfection. He grew shorter, just under five feet and ten inches. His pale skin took on a small amount of color, he was looking human more so by the second. His pitch black hair was still black but there were now threads of silver through his side burns, as his hair lost it's length, and became close cropped and short.

His mass was still slim, and not as slender with muscle as it once was. In short he now looked one hundred percent human. His age was no longer in his mid twenties as he normally looked. While youth was a favorite look of his own because it was deceiving, he now looked roughly the human age of forty-five give or take a year or so. There were no age spots and such but clearly the age was there from the looks of it. He almost looked like Richardson, but his hair was not brown, it was black with threads of silver at the sides. Normally his face was clean shaven and clear, but now he sported a slight and very light mustache and small chin beard. "I think this will work, tell, what do you think?"

He asked as he turned once, his clothing changing to a slightly off grey but sharp pin suit. He wore a close cut fitted but white clean crisp shirt that buttoned up. For all parts he was human in most ways. Though before any one could answer something rang out to him in the silence and then his eyes grew slightly wide and then filled with a dark anger. Granted he looked human over all, but he did nothing as of yet to hide his aura or his power. The next words he spoke were so full of utter command that it was the whole display of his power, because while his words were kind, they could not be disobeyed. This was the power of his own Black Voice. "Lani, come home sweetie, right now." His power and magic rippled through the countless worlds, reaching her with ease.

[Bunnhilator]

Pride the Ever-Living

A growing mass of flesh and machine melded together, salvaging what parts it could. Lani watched in horror as it began to take shape once again, slowly backing deeper into the hallway that lead to the 'artifact' room. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that Pride's energies held Lani tightly, a purple haze lingering around her body as it faded from this reality. Heart still jumping in her throat, Lani was on edge as she materialized in front of Pride.

"You called?" she said breathlessly, a look of surprise shaping her delicate features. Well, that certainly looked nothing like Pride, but his aura was as deep purple as ever. Brows folding, Lani pursed her lips.

"You look like you could be my father," she breathed, blinking a few times in rapid succession as she took him in. Was that silver she saw? Pride? With silver hair? Somehow it was very fitting. Very mature. Not that she'd say it out loud.

"Where have you been? Don't tell me my father tried to walk out on me," she joked, her right hand reaching for his upper arm to feel him.. make sure he was real. Honestly, Pride could ask her the same question. She'd been elsewhere as well. For all intents and purposes, things seems to have calmed down in Valaura. Lani wondered briefly where Seth was.

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Bunnhilator

Pride the Ever-Living

A growing mass of flesh and machine melded together, salvaging what parts it could. Lani watched in horror as it began to take shape once again, slowly backing deeper into the hallway that lead to the 'artifact' room. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck that Pride's energies held Lani tightly, a purple haze lingering around her body as it faded from this reality. Heart still jumping in her throat, Lani was on edge as she materialized in front of Pride.

"You called?" she said breathlessly, a look of surprise shaping her delicate features. Well, that certainly looked nothing like Pride, but his aura was as deep purple as ever. Brows folding, Lani pursed her lips.

"You look like you could be my father," she breathed, blinking a few times in rapid succession as she took him in. Was that silver she saw? Pride? With silver hair? Somehow it was very fitting. Very mature. Not that she'd say it out loud.

"Where have you been? Don't tell me my father tried to walk out on me," she joked, her right hand reaching for his upper arm to feel him.. make sure he was real. Honestly, Pride could ask her the same question. She'd been elsewhere as well. For all intents and purposes, things seems to have calmed down in Valaura. Lani wondered briefly where Seth was.

For just a moment he still allowed his power to flair as he fixed her with a stern look. "I take it you do not like the new look, well too bad, I do." His voice was slightly different, it held a bit more weight then normal. Deep in slightly rough tones, age was clear within it. It held a tone that did not leave any room for any rebuke whatsoever. As he looked her over once, he scoffed. Then just like that his aura seemed to fade away. "One might ask you the same thing missy." Came his reply and then his eye softened ever so slightly.

"You are aware that a lot has been gone on, changes and such. That was a bit of a mishap with some magic I may have been working." There was nothing sheepish about it in the slightest as she would no doubt put things together later, given any chance. "This is a new body, the old one I had, may have given out in the end." He said in those same times that left no room for a rebuke whatsoever, but at the same time dismissed all sense of worry. "Besides my dear, we have a lot of work to do." Stern looks and everything else aside, he turned her around to show her they were not alone. Oracle was behind her. "I trust you remember whom this is? He will be helping when it comes to fixing everything. Now, my dear, where were you and why?" Came the question he knew she did not want him to ask.