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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:20 pm
Hello and welcome to No Escape: A Horror/Mystery RolePlay!
I am Wuppa, the sole advisor to this great masterpiece I am unveiling! I hope you enjoy this mysterious and horrific RolePlay!Ⓦⓗⓘⓣⓔ Ⓛⓘⓢⓣ:
◽ Everyone
Ⓑⓛⓐⓒⓚ Ⓛⓘⓢⓣ:
◾ No One
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 10:55 pm
The room you are in reminds you of a nice guest room meant for surprise visitors and unexpected relatives, neat and tidy it is and you see a key laying on the pillow. You get the realization that it is meant for you and your privacy. So cool, you get a room, right? Nothing is too exciting, nothing too memorable except for a small ticket underneath the key. The ticket reads CUSTOMER [number is imprinted for each individual] with a small smile when your eyes are yet again attracted to the small print next to the smile, 'thanks for coming!' You smile and think how nice the hotel's management is to their customers. You assume the ticket is for a raffle, big prizes you're hoping for. Suddenly a knock on the door riles you from a perfect lifestyle of being in a bland room filled with empty.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:07 pm
➀ Like everyone says, I AM DEITY OF RP! ➁ No God-Mod etc . . . Won't go into it. ➂ Pretty Posts! ➃ MINIMUM OF ONE PARAGRAPH PER POST. No one-liners, if I see if happen it's the three-strike rule. First, nothing. Second, warning. Third, getting kicked. ➄ When you make your profiles send 'em to me titled 'Can't Escape'. ➅ PG-16, I can handle love, romance but once the clothes start coming off I'd like you to take it to the PMs is you have to. I like romance, but the whole...readable sex is kinda...awkward. NO CYBERING ➆ Respect and Remember GAIA ToS ➇ I will require a one paragraph entry in your profile, don't forget it! ➈ If you're going to curse- remember PG-16. Not shouting like a sailor! ➉ OOC posts go in this thread. Plan accordingly!
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:09 pm
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[b]⒤'m pretty old:[/b] [age]
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:12 pm
╭Intro╮╭Plot╮╭Rules╮╭Profile Skeleton╮╰Accepted Characters╯╭OOC Page╮ x-Grey-Rain-x  ❝Fate is the union of the moment with eternity.❞ ⒯his is my name: Alyce Viktoriya Pandora Blackwood ⒯his is what I prefer to be called: Doesn't matter ⒤'m pretty old: Seventeen ⒣ere are my likes: ♥ Solitude and silence ♥ Music ♥ Proving herself ♥ Soft things ⒣ere are my dislikes: ✖ Overly negative people ✖ Pointless arguments ✖ Touchy-feely people ✖ Drama ⒨y personality in a nutshell: Alyce is someone who, bluntly, dislikes people in general. If you can get on her good side, however, she can be rather nice, and protective. Overall she can be rather quiet, and calm in stressful, or dangerous situations. Drama, and everything that comes with it, is something she will avoid at all costs, will veer away from, or find any sort of loophole she can to escape it. ⒨y story before I came to be: Living in a poor family can be difficult, but it has it's high points. It's a much slighter chance that you'll turn out to be a snobby brat, and you'll have friends that like you for you -- if you can even find any. Alyce has three friends, and would protect them with her life. Everyone else in school is apparently too good to even consider talking to her. Not that that bothers her, of course. She wouldn't be able to stand most of them. Growing up had its difficult times; for instance, no air conditioning or furnace. It could get really hot, or really cold where she lived. She made the best of it, however. She sometimes went on hunting trips with her father which really did help with food. Plus, she loved the forest. She would sometimes go just for the peacefulness it held in it. The beloved silence. One day, she was walking down what seemed like a long road. A building she was passing by -- perhaps a hotel, or a mansion -- almost seemed to beckon her. She examined the architecture, curious on what lied within. It looked abandoned, for the most part, so perhaps a small look wouldn't have hurt anybody? She cautiously stepped inside, and wasn't very far into the lobby when she believed she was either grabbed, or fell unconscious. Possibly both. She couldn't remember which, but ended up waking up in a room that she believed wasn't in her home. ⒧uckily she/he isn't here: x-Grey Rain-x x-Grey-Rain-x  ❝Just a little case of mood poisoning.. Must be something I hate.❞ ⒯his is my name: Eian Vaan Ivan Lowette ⒯his is what I prefer to be called: I have no preferences. ⒤'m pretty old: Twenty-two ⒣ere are my likes: ♥ Intimidating others ♥ Watching people fight without any point ♥ Winning fights and arguments ♥ Playing mind games ⒣ere are my dislikes: ✖ Life ✖ Stupid people ✖ Losing ✖ Being told what to do ⒨y personality in a nutshell: I have an utter, blunt hatred for stupidity, and stupid people in the world. However, it's not just them that cause me to be malicious; it's my anger issues, and just people in general. If you haven't noticed already, my initials. Look at them carefully, because it actually does show in my personality, a lot of the time. But on those odd occasions, if I like you enough, I may be capable of being.. *twitch, hesitate, * nice. Or funny, even. ⒨y story before I came to be: [bio-at least two paragraphs long] When you've had everything you've wanted all your life, lived in large houses, dealt with other rich people you don't really want to deal with, it all gets tiresome and boring. Eian really began to feel that he didn't even matter all that much -- he got away with what ever he did, wasn't paid much attention to, and in general, began to hate life because of it. A lot of people hated him for it. A person having whatever they want all their lives, and hating it? There was no challenge, or working towards things; it may be yearned for by many, but really, after a while, it sucks. Eian, getting sick of this way of life, began to live up to his name. More like the initials he had by the name. As time passed he grew more and more violent. First it was inanimate objects being broken, walls being punched, but then it turned towards people. He began to brake all the rules, and laws. He hated people, and he hated life itself, and took it out on everyone and everything else. His parents began to blame themselves, and their apology was giving him a bunch of stuff he didn't want. It wasn't love, emotions, talking like regular parent-to-child relationships. It was the "I'll give you this stuff so you stop embarrassing me/acting up. He wanted to move out, but was prevented. They 'didn't think he was ready.' The one, simple request that he wasn't allowed to be given. The fact it was declined only gave him a little bit of satisfaction, but he left that night for a walk, possibly spend the night somewhere else. He came across an odd looking mansion, or hotel. He thought maybe he could spend the night there or something. He walked in and looked around, wondering where he could talk to someone. "Hello?" he said, his only reply being a continuous echo of his own voice. In disappointment, he turned to leave, but was stopped when everything suddenly went black. ⒧uckily she/he isn't here: x-Grey Rain-x XMissxNightxStarX ❝Since when are you in control of my life?❞ ⒯his is my name: Michelle Renee Erikson ⒯his is what I prefer to be called:Michelle, or Mish ⒤'m pretty old:Twenty-one ⒣ere are my likes: ♥ having pride in myself ♥ Winning arguments and fights ♥ Shakespeare. ♥ Music ♥ Reading ⒣ere are my dislikes: ✖ Being controlled ✖ People who think they know who I am ✖ Arguing ✖ Awkward silences ⒨y personality in a nutshell: Oh, what can I say about myself? I'm definitely in a nutshell. I try to keep to myself, but opinions always get the better of me. What am I supposed to do, let people be stupid? Anyways. I can definitely be harsh, but people who know me always deal with that. But other then that, if you're on my good side, you'll definitely get a good side. I'm very curious, too. Also, I might fall a little easily for guys.. But eh, what can I do about that? ⒨y story before I came to be: There is poor, then there is rich. When you're neither, you're 'middle class'... Why put labels on it? I'm not poor nor rich, but I didn't always get what I wanted. I blame that on my sister. I had no dad, and I never even thought of him. My mom did a great job with us. That didn't make me very mean, though. I mean, I was popular at school, I had cute clothes, and quite a few boyfriends, but I never really appreciated it. Eventually, popularity went away, and I grew up, went to college for a year, and went on with my life. I always felt like something was missing, though. Without even thinking about it, I got into more and more trouble, more and more fights. Eventually, I just got kicked out of college, and I didn't even care. I got into music, singing, and playing guitar a little, and I never cared about that little hole. I came across he little hell-hole I'm in now when I was walking home. I'm curious, so I saw the mansion and I felt something weird about it. I checked it out. I felt the silence, I thought nobody was there. I didn't even say anything before something grabbed me from behind. Everything went black, then. I woke up in a room. ⒧uckily she/he isn't here: XMissxNightxStarX
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 5:43 pm
Is literally no one interested on a RP with a mansion? Come on, what if it ends up like Hunger Games? Fights to the death? I CAN HAVE THAT as long as you join, of course! emo
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 5:00 pm
Whomever is ready, please feel free to post!
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 10:32 pm
yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things you do, come back to you My name? It is คℓу¢є νιктσяιץα ραη∂σяα вℓα¢кωσσ∂. Why such curiosity? Do I really seem all that Strange to you? A girl was laying on a bed, but not as one normally would. She was laying across it horizontally, rather than the regular vertical way. Her head was hanging back over the edge, and it was clear the female was asleep. However, her eyes slowly opened, and she blinked a couple of times; as though blinking away the sleep she was in, and the blurriness that comes right after you wake up.
Suddenly, she sprung upright and off the bed, nearly falling over when she was on her feet. She spun around, glancing in every corner and at everything in the room. Only, there wasn't much other than the bed she had been on. Her breaths grew a bit quicker, and she became aware of the throbbing pain in her head. The right palm of her hand came up to rest on the side of her head as she closed her eyes tightly, as though willing the pain to go away.
"What happened? Where am I? Why am I here? Who has done this? When did I.." the endless cycle of questions ran through her mind, only prolonging the head ache. Her eyes open, and slowly drifted over to the pillow. A key. Under the key, a small ticket. Removing her hand from her head, a thoughtful frown crossed her. She walked over to the key, picked it up, and examined it for a moment. Then, her attention turned to the small ticket under it. She picked it up and read it:
CUSTOMER 08712
Thanks for coming! ☺
The girl blinked a couple of times in confusion. So many questions, still unanswered, and others still kept adding to it.
Suddenly, a knock at the door. Alyce jumped in surprise, and became aware of the shouts from.. Somewhere else.. Or other parts of the building she was in? Was it a building? Alyce shook her head to rid the piling questions, and cautiously walked to the door. However, she couldn't help but hesitate. She tucked the key and ticket away in her pocket, and reached out a slightly trembling hand to open the door. She twisted the knob, and slowly opened the door, heart pounding in anticipation for whatever was on the other side. _____________________________________________________
❝Fate is the union of the moment with eternity.❞ Emotions // Thoughts;; Confused, nervous
Health;; 97% [head hurts]
Clothing;; xxx
With Who?;; Herself
Orange Oricana Company;; >> Was going to wait for more people to join but felt an urge to post o.o <<
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 11:38 pm
A somewhat burly man was standing at the door without any expression, just a dull, and empty face. "Добро пожаловать в особняк. Я был назначен владельцем привести вас к залу. Пожалуйста, пойдем со мной госпожа. Or as they say in English, come with me."* The man grabbed the woman's hand quickly but softly, not intending harm nor intimidation.
He led her down a series of corridors, all with the same pained screams and moans coming from the walls. He did not make any statement about them, he just continued to walk, eventually leading her down the master stairs.
Eventually coming up to a large door he abruptly let go of her hand and stuffed them into his jacket pockets. Clearing his throat he gestured with his head towards the door, "there you will find your next objective. You're are quite beautiful to have ended so long ago. Good luck madam." And with that heavy Russian accent he left her alone. *Translation: Welcome to the mansion. I have been designated by the owner to lead you down to the ballroom. Please come with me madam.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:23 pm
yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things you do, come back to you My name? It is คℓу¢є νιктσяιץα ραη∂σяα вℓα¢кωσσ∂. Why such curiosity? Do I really seem all that Strange to you? Upon opening the door, she was met by a relatively empty face, much like the room she was standing in. Right away, the male began to speak in a language Alyce knew to be Russian, considering she could understand about half of what he said. She was too confused to comprehend the other. Then, he spoke English, and swiftly grabbed her hand. Her eyes widened when she was taken out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
Walking down corridors, the screams and shouts she had heard before were growing louder and louder, and her head continuously looked around for the origins. However, more and more seemed to be heard as they continued to walk through the seemingly endless hallways. Her eyes kept going back to the male leading her, then else where. The questions still continued to pour through her mind. She half wanted to pull away from this male and sprint as far as she could to find some sort of escape. She was silent, but inside, she was screaming.
Next she knew, she was going down rather large stairs, and eventually came to a large door. Her eyes widened slightly, unsure on what could be beyond that door. The male quickly let go of her hand, and tucked them away into his pockets. It made her more comfortable to now have her hand again, but it was odd. Glancing at him, his head gestured towards the door, then spoke. Beyond that door, she would find her next objective. The other part, she didn't quite understand. "You're are quite beautiful to have ended so long ago. Good luck madam." Good luck? To have ended so long ago? And beauty. No one has referred to her as that, so it did leave her confused as well. Perhaps his main language was Russian, and he wasn't too good with English? Alyce couldn't be sure.
After one last glance at the male, her eyes went to the large doors. Frowning, she pushed one of the doors open. She could feel herself shaking, but forced herself to calm down. She cautiously peeked through the small opening, then opened the door enough for her to go inside, unsure of what really awaited her. The male's words still echoed through her mind, almost in warning._____________________________________________________
❝Fate is the union of the moment with eternity.❞ Emotions // Thoughts;; Confused, nervous
Health;; 97% [head hurts]
Clothing;; xxx
With Who?;; A male, then herself.. As far as she knows.
Orange Oricana Company;; >> <<
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:08 pm
An intercom shot through the silence in the magnificent ballroom awaiting Alyce. The speaker scratched an a man, or woman as of yet was tapping the microphone, sending the screeching tap thud tap thud throughout the empty hall like a cricket in the night. "Welcome Customer 08712, welcome to the mansion. Please step into the middle of the ballroom and sit down. Thank you for joining us today as a miraculous event will soon occur as dreams will be fulfilled like lemons in a lemon tree. In other prospects, Lady Nationalaria has died of a foodbourne illness this week as we pay respects to her this evening." The undefinable voice gave a cough, and seemed to pat his chest a few times before continuing without much pause, "how are you today this evening Viktoriya?" The intercom vibrated at its stainless steel finish rattled on the wooden walls from up top. "If you look to your left madam there is a small dagger. Reach it without rising from your seat on the floor and you cannot slide your way across. Thank you and have a nice day customer ---- 08712." The voice seemed to distort, as if some splice had been made earlier to switch the numbers around of the customers. How very odd. "---REDACtED----REdAcTED----REDCatED" it spoke again, but now was a robotized voice, somewhat like those made out to be robots in various thriller films. The voice eventually died out in a static and Alyce was left alone to tend to her objective.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:29 pm
And this is how it looks when I
am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart
when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I
pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear
when I throw myself away Heh, my name? It's ℰιαη νααη ιναη ℒσωєттє. Not like you're worthy enough to know. Really? You think i'm Evil? Why, thank you. I don't care. A male was asleep on a bed in a rather dull, blank room. An empty room, overall, if it hadn't been for the bed he was on. His head was where his feet should be, his right knee was up, and his arms lied by his head almost carelessly. His facial expression continuously went from frowning to relaxing again. Suddenly, his eyes flashed open as he jumped up, and fell off the bed.
Springing up, he looked around in confusion. "Where the hell," he mumbled to himself, glancing around. Did he go to a hotel? No, no. He would remember that, wouldn't he? A hotel room would also have more furniture or decoration than.. This.
His eyes caught the gleam of something on his pillow. With a thoughtful frown, he walked over and plucked it up. He stuck it into his pocket, and noticed the ticket under it. Confusedly, he blinked, then picked it up and read it over. So, this must of been a hotel. There wasn't really another explanation. It seemed like a nice place. Under furnished, but nice. He stuck the ticket into the pocket with the key, and smirked lightly. Then, a knock at the door.
He turned around and stared at the door for a minute, then became aware of all the shouts and banging coming from.. All around him? What was this? Shaking his head slightly, he walked over to the door. He twisted the knob and opened the door, face expressing his mild curiosity. ____________________________________________________
❝Just a little case of mood poisoning.. Must be something I hate.❞ Emotions // Thoughts;; Curious, confused
Health;; 100%
Clothing;; xxx
With Who?;; Himself
Our Only Compromise;; }} Yayyy Star joined! {{
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 4:33 pm
Let death and honesty
Go with your impositions, I am yours
Upon your will to suffer. Yet, I pray you:
But with the word the time
will bring on summer, _______Mι¢hєℓℓє Rєηєє ℰяιкsση_____
__________________________________________ _______________________Outspoken_________________________________________ A young girl was laying on the dull, grey bed. There was practically nothing in the dark room. So bare that the only rats that could be hiding in it would be under the bed. Hell, anything could be under the bed. As she woke up, that wasn't her first thought. Neither was the usual 'Where the hell am I?' Her first thought of why it was so dark and bare in here. Then everything hit her.
Yep, she was practically kidnapped. She looked around for her small bag that usually had her books and music. Nothing was there, except that little piece of paper she finally noticed on a single little table thing. She was cautious walking towards it, until she finally knew that nothing would cause horrible little pins and drills to come out of the walls. After gathering a little courage, she grabbed the piece of paper and read it.
CUSTOMER 14287
Thanks for coming! ☺
This place was already a freak show. What was this, some kind of damned amusement park? "I'm not a customer. I was a kidnapped innocent woman." She muttered under her breath as she lay the piece of paper down. Out loud, she said "Hello?" But she wasn't expecting an answer at all. Was she the only one here? Was she going to be killed? Was this some kind of game set up by one of her ex boyfriends?
Then came the knock. Well, there was her answer. What could she do? Until then, she heard all the bangs and shouts coming from her. She sighed. What, was this place some kind of training facility for the unwilling? She was definitely unwilling. She waited a few seconds before the knock came again, then she gathered up the nerves to open the door. Fear wasn't on her face. It was calm and collected. Anyone who looked deeper would definitely know different..
Emotions // Thoughts: Confused, scared out of her mind
Clothing: xxx
With Who?: Herself
Out Of Candy: }} Hey dere Grey smile {{
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 9:11 pm
yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things you do, come back to you My name? It is คℓу¢є νιктσяιץα ραη∂σяα вℓα¢кωσσ∂. Why such curiosity? Do I really seem all that Strange to you? After only mere seconds of glancing around the magnificent ballroom, listening to only silence, an intercom shot though it, scratching and tapping. The male, or female, was clearly testing the system, bringing Alyce to cover her ears at the scratching. A male soon began to speak, bringing Alyce to slowly remove her hands from her ears.
Clearly they somehow knew which 'customer' she was, and directed her to sit in the middle of the ballroom. Her immediate reaction was to look around for a camera as she made her way to the middle. Frowning when she didn't see one, she cautiously seated herself where she was to do so. Dreams will be fulfilled like lemons in a lemon tree. Strange comparison, but even so, the only 'dreams' Alyce could see being fulfilled, for some reason, were nightmares or something. However, that could just be because of the fact she couldn't remember a thing before she woke up in that room. She remembered walking in, and waking up -- nothing in between.
Someone had died of a foodbourne illness. Well, that was a shame, but she didn't exactly know the Lady. The male began to cough, bringing her to frown slightly in mild concern. When he began to speak again, he asked how she was... Using one of her middle names. How in the bloody hell did he know that?
The female's lips parted, then closed. She wasn't sure on how to reply. But before she answered, he spoke again. "If you look to your left madam there is a small dagger. Reach it without rising from your seat on the floor and you cannot slide your way across. Thank you and have a nice day customer ---- 08712." Although her number.. Sounded odd. Very odd.
Another frown coming to her face, she slowly looked to her left. The dagger almost seemed to gleam in the light of the room. She jumped, however, when a robotic voice began to repeat the word 'redacted' a few times over before fading, leaving Alyce on her own in the silence. Letting a deep breath in and out, she looked around again, then back at the small dagger, now almost beckoning her. It was far away. hanging on a pillar quite a ways away from her. Likely around 6 feet away. She could not get up, or slide. Well, she had to try, right?
She stared at the dagger, a flash of determination in her eyes. "I wonder what would happen if I did stand or slide?" she thought, then shook her head against the idea. Who knew what could happen if she did that in a place like this? With a slight frown, she stared at the dagger. It wasn't all that high up. If she could do it correctly, maybe she could bring the dagger to herself. This would take some accuracy, if she could think of something.
Alyce began to fiddle with the zipper of her hoodie, now almost glaring at the gleaming dagger. Then, it came to her. Her eyes went down to her hoodie, and she smirked lightly. She unzipped it and took it off. Yes, this would definitely take accuracy. If she could manage to knock the dagger off the pillar, it could work. "Come on, Alyce. You can easily shoot an arrow. What's the difference?" she thought to herself, eyeing down the dagger.
She took a slow, deep breath. "You can do this," she whispered to herself, then calmed her entire being. Her shaking stopped, and all there was in the world now was her, the sweater, and the dagger. One clear objective was also present, however: Getting that dagger off the pillar without it going... Well, the wrong way. Her arm came back in a strategic angle, then threw the sweater forward, at the dagger. There was a sickly, mere moment of suspense before the sweater landed on it, then slowly slid down, somehow managing to drag the dagger with it, it making a small clatter on the hard floor. A smile enlightened her face. "Perfect," she thought, then lied on her side, reaching a hand towards her sweater to drag the dagger, and her sweater, towards her again. Her fingertips were just out of reach. Another frown overcame her, and she stretched her arm a little farther. This time, a fingertip successfully landed on one of the sleeves. She smirked again, pressed down, and pulled the sweater towards her with her finger. When it was close enough, she got a better grip on it, and continued to pull it towards her.
Within a few seconds now, it was close enough for her to clutch the cold dagger in her hand. She put her sweater back on, and examined the dagger curiously. What had been the purpose of this? Either way, she was glad she didn't chance standing up. _____________________________________________________
❝Fate is the union of the moment with eternity.❞ Emotions // Thoughts;; Very confused, nervous, a bit fearful.
Health;; 97% [head hurts]
Clothing;; xxx
With Who?;; Alone..ish? Possibly being listened to, or maybe even watched.
Orange Oricana Company;; >> This... This made me think of that Monologue from Macbeth xDDDD With that dagger? Yeah. And ayyy Star! <<
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