Caspian woke up early in the morning, feeling a blanket​ over his body that wasn't there when he had went to sleep. He got up, feeling his legs shake a bit as he stood before quietly​ walking into Cedija's room, walking silently to her as she slept, lightly putting her blanket back on her. "Thanks." He whispered before walking out of her room, sneaking out the window back início into his bedroom. He pulled his gun from his back pocket, setting it on the escrivaninha, mesa seguinte to the case of bullets before laying on his bed, feeling something rather hard, realizing there was someone there. "What the hell?"...

"We're here today outside a house, in what seems to be the latest of a murder spree in the city. It's a pattern, with a gunshot to the head right at the doorstep all in the light of dia so remember guys, if you hear a knock at you door and you see your peep hole covered, don't open it." The news reporter said outside of a house that had police all outside it.

"Fucking criminals." Ivan said in an irritated tone before shaking his head. "I'll find eventually whoever is doing this and string them up before burning them on a fucking cruz like 'the prophet' likes to do in the middle of the damn...

"By the gods.. Nobody should have to go through what you went through." Heinrich said as he shook his head, looking at Ichiro.

"I can't...I can't sleep. I see it in my eyes. Laughing. Hearing it's voice.." Ichiro said quietly, shaking a bit.

"I know..I know.." Heinrich said as he stood up. "Perhaps I can help that, but for now we shall purge that monster." Heinrich said as he pulled his beast slaying sword off the altar, dipping it in the tub of holy water.

"Prophet.. What will you do?" Ichiro asked as he looked at Heinrich.

"Preform Gods will." Heinrich said before he pulled the sword form from...

Tiras looked at the clock, seeing it was 10 a.m on it. Aria had left, going shopping at the market that was about a mile or two away and Tiras himself was left home, alone. He went into the kitchen, looking around for something to do. "What type of odd contraptions do you have in this mystical room mother?.." He muttered to himself before pressing a button on the microwave, turning it on, making him fall onto the floor in surprise before watching it in awe. "......what is this?.." He said before opening it, feeling the warm inside of it, but not seeing any fire. He stuck his hand in there,...

"..." Tiras looked in the mirror, looking at himself, analyzing himself using the government server through the computer inside of his head. "Tiras Elbinorune. encontro, data of birth, March 21st, 2038, Stuggart, Capital city of Stuggaria, known formerly as the Kingdom of Prussia. My father, unknown. My mother. unknown. Hospital I was born in, unknown." Tiras said in a monotone voice before looking at his adoptive mother, Aria. "But I know that was a lie. I wasn't born in a hospital, mother. I remember only a tube, and a black haired woman and the blue eyed man. And I remember everything. The only people...

"Silence, woman." Ganzorig said as he tightened the plastic bag around Yatsumi Hirohito's head as she scratched at Ganzorig's leather gloves, trying to get him off. She looked at him, her eyes bulging out of her head as her face turned purple before he got irritated and finally snapped her neck, letting her naked body fall on the floor. Ganzorig dusted himself off, pulling a baggie out of his pocket with curly black coarse hairs inside of if, which would exactly match up to that of a person of African descent. He then pulled out a bag that had a bit of semen in it and a turkey baster, inserting...

A ano after his initial drafting into the military, Ganzorig was still living in Alexander's personal​ home, still having rather severe speech issues but definitely making behavioral progress, being around people he was comfortable with. He heard to sino get rung downstairs, signalling that breakfast was ready. He got up from his cot, putting on his clothes before leaving the bedroom, hitting his head on the way out against the topo, início of the mural before heading downstairs, seeing Yoko and Alexander sitting at the table. He sat down seguinte to Ichiro and Chihiro, who he both preferred mais than...

Yesui woke up in the hospital room, wires all up in her arms and nobody there except her oldest son whom was four, Arslan, sleeping in a chair seguinte to her as he held her hand. She looked at her stomach, seeing the bump on her stomach gone. "He said he'd be here.." She said quietly, letting out a sniff as some tears streamed down her face as she looked at the TV, watching Lucas and Ivan at the ceremony to foca, selo the unity between Stuggaria and Warsaria. Then, she saw a blonde woman walk up and hug Ivan during the ceremony and felt her coração break into pieces. She silently cried, trying not to...

Senji stood up, looking at the journal, shaking his head before throwing the journal in the trash, sitting on his cama before scratching his head and sighing, seeing now a black mark on the back of his hand, seeing a dragon crest on it. He layed on his bed, still buzzed from the sake before closing his eyes, feeling something jump on the best and lay near his feet. When he opened his eye, he saw two yellow cat eyes looking at him. "Donjun?" Senji slurred out.

"I need a place to sleep you know." Donjun said before curling up in a ball while in his cat form.

"Whatever." Senji spat out, closing his...

So uh, ever since that Dungeon guy came into Kyoto, i've had a piercing headache. That's the thing they don't tell you about mind fuckage. It actually hurts for a really really long time. So anyways, I finally got a message from Emperor Hirohito. He's sending his first born son, Katsuo, down to Kyoto. A four yearold. He's sending a six yearold down here. I'm becoming a glorified babysitter at this point. Oh, and I'm composição literária in this journal now in case I go insane from the four yearold. I need to leave some evidence I haven't been totally batshit.

~Signed, Senji Asakhusza.

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I, Senji Asakhusza am composição literária this journal as a collection of events for when eventually my emperor comes to return. It's been quite some time since I've had any atualizações on my mission of course but well, I must retain hope, no?

The level of loneliness has rather well, been detrimental to my mental state. Being around peasants who can barely handle a hoe(and not the female ones. hah, good one Senji) let alone a sword and attempting to reunify Japão underneath the banner of Emperor Hirohito yet again has been rather hard. This is my third winter here and the harvest has been increasingly harder...

Yes yes, I am Adrian Hong. It should be pretty obvious who I am, considering I am the king of the second, soon to be first, biggest empire in the current world. True son of Ivan Hong and all that blah blah, yeah. I honestly don't care for semantics. Anton suggested I write this and I highly doubt any of the scum peasant farmers are going to read this so why not. Here it is, my childhood I guess or whatever I'm supposed to write. Honestly I'm just killing time so to whoever reads this, whoop die do, you're not getting a well written story. Your getting the babbling of someone who isn't even...

Finally, Lucas and Villads have made it back from their little mission, although now they're doing their regular duties, which is just great for me. Huzzah, I get to be fucking alone for the seguinte three hours..

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Man I need to quit composição literária my inner thoughts in like that. Can't let you two know that I actually get bored when you're not around. Oh, and because I know you two have been leitura this, I'd like to say hi first of all, and segundo off all, thanks for respecting the privacy of me.

So yeah, I'm gonna be let on a mission too. I'm excited. I'll be finally able to fucking mover around,...

Right so after creating the first part of this, not only did Lucas bitch, but so did Villads. They tag teamed me in making a part two, which is kinda funny to me since they haven't read it...or have they?........

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I actually might be wrong there. Knowing Lucas and Villads, those two would be up to no good when it comes to messing with me.

Anyways, so I left off somewhere around another rant about Silvia. Those are always pretty fun and uh, I think I left off where I just killed that cadela, puta Zabojca or whatever the fuck his dirty tribal name was. Yeah alright, so lets timeskip like,...

Since Lucas insisted, I'll write down some of my adventures and such through the years as a warlord. Not sure why actually, maybe as documentation or something, or perhaps to leave people a good read as something to remember me by. Nevertheless, here I am, up, smoking a cigarette on topo, início of the barracks and composição literária a journal as the other people in my unit sleep.

Well, I suppose we shall start from the beginning here. My name? Most people call me Fawkes if they know what's good for them, but my name is Ivan Hong. Yeah, I'm like Mongolian and Polish or something, if the records from the orphanage...

The ragtag group of rebels looked onward as Simon stepped up to speak to the fat man in the mirror. Everything was riding on this. Whatever Simon says to the man would decide the fate of the entire rebellion. With just a few small words, they could be forced back to their lives of servitude, god only knew what kind of horrors they would do the humans.

As Simon closed the gap, the fat man smiled widely, showing only a thin pretense of what was really happening. He held all the cards, all that was to be decided now was whether the usurpers would be dealt with violently....or well...slightly less...

Topic: Write about the time you came closest to death.

Type of Limit: Word

Limit Cap: 523

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My Night on The Couch

As I slowly regained consciousness, I felt a wave of calm wash over me as the soft fabric of the sofá made me feel very drowsy and incredibly comfortable. I didn’t want to get up just yet so I continued to lie there with my eyes closed, my arms softly folded over my chest and my legs stretched out across the sofa. I had to admit that this was the life, my parents could be heard talking animatedly to my brothers. I could hear the TV going as a...

Topic: What has made you angry recently?

Type of Limit: Word

Limit Cap: 584

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A Rant of Introverted Proportions

It generally takes a lot to make me angry. I like to consider myself a pretty even-tempered guy, despite what anyone who knows me in real life would say. However, sometimes there are things that, for all my attempts to remain calm, irk me. This is one of those things. I decided to invite Kitty to plan an RP with Riku and myself because I wanted her to feel like part of the group. We worked, we fought, we disagreed, but what eventually came out was an...

Name: Who did you vote for? GOD!

General Description: Have you ever wondered what God is like? Have you ever asked yourself why things happen to you and have you ever wished that you could simply walk into a room and ask God face to face any pergunta you wish? Well in this RP, it really is that simple. However, it might not be the same as you had pictured it. In the world of this RP, there are no legends. There are no myths about god and god is not some all powerful being that is always just out of reach. In this world, there is a small portion of the population that have slightly altered physical...