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Considering that my avatar is Red Fraggle ( a muppet nearly 18 inches tall), I am feeling pretty confident in my chances of survival. Although she is very athletic and competitive
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I'm in a pretty bad place.
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She'll get over it.
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qualeshia3 wrote:


animegirl2222 wrote:

bury me shizuri, bury me baby.

Who is your avatar anyway?


Mugino Shizuri from Toaru Railgun. she's basically in crazy mode, but a lot of her expressions are in crazy mode.

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Thanks for letting me know.
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I wouldnt stand a chance.
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he's too lazy and fat to be evil and plot murders
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21 / F / Earth .
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i wouldnt mind as long he knows i exist. Hahah
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The air reeks faintly of salt and coastal brine, and is filled with the grind and pound of cogs. In the distance a bell chimes and footsteps echo off the aged wood floors. She steps forth, a dark silhouette basking in the radiant beams that pour through through the clock face, beyond: the final secrets.

Of the healing church, of Byrgenwerth, of this hunter's nightmare. Everything you wished to know just beyond your grasp. And she steps forth, the final barrier between you and that blissful revelation. A gaunt figure, tall and garbed in black, skin pale as her white blonde hair as she...

...she speaks. Speaks in a voice now familiar, and all too warming. Her face too, now that it's free of the glare, fills your mind with memories. Your one undying companion, your sole bastion of sweet repose in this horrid hunt. You step back. You thought nothing could faze you anymore, with all the things you've seen. With all the things you've learned. The sky and the cosmos are one and you know all of their secrets but this one. But you are shocked, horrified as the Lady of the Clocktower finally reveals herself.

"A corpse should be left well alone."

It is her voice, but it is not. There is none of the soothing softness, and none of the warmth in those glass eyes. These are living ones, but glassed with a film of weariness. Eyes that like yours have seen too much. And there is a measure of steel there too. Subtle and restrained yet sharp as a razor. You can feel it at your throat as she steps forward and you retreat, feeling fear for the first time since you stepped into this awful, wonderful city.

"Oh I know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly." She says, old and tired despite her youth, stepping forth without a flicker of realization in her gaze. This isn't her. You know that. She is frail, docile as a lamb. A hunter's helper. This lady, you know her walk and her gaze. You are not the first Hunter to seek these secrets, you realize. Others must have come and found her waiting. And if she's still here, well, hunters aren't a merciful lot. You can connect those dots yourself. And she is a Huntress, lethal and old. Maybe the oldest of all those trapped in this phantasmal landscape. You feel like a cat facing a lioness, a tiny thing, small and helpless as she draws her blade.

"Only an honest death will cure you now," the blade splits in two with a harsh metal crack that chimes in the air. You know it's make. Cainhurst. A weapon in the style of the accursed Vilebloods. "Liberate you, from your wild curiosity."

Too late do you see the shift of her shoulders, the tensing of her legs. you reach for your weapon's handle but her blades are already cutting into you. Pain. Instinctually you leap away but dive back in with a fury swinging your weapon down. You see her shift her hands, and find yourself staring down the barrel of a pistol, concealed in the smaller blade's hilt.

The quicksilver bullet tears through your shoulder and you stagger back in a daze of pain. She's advancing on you with a calm and measured gait. Just as you're about to slip away she catches you, her grip soft yet firm and inescapable. This close she even smells familiar, her hair wafting with the smell of the white flowers that filled the hunter's dream. Only you smell the blood too. The blood of beasts and men and hunters. All things that once seemed different to you, but now the same.

Her touch, her smell, the sound of her breathing.
It's almost comforting, as she slips her hand in your bosom, takes hold of your heart in a way that's almost soft...
...and crushes it in her hands.

You slip back, senses failing, and the last thing you see is her silhouette framed in the basking aura of sunlight as you fade from one dream...
...and awaken in the next....
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Yeah so I die horribly in a less graceful, dignified and poetic way obviously. Lady Maria does not fuck around.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX1YvMIDxz0
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To my parents, i leave my furniture and bank accounts. Use them well. To my friends, i leave my manga and anime collections. Everything else can be donated, except my sketchbooks, which are to be burned.
It was nice knowing some of you.
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Jokes on you my cat is already evil, and has been trying to kill me since her birth.
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My chances of survival doesn't look good.
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29 / M / B.C, Canada
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He's a fallen Angel so I am kinda FUBAR.
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FruitPunchSamurai987 wrote:

To my parents, i leave my furniture and bank accounts. Use them well. To my friends, i leave my manga and anime collections. Everything else can be donated, except my sketchbooks, which are to be burned.
It was nice knowing some of you.


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I'm horrified.
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