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  • Archive Re: Future-ish RP

    6- Numera legion I knew instantly that I had made a mistake coming here. Eyes were on me from every direction. They all knew. I had to make a distraction, ...

    Oct 14, 2014
  • Archive Re: Character How-do-you-dos

    Who am I? I don't know. I just have to kill immortals, but you see, it's rather hard to kill something that can't die. How long have I been alive? ...

    Apr 24, 2014
  • Archive Re: Character How-do-you-dos

    I'm Cy. Just Cy. I have the power to manipulate minds and edit memories. After a run-in with me, you could wake up in a dark room thinking you are ...

    Apr 24, 2014
  • Archive Re: The Restaurant at the End of the Universes

    -Unknown man in a suit- "I am known formally as The Lich, it is my destiny to end this universe and all others that contain life, so new ones may ...

    Apr 24, 2014
  • Archive Re: The Restaurant at the End of the Universes

    -Unknown man in a suit- I walk into the room and laugh at the suggestion that they might be leaving. "You don't get home. You're here for a reason. If ...

    Apr 24, 2014
  • Archive Re: Zombie Apocalypse

    -Cy- From the rooftops, I watched as three figures walked into the street, each holding weapons. I shot a bullet down at them to alert them of my presence. They ...

    Apr 23, 2014
  • Archive Re: Future-ish RP

    6- Numera Legion I looked at her, and knew she was the one... The one I was supposed to kill, but how? SO many people around. The voices in my ...

    Apr 22, 2014
  • Archive Re: Highschool Drama.

    Cy I laughed as I watched everything unfold before me, such a shame that I never spoke a word to her, but still have a crush on her... It's silly ...

    Apr 22, 2014


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien