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With that one, panic stricken word the world was thrown into chaos. Dave and his woman bolted, and instantly Adara and newkid followed. Jo and Mev looked to me, me ...

"That's all fine and dandy," I said, interrupting their moment. "But we need to move." I'd thought of ripping into them about their pointless, ill-timed display of affection, but there ...

"They want me, Adrian," Dreffan whispered to the paladin, who had drawn his sword and stood to face the intruders. "They believe you are in league with me, so they ...

Lance growled behind his faceplate--they had gone against orders. He always knew the other races were too independent and headstrong to be part of this army. It was unfortunate that ...

Lance keyed his powersuit's optical enhancers to zero in on the approaching vehicles. Three red reticles encircled them as they were confirmed hostile. The level of detail in the enhancers ...

As we passed by the three bastards that ruined Cameron's Bronco, I shouldered past "Dave" and made eye contact as we collided. Don't fuck with me, asshole. When I reached ...

I'm down. We need more planning this time around, methinks.

Tentatively interested.

"Probably because they are smarter than the morons back at base that analyze our intel. We overestimated them, and this is what we get," I said. I eyed the Sergeant's ...

"Forgive the question, but shouldn't the Arcanite be doing the heavy lifting? She could probably lift a good five times as much as us combined with that magic of hers. ...

Hate to sound like a Plot Nazi, but your post messes with the continuity of the storybook... PLOT: Storybook writers will make a character using one of the Triad races. ...

I'd like to point out that your character is a tad young to be casting many powerful spells, so keep that in mind when writing her spellcasting, yes?

Character, Plot, OOC discussion and the like. Midnight, much as I'm a fan of Snipers and Black Ops, I'd like you to modify your character a bit. The army that ...

Well, what the hell, I thought. Attaching a thin but strong climber's cord to a broken banister, I clipped it to my harness and rappelled down the side of the ...

The intel was bad--someone made a big goddamn mistake. It was supposed to be a simple act of riot control; head South, destroy the uprising, report back by dinner. Fuck ...