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  • Archive Re: Flesh vs Steel (Started)

    Koron Koron stood there in disbelief, unable to comprehend what was going on. The worst thing was that Mercury's finger was tightening around the trigger. Koron sheathed his blades and ...

    May 17, 2012
  • Archive Re: The Grand Heist (Started)

    Korey Korey sat there seething with anger, contemplating the situation they were in. "Are you gonna drive, or what?" Monique asked, obviously getting annoyed. Close to breaking point he turned ...

    May 17, 2012
  • Archive Re: Arkham Asylum

    Quartermaster "Keep dreaming," I laughed, struggling the urge to shoot Basilisk where he sat. It would be a good thing to kill him now, but the paperwork after... I dismissed ...

    May 17, 2012
  • Archive Re: Arkham Asylum

    Quartermaster "Jason Mason, visiting times over. You're coming with me," I said. "And what if I don't ?" Basilisk asked. I pulled out my pistol, unloaded it, took out a ...

    May 16, 2012
  • Archive Re: Who Watches the Watchmen?

    Quartermaster "Of course there are 'others', as you put it," Quartermaster spoke. "You arrived," Snake said. "Of course," Q replied. "What is that on your clothes?" The girl asked. "Blood," ...

    Apr 30, 2012
  • Archive Re: Who Watches the Watchmen?

    Quartermaster Quartermaster awoke to find himself in a wrecked room, stripped of his weapons and his hands tied behind his back. A thin man walked into the room. Quartermaster promised ...

    Apr 30, 2012
  • Archive Re: A Gamers Reality [accepting]

    Is it all right if I reserve a male fighter spot? If yes, I will post my character profile tomorrow as right now I am tired.

    Apr 23, 2012
  • Archive Re: Dry River (Western)

    Name: Earl Gray Age: 26 Gender: Male Occupation: Bounty Hunter (Not from Dry River) Appearance: Cowboy.jpg Wields two revolvers, one rifle and a double barrelled shotgun. Personality: A kind of ...

    Apr 18, 2012
  • Archive Re: The Grand Heist (Started)

    Korey Korey sat in the truck and started to fiddle around with the pistol, a Desert Eagle, he kept in the compartment on the passenger side. Korey stiffened...gunshots. He put ...

    Apr 18, 2012
  • Archive Re: Flesh vs Steel (Started)

    Koron Koron awoke, head pounding and his body feeling as if it's about to just crumble. He guess at least half of his ribs broken, along with a small fracture ...

    Apr 18, 2012
  • Archive Re: Who Watches the Watchmen?

    Quartermaster "Goddamnit," I said through gritted teeth, as I tried to repair the door. By repair, I mean leaning it against where it used to be. I gave up and ...

    Apr 13, 2012
  • Archive Re: Who Watches the Watchmen?

    Quartermaster I sat in a room. A room decorated with weapons. Some real, some antiques, but all deadly in my hands. An alarm went off. I turned to a monitor, ...

    Apr 10, 2012
  • Archive Re: Who Watches the Watchmen?

    Quartermaster Someone fell to the ground in front of me, a women from the looks of it. She didn't turn around. "I am impressed," she said, "I didn't think I ...

    Apr 6, 2012
  • Archive Re: Flesh vs Steel (Started)

    Koron The door continued to shake, under the onslaught of whatever was outside. Koron unsheathed his blades and start scratching them against one another, sharpening them for the inevitable battle ...

    Apr 5, 2012
  • Archive Re: The Doomsday Clock (Left For Dead Storybook)

    Name: John Derozey Gender: Male Nationality: Age: 27 Appearance: John Derozey.jpg Personality: Like Jason, John has a 'nobody gets behind' policy. As a veteran of the Afghanistan war John has ...

    Mar 31, 2012


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