Posts by AMMIKAMI12

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    There was something strange about this house, something that felt... Off. Delvin couldn't quite out his finger on it, but it felt like there was something here. But was it Hero? Or was it something else? He wasn't afraid to be in the house however, despite this mysterious presence that haunted over his shoulders, placing a weight upon them and his chest. The torn up appearance and mounds of dust around the house honestly didn't seem normal, especially since the house and the items within it didn't seem too old. Why would Hero come to a place like this though after not contacting anyone for three whole years?


    He only slightly lowered himself to the floor in a semi-kneeling position, peering his head around corners to see if there was anyone around. So far, the only things he could really see were stacks of old books and furniture lying around, untouched for who knows how long. Not to mention there was some sort of smell, something like a mixture of rotten eggs and burning smell, which made Delvin's stomach churn. He moved in further until he heard a buzz noise. And no, it wasn't like a bee buzzing, it was a phone buzzing, meaning someone was here.


    Instantly Delvin was alerted, but as he was about to emerge from his hiding place, he saw a gun pointing right at his head and the person before him. Specifically, some man with a spray bottle you'd usually see holding window cleaner and a rather large gun at that. His dark amber eyes went wide as the man came closer, leaving him froze in place and hoping that this maniac wouldn't shoot. "I-I could ask you the same thing, psycho..." He replied, unable to hold back his stutter.

    I know I just said I was apart of this, but now I've decided this; I'm giving up my spit. I'm not going to sugarcoat this, I'm depressed, I'm so damn stressed with roleplaying on this stupid site anymore that its eating me away, not to mention I'm falling into a deep depression that just makes me hate everything. I don't want to be stressed with roleplaying, I don't want it to be a chore, and I'm probably just going to focus on the RPs I enjoy and that matter most to me. I'm sorry if I wasted any time, I'm sorry Jester for wasting your time on your drawings or hyena's time and whatnot, but I'm not going to force myself to do some Roleplay as if its a chore or a job.