As this has been discussed,  but has never been done before I have decided to put up this question for anyone would be willing. Would anyone here be willing to have me put their moves in a Google Doc as a catalog, of sorts for people who want to use them, to have their own versions of the move? This question to my knowledge didn't go in the Help Desk. But it's for anyone who wants to have their moves publicly displayed, for anyone to use. So, who all is up for it?

What's your sign (Ex. Taurus, Leo, Virgo, etc.)? This totally isn't a Homestuck thing. I'm not asking because of Homestuck. I'm not. Nope.

A heavy wind sucked the primes through the Darkling’s gate. Only one person, however, made it free of the portal - Dawn. It slammed shut behind her angrily, growling as it faded away. The raven-haired assassin was flung a couple meters away from the implosion after it turned into a giant explosion of heavy wind. She landed harshly on her chest, bumping and sliding against the ashen-black ground. The steel from her armor screamed in pain each time it connected with the hard rocks of the Ashen Steppes.

She finally slid to a stop covered in the black soot she caught scraping across the ground. It was painful to stand immediately, but still she tried. Her attempt made it halfway before she kneeled to the bruises. Her gaze feel to where the portal had disappeared.

“Dammit…” she muttered through her hair. Heavy breathing pushed it forward off her face. “You’re on your own old man.”

When she was finally able to stand, she had noticed that she wasn’t the only one to escape the gate’s vacuum. Unfortunately, they were all Darklings. The vigilante gripped her rifle. She spit the built up saliva from her dirt-covered mouth.

“What the fuck are you idiots looking at?” She asked. The Darklings snarled furiously at her waving their swords at her. They surrounded her quickly, making retreat practically impossible on foot, but only a coward would retreat. Dawn was not a coward.

At least seven of these Darklings were surrounding her, ready to tear her face off if not just to see what the front of her skull looked like. Oscuritas’ sights leveled to one's head and blew it into oblivion. The limp, headless body thumped against the ashen rocks. That spurred the others into action, swinging their blackened scimitar-like blades at her like crazed animals. She slipped the rifle back into it’s leather holster on her back. Once it was safe and secure, she grabbed the knife on her boot and the pistol on her thigh.

A blade drove past her face, dodged by a quick step back. She reached in with her blade underhanded and sliced it’s throat with ease. As it wobbled back helplessly gasping for air, she drove the knife into another one charging up to her side. It stabbed through the darkened being’s head, blood sprayed against her wrist and hand. The first one she had sliced, still stood, so she raised her free hand and shot it between the eyes. It fell over instantly and died. Her wrist pulled back and sliced through the other Darkling’s head. It fell over to join its brother.

The few remaining attempted to gang up on her. They charged her like the others with bravado behind the strength of numbers. Dawn’s blackened wings spread like a rose blooming in the spring, a black, terrifying rose. She leaped into the air and took flight, the faint sound of a click left in the wake of dust and darklings. They stared and snarled at her unaware of their inevitable doom. The explosion engulfed the helpless being in fire and shrapnel.

The raven-haired demoness flew up high and looked down on her dead enemies.

“Tch, fuckin’ idiots.” Her wings blew the smoke back as she began to make her way home. Maybe she could get some real rest finally.

I would like to host a mini-event during the month of October. This is not staff-sponsored. This is just me wanting to do scary things to my friends.

It would likely start in the middle of October and run through the early weeks of November. The story will be, basically a murder mystery type of story and it will take place in the Frozen Fields. I'm looking for only a few people to participate, preferably in the single numbers. If you don't have a prime available then you are welcome to join as a secondary.

I used to run events a lot and then I stopped. I recently started again and I'm enjoying it. The type of 'DM' that I am is one that is instrusive in your characters. I will put your characters into positions that will challenge them personally, and make them stand out rather then bodyguard #3 to the Strongest Prime in the Room.

Is anyone interested in a nice little Halloween themed writing gig which will hopefully only contain pieces of October and November?

Ash fell through the ground level floor of the Casino but did not land in the basement where undoubtedly seedy games of chance or possibly coffins were stacked for those who operated at night and slept during the day. Instead, she tumbled into the Underverse unceremoniously and could be seen falling from the middle of the sky which was a storm of embers and coal black clouds.

At gravity’s mercy and the laws of wind, she rolled limply in the sky. It was hard to tell if she was even conscious, she couldn't’ rightfully tell you. Over and over, and over, her body spun lifelessly at terrifying speeds towards the City of Dis. With what little luck her life-force could call upon, she headed straight down a neatly lined alley between two black iron buildings whose gargoyle could be alive or merely stone and whose spires just begged for her blood.  Her souvenir, the Ultramarine’s sword that still impaled her, clipped the edge of one of these two buildings and a screech of metal on stone was heard while a burst of sparks flung in her wake.

This projected her to the next building where she managed to half roll until the handle of the blade caught a stray nick in the wall. The sound was muffled by her still warm body, but the blade reverberated like a tuning fork and sent pleasurable pain through her pierced guts. If she was not awake before, she was now as she moaned out. A second later she was knocked against the other wall in her continuous descent.

As she fell into the opposite wall again, she could feel her skin ripping at her legs and sides, her head slamming into the wall just the same, bruises being left on her body, and blood left on the walls as gravity roughed her up mercilessly while she slowed her down. Until at last, she had nothing left to crash into but what was at the bottom of this neatly lined-up alley. All who could hear it would hear the body crash into a cluster of metallic barrel-shaped cans.

The Storm Demon screamed out in gut-wrenching pain, landing face down on these and shoving the blade back inside of her once more. A slick sound of fresh blood splattering against cobblestones was heard next as she gasped with a mixture of pain and desperation. Ash moved her hand to pick herself up off the sword, only to the cotton arm-warmer to do nothing to save her hand from slipping out from under her and the whole demoness falling off the pile and onto her side in the compact alley.

Eyes wide open, but looking just as blind, as well as her mouth. Her chest heaved and her stomach clenched around the razor-sharp metal that stuck out from her back as she struggled to breathe. Her lungs expanded just fine, but every beat her heart made sent signals that even alarmed her. She imagined one of those machines in a hospital, a heart monitor, its blank black screen being interrupted by a bright green line to show you the shape of your heartbeat. She imagined the line’s sharp spikes looking vastly different to what they are supposed to be due to the bullet in her heart.

She couldn’t decide what she should take care of first as she choked on her own blood.

Ash thought about what she’d seen through the weakening blinding white walls that held her captive, more importantly, what a weakening isoverse had almost meant. She must have been so close to victory that the contraption was ready to even name her the winner. Or perhaps it saw her desperation as the final nail in her coffin and was giving her one more look at the man she had been aiming for this whole time. What little it mattered as she had plenty of videos stored in her Comm for anything she needed a visual for. Other than to mock her, which she didn’t think inanimate objects could do reasonably or well.

By this time she’s gotten off her good arm and was sitting up as straight as she could with a massive blade piercing her fragile body. It reached up to her chest, and her fingers slid into the bloody hole in her chest. Cobalt blue liquid spilled out freely as she dug around her own chest for the bullet, which constricted and convulsed around her invading fingers. The left her writhing and biting into her lip ring. Ash felt no reason to not keep digging though, either she died within her chest or she died pulling it out.

Finding it was the hardest part, at least the biggest part of what was left of the huge bullet. She slid it out with the most care she could manage with blood covered fingers. Only at the end did she almost lose it to the tensed muscles in her chest, managing to keep it from retreating with her nails. Free of her chest, she flung the twisted metallic cylinder into the streets beyond the mouth of the alley before coughing violently and leaving ink blue droplets on her fist.

Her good arm fell to her lap as she breathed a bit easier without a bullet disrupting her heart. She willed the spare Omnilium to work that part of her body if it actually did anything she couldn’t tell.

The sword remained.

As she stared at it, her vision blurred and then returned to normal. She shouldn’t be surprised, the twisted blade created almost a waterfall of her blood to spill from the upper abdomen down her back and belly, soak through her skirt’s waistband, and then form a puddle in the cracks of the cobblestone that was firmly pressed into her crotch as she sat with her legs spread apart for balance and stability.

She took a few more heavy breaths before grabbing the hilt of the blade and with all the strength she had for this kind of effort, she pushed. Every inch of the longsword was felt in her weakened state, but Ash hissed. With no one to tease, it was hard to get all worked up over pain.

It clattered to the ground, blood still staining the sides which had runes that spoke something important. Her fingers were stained with the ink that was her blood as she inspected them. She was shaking…

The Storm Demon decided that resting in the alley, no matter where in the Omniverse you were, was probably a bad idea and picked herself up on weak legs. Her blood deprived muscles shook under even her light weight so that she didn’t feel comfortable without a wall to hold… Good thing she had two. She heard the sword rattling against the cobblestones as she picked it up, then dragging it like a doll behind her she followed the wall. The handcuff bracelet remained on her left hand, blood has already poured down the creases of her arm and she left a blue handprint on the wall she used for support. Two, three... When she reached the mouth of the alley she was already out of breath but leaned poorly on the wall as she tried to take in her surroundings.

She had guessed they had just punched her into the next Tier of Coruscant, but this looked nothing like T6... It looked far more demonic and put together than anything a bunch of thugs and low-lives could piece together.

Her eyes dropped, strained to see beyond her tired view... She tried to steady herself, and before she knew it her eyes were closed and the whole world was spinning. Either the floor under her feet shifted, or she moved side to side on her own, but the loss of blood was gradually getting to her. She tried to say something, even she didn’t know what it was though. It came out as a grunting squeak, and then her mind went dark.

Ash falls into the streets of Dis, the sword clattering beside her but remained in her reach. The Storm Demon remains motionless, not even a flicker from her tail…

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So the Omniverse has the Avengers that are based in the Vasty Deep. What I thought of doing was making a Coruscant based version of the "Bat Family" called the Knightmares, but who are willing to torture/kill criminals. In any case, this thread is made to check for interest in such. It's open to anyone who wants to do it, or anyone who wishes to become enemies of the Knightmares.

List them here so I know who to come for when the Apocalypse kicks off.

Also list some shortcomings. Be honest! You think I'm playin' but I'm not.


Me:
- Can pilot small aircraft
- Decent shot with long guns/archery
- Excellent sense of direction
- Legit sneaky.
- Basic home repair skills
- Can care for young children
- Decent cook
- Impossible to gross out



- Dislikes beans
- Thin, but out of shape
- Near-sighted
- Doesn't weigh much
- Poor swimmer

Purchases and Deductions for Angel Fisher go here!

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All moves must be approved here before purchase.

I was checking the math on it and just found out a few numbers didn't add up right.

It occured to me today that I have a lot of sayings and phrases I grew up with that people may find whimsical or useful. Feel free to post your own.



Bug-Tussel
Adj.
To describe a place that would be considered backwoods to someone who lives in the back woods, but still populated.

"Grandma lives up there in bug-tussel PA, with all her toothless friends."




Purple Gench
Noun
A strange, sudden, very bad cold or flu of unknown origin.

"Yeah, I had some bar nuts in Thailand one time. Came down with Purple Gench."



Yins
Idiom
Synonymous with 'Y'all', commonly used in western PA

"Yins goin back up home a'night?"



Gob
Noun
A specific type of whoopee pie made in western PA, originating from Johnstown. Accept no substitutes.

"Dozen gobs'll be five twenty."



Soybeaner
Noun
A particularly vile or noxious case of flatulence.

"Christ, smells like someone left a soybeaner in here."



Jesus Snack
Noun
The ritual of Holy Communion as practised by Lutherans.

"I'm gonna just wait to use the commode until we get our Jesus Snack."



State Weed
Noun
Marijuana which grows endemically in the wild around central PA

"What's in this pipe man; kush or just state weed?"



Brainless Fucktard
Proper Noun
Proper title for Governer Danel Maloy in CT