dumbass alternia rping

==> Be the blondie.

Time-consuming. You giggle to yourself, quickly switching to your other open chat window and jotting something down.

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grandAnthropophagy [GA] resumed trolling homoInsinuation [HI]!

GA: Stroye stroye h∀ve you wr∀pped up that perky li'l p∀r∀site yet?
GA: The others ∀re st∀rting to get in the groove of things is all~~~

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grandAnthropophagy [GA] resumed trolling felisCatus[FC]!

GA: Hell stick with Z∀nny theres re∀lly no re∀son to doubt th∀t
GA: Oooh this is just gonn∀ be the c∀ts meow treezie!!! C∀nt you just feel it!!! *∀*~~~~~~

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GA: Well just r∀zz my berries sug∀r ;*

You breeze over the text file attached in the .PCK. Yes sir-ee, just what the doctor ordered. You slip the files into the proper directory of your SGRUB folder for safekeeping, humming a little ditty to yourself. "Oh lordy me, didn't we shake sugaree..."

==> BE THE PUSHOVER?

Your name is Etrizu Strumo.

And Dear God, you're fucking tired. You push back from your desk where your laptop sits, precariously atop A TOWER OF MAKE UP AND ROMANCE NOVELS. You just want to rub your eyes... but last time you did that, you messed up your make up. Can't have that, again. Especially if you're going to make a VLOG ABOUT YOUR UNSUCCESSFUL ATTEMPTS AT ROMANCE.

You run your hands through your hair, making note to not pull out any clumps. Dreadful habit of yours, which is even more dreadful to clean up.

You turn towards the mirror, piling another coat of concealer over THE BAGS OVER YOUR EYES. You didn't get much sleep the other night, between reading your latest novel- and worrying about your ROMANTIC VENTURES and THE WELLBEING OF YOUR FRIENDS.

==> APPLY EVEN MORE CONCEALER?


No can do, friend. You've used up the last bit. Maybe it would be better to stop worrying about all those pesky friends of your's and be concerned for yourself. in order to get more sleep... but that's okay. You do just fine with your romance novels and makeup instead of sleep! Who would be around for them if you didn't stay up late?

However you make a note to order more concealer. Can't forget to do that, seeing as that dreadful game is about to start up. It'll probably consume even more of your time... Can't really say no though.

With a sigh, you shakily stand up and collapse in your ersatz fort (constructed with used up makeup palettes and romance novels) to make your latest vlog.

==> Stop scrubbing the walls, you twit.

"who, etrizu?" you ask, setting down the clump of steel wool on a side table. "all things considered, she probably won't last very lo... long."

"Yep," You answer, with a curt nod. Your friend's words make your lips curl, in spite of yourself. "That's a rather grim thing to say. But between you and me, let's hope that you're correct."

"her skills aren't ver... very fine-tuned," you say, putting it as gently as possible. "that's all i'm thinking of."

===> Turn back to the husktop and fire up the damn game, already!

"All that she knows how to do is slather makeup on her face-I mean, I know it's her choice, but..." You grit your teeth. Time to organize the teams, and you turn back to face your chum.

"If anything goes wrong, you take over for me." you command, in the most leader-y fashion possible. You tilt your chin up for extra effect.

"don't be so dramatic abou..." You hop off the edge of your recup and watch the screen from over Zanra's shoulder. "it's only a ga..."

Suddenly, an interruption over the game's loading screen.

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auralAcharuli [AA] began trolling judicatureEristic [JE].

AA: (((ground control to major zonn)))
AA: (((ground control to major zonn)))
AA: (((check your brainskag pills and put cher knickers on)))[/color]

You roll your eyes. "I know that Kur, geez. But a good leader always has a good backup. I mean, what if I have to go out and get us food or something-oh, hello."

You hoped it would be someone important. This wasn't the case. No matter,

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JE: Hello, Melane! I haven't heard from you for a while!

A smile crosses your face. You've always had a mischievous streak. You glance at Kuriel, and then back at the husktop's screen with a snicker.

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JE:Have you had any prior experience in leadership positions before?

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AA: (((the fukk kind of questions that spose to be)))
AA: (((ur dam right ive got experience)))
AA: (((zonny pls u and i ken each other for sweeps now)))

"red?" You wonder out loud. You don't know anyone that low on the tier. "who's tha...?"

You glance back at your chum. Someone as high on the hemeospectrum as him would not encounter Burgandies often. He still managed to meet you, however.

"She's my friend, Melane. She's funny, and I think she would make a good leader for the opposing team!"

You snicker once more as you begin to type away.

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JE:Haha, I forgot about those times! Silly me! (:
JE: Anyway, do you know Kuriel? We're going to play this game called Sgrub and it's requiring two teams for one session.
JE: I'm the leader for one, of course. And I was wondering if you wanted to be the leader of the other side!

She knows everyone, doesn't she? You stand up straighter to watch (perhaps now you only look mildly scoliosed), cramming your hands in your pockets. "weird quirk..."

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AA: (((!!!your in on it to!!!)))
AA: ((( . . . . . . eyy)))
AA: (((likesay))
AA: (((how did you get your ruby mitts on it ehh i been havin a barry time tryna snag myself a legal copy)))

You bob your shoulders up and down with a light movement. "I'd rather deal with that than leet speak. Wait, wha?-" You glower down at the screen.

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JE: Melane, how did you know about my blood color. It's supposed to be a secret. A very secret secret.
JE: So you know, I won't find myself being culled.
JE: And I got my copy by ordering it through GameGrub, just so you know.

Name: Olee Moritz
Age: 18
Sex: F
Blood: Human
Chumhandle: carriousChurchyard
God Tier: Prince of Rage
Typing Quirk: it me
Dreamer: Derse
Symbol: syringe
Colour: #336633




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Name: Amanda
Age: 15
Sex: F
Blood: Human
Chumhandle: imbecilicIcon
God Tier: Thief of Light
Typing Quirk: do i have a quirk or
Dreamer: Prospit
Symbol: Cat
Colour: #CC66CC

Name: Liza
Age: 16
Sex: F
Blood: Human
Chumhandle: neuroGraphite
God Tier: Page of Breath
Typing Quirk: irregular idk yall know me
Dreamer: Derse
Symbol: Plumbbob
Color: #FF7F00



((actual one coming later))

reposting for cuties