FIRST BLADE

She’s bored to say the least. A few bodies at her feet, a little blood on her hands. Nothing new. Until she felt it… him. It was only a matter of time before he found her, and so she waited, standing in the dark streets, hands in her pockets. She cocks her head when he speaks, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Took you long enough.” She practically purrs, looking up at him. “I have alot of names.”

        This feeling was one he couldn’t explain. It’d been a while since he’d          felt any emotion or connection as strong as this which made him          wonder, what was he so attached to in his previous life that could           have followed through to this one.

                                     ❝You have it don’t you?❞

If you do not care what gender your roleplay partner identify themselves as.

Be they male, female, trans, or whatever else is out there.

If you are a friend, you are a friend. If we ship our muses together, we ship the heck out of our muses. I don’t care if you are a female playing male, a male playing female or whatever is inbetween.

Everything had been as good as it could get. No brother. No remorse. No guilt. N O T H I N G. Much more fun then his previous, living, human life. But now there was something different.

        Dean had been sat in a bar when he felt it. Something was different.          Almost like something from his past was calling out to him. Out of          curiosity, the demon followed this feeling until he stood face-to-face         with a woman. Rather confusing to say the least.

                                      ❝Who the hell are you?❞

“How do I get this off me quickly without betraying my cool exterior?”

“No one would kill you. You’re just a little puppy dog.”

“Well, hey, I didn’t spend all those years playing Dungeons and Dragons and not learn a little something about courage.”

“There are hits and there are misses… and then there are misses.”

“I’m warning you. If this is monkey pee, you’re on your own.”

“I would never lie; I willfully participated in a campaign of misinformation.”

“I have to admit, that fulfilled one of my boyhood fantasies.”

“That’s why I like you. Your ideas are even weirder than mine.”

“No, wait. This is the part where they bring out Elvis.”

“I could smell you a mile away.“

“Well, they told me that even though my deodorant is made for a woman, it’s strong enough for a man.”

“You think they would have taken me more seriously if I wore the grey suit?”

“If there’s an ice tea in that bag, could be love.”

“Does this pitch somehow end with a way for me to lower my long distance charges?”

“Did you really think you could call up the devil and ask him to behave?”

“Maybe it was another bald-headed, jigsaw-puzzle-tattooed, naked guy I saw.”

“It’s not a funhouse, it’s a tabernacle of terror.”

“I’m exhuming… your potato.”

“Exactly how does one become a professional blockhead?”

“Life… is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for.”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you by not disappointing you.”

“Please explain to me the scientific nature of the ‘whammy’.”

“If you had to do without a cell phone for two minutes, you’d lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.”

“Does your policy cover the acts of extraterrestrials?”

“Your kung-fu is the best.”

“Aluminum foil makes a lovely hat, and it blocks out the government’s mind control rays.”

“Maybe it’ll start raining weenies and marshmallows.”

“Maybe if it rained sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Not everybody’s dream is to get on Jerry Springer.”

“Do you have an old cemetery in town, off the beaten path, the creepier the better?”

“…and then he sort of flew at me like a flying squirrel.”

“One more anal-probing gyro-pyro levitating ecoplasm alien anti-matter story and I’m going to take out my gun and shoot somebody.”

“It’s not ice cream. It’s a nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicle.”

“I scream, you scream, we all scream for nonfat tofutti rice dreamsicles!”

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