strike! you're out.

Hello everyone. It's been a while, hasn't it? I know it's been a long hiatus for me and it's kind of sucked. I've been trying my best to get back into the groove of rping in this fandom but it isn't quite working for me. I've sort of moved on already, found a great new fandom home, and don't really count on coming back. I already miss rping Batter but... It's for the better.

Consider this account officially closed from roleplaying.

I don't intend to come back but that could change some day. I'll be leaving this account open for the possibility of picking it up some day and also so anyone who wants to read over old logs/look at art/read my writing can still find it here. If you need to get in contact with me, you can always find me on my personal tumblr account.

It was a pleasure role-playing with all of you!

"No."

[Perfectly acceptable question! I’m not offended at all I understand that not everyone knows every kind of fetish in the universe so I don’t mind explaining.

Vore is of course a fetish, but the word itself doesn’t precisely mean cannibalism or always sexual happenings as most people to believe. There’s a lot of different types of it, but I’ll help you understand by explaining the most common two.]

Did you know...

story from your childhood?

“I don’t remember a lot of things about my youth.” The Batter paused, taking the question into consideration. “Or I just block it out so I don’t have to remember it. But there are nicer things I choose not to forget.”

“It was back in the summer I had just turned 13 and it was my last year of playing in the minor leagues. It was hot. Like summer always was. But even if it was like hell fire temperature outside, the sweat and burn while I played baseball is something I’ve always enjoyed. It made me feel alive and made playing the sport that much more fun to me.”

“I remember being particular about keeping my uniform clean for my debut… Even if my parents or anything weren’t watching. It was the last game of the season, so I wanted to leave an impression there. The next years of my life I’d be preparing for the big leagues, so I had to show my value as a player. I remember how heavy my whole body felt, pacing up to the plate. Gripping the bat so tight I could hear the strain on my gloves. And then I brought it back, and the faceless pitcher threw the ball.”

“If you haven’t played the sport, it’s an impossible feeling to describe. Moving your body with all the force you can must, arms swinging the bat and cutting through the air. And when it connects with the bat you can feel every vibration and the force of the strike. Your power in your hands as the ball is forced into the air with your own human strength. The ball flew out of sight in no time, and I ran as fast as I could. I had barely even gotten a look at it as I started to push off the earth and run the bases. Next thing I knew I was at third base, running for home. No one was stopping me. The ball was already out of the park.”

“It was the first over the fence home run I’d ever hit in my life. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Everyone in the stands was stunned to silence I guess, because no one applauded when I went across the home base. I remember looking at the crowd. Like I said, all I can remember is everyone being faceless. The only one there with a face was that kid… The kid with the red shirt. He was smiling and clapping and looked almost proud.”

The Batter paused, glancing off to the side in silence. It’s obvious by his expression he’s shuffling through his memory, shoulders shrugging slightly as he resumes speaking.

Did you know...

"Did you think because I was dead I would just go away?"

Did you know...

Laying flat on his back, the Batter's blank white eyes were staring skyward even though he couldn't see a damn thing. It was strange, to be able to lay so still on the ground and have the blackness creeping into the corners of his vision. His body had been completely wrecked and he was pretty sure he had more than one gaping hole in his body, complimenting the deep gashes in his body. For a moment he thought perhaps even his leg was missing, but it was impossible to tell at this point. The Batter had felt so much pain that he couldn't feel anything but his own thoughts at this point, and the warmth of the sun on his dying body.

Closing his eyes so he didn't have to watch his own eyesight fade to nothing, the Batter quietly collected himself to rethink the events that lead to this. His malicious effect that made him act deviously out of character had led him to getting tangled in the wrong spider's web. There were a number of people he could have toyed with just fine, but he had pushed his limits when it came to that alternate. What the Batter thought was playing around quickly came down to game of life or death. And it seemed his twin had come out the victor... While he had been purified.

But oddly for someone who had just been purified, he wasn't feeling very pure. No, he was actually just feeling pretty dead. If he hadn't had fooled around and transformed this would have never even happened; his impurity was his one advantage over the other and for some reason he couldn't bring himself to use it. Just clawed hands and sharp teeth, weaponless he let the fight happen with little resistance. Perhaps it was because he wanted death all along. Maybe what the Batter truly wanted was to see the black abyss once again.

Everything had gone black at this point. Even with his eyes open, or as open as he thought they were, he saw nothing but blackness. He could see faint traces of red now. Maybe it was his death screen, or maybe he just had blood in his eyes. Either way he just let out a soft exhale that was supposed to be a chuckle, and let himself relax. Using the last of his muscle strength, he put his lips into a smile. A genuine smile, the sort his stoic face rarely showed. This was it.

GAME IS OVER.