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You bet I am! We'll have to discuss plot ideas sometime and have writing warm ups. It's my first year as well, I found out about it just recently.

Ryan placed his hands to his sides and examined the worry in Liz's features. She was right in a way, but she was also a worry-wart - he knew this. The snow outside wasn't going to stop anytime soon but at least they were indoors where it was warm. "Why wouldn't we be?" he let out a laugh and...

(Holy bologna I missed some *comes to save the day*) Ryan held his hands behind his head and watched quite a few people come up to Liz. She appeared to be the center of attention and he couldn't help but chuckle at how she reacted to it. He knew how she was, especially after role playing with...

Ryan yawned, trudging through the snow that just so happened to come down in the most unlikely state ever. Today was the RPNation convention, and Ryan was one of the many who had been invited to participate in the lovely convention. Sure he didn't have many friends, but he seen some people he...

I'll join in! Just wanted to post here before so I didn't look like a weirdo.

I'm interested! I'm also into the post apocalyptic plot, so each character can reveal their back story when they want.

Before they reached Hithegrove, Orydd had gone on ahead to the house of their burglar, the Hobbit. Teddy Mumford, as they had said was his name. Dain had his suspicions. Though he had never met such a creature, and theirs was certainly a rare name among any but their own kind, Dain was aware of...

Thanks! I'm super excited.

Name: Daintheren Ironhammer Nickname: Dain Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Height / Weight: 5'2 / 150lbs Occupation: King Under The Mountain Personality: Dain has the demeanor likened to that of the rocks and metals of the Mountain he once hailed from. He is a Dwarf whose temper...

Ah, you have such lovely writing, I'm so glad to see a LOTR / Hobbit based role play that has freedom and isn't like the original! I'm gonna reserve this spot until furthermore, I can't wait. :)

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Virus owner: nebula co-owner: liztopher ENTRY#1052 Dear Diary.. ____Something really strange is going on. My father says we need to be ready. He works too much, always slaving away at the labs, saying he's about to make a breakthrough, but that it's too top secret to tell us...

"Yes, go on," Atticus cheered, clapping his large hands together and bouncing slightly on his heels. For once, a smile appeared on his rugged lips as he followed after the large group of sailors, carrying his partner to the bar for "one drink". "Just one gentlemen, I assure you. We will be more...

ASHES, ASHES.. - A war ravaged, broken and mostly dead country exists in what use to be the United States. Through a long, and deadly nuclear war involving most of the large countries in the year 2052, the United States have been reduced to a few small patches of safe houses, with no more...

Atticus turned and flashed his map to the rookie with an eyebrow raised. "Come fourth," he ordered, waving a hand. "We are nearly there to the lands and here you are, moping in your cabin!" he snickered, pointing a finger to their current position on the neat, freshly done paper. "Here, is where...

On the deck of the ship sat Atticus, lounging on a lone chair with a table in front of him scattered with wrinkled and worn maps. His frames rested smoothly on his rugged face, sitting in front of his two brown irises that darted back and fourth from line to line on the paper under his working...