Wang
One Thousand Club
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Ashaficent
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It was your idea, right? You do it!!!
Wang
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I don't think anyone would join if it was me
Ashaficent
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Heh? Why?
Wang
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Because
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
Because...?
Wang
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Okay, I'll do it.
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
Uh... Okay. Can I be Co-GM? O.o
Wang
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You can be the GM, I'll be the Co-GM
Ashaficent
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But aren't u the one who's creating the thread?
Wang
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Okay, I'll be GM then
Ashaficent
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Okeytai
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Mikki-chan
How about a school where everyone has powers?
How about a school where everyone has powers?
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Ashaficent
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OMG I can't believe u remember that xD
Yesh, that's better than a normal high school
Yesh, that's better than a normal high school
Wang
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It's hard to forget a kawaii name like that
And it's inspired by an anime
Or maybe not, I'll make my own idea
And it's inspired by an anime
Or maybe not, I'll make my own idea
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Ashaficent
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Kawaii? *jumps off a cliff* NUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Okay then. *stares intently at you* Got any ideas yet?
Okay then. *stares intently at you* Got any ideas yet?
Wang
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I already have an idea from the supernatural school life light novel I was writing
Ashaficent
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You were writing a novel? Really? Tell me about it
Wang
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No, it's horrible. I cannot.
Anyways, I made the thread, editing in the info now
Anyways, I made the thread, editing in the info now
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
But- But- YOU HAVE TO!
Okay, good. Post the link here once you're done
Okay, good. Post the link here once you're done
Wang
One Thousand Club
Well, I can post the first paragraph so that you can cry after reading it and regret how you've wasted your life doing so.
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
Ah... Umm... Do it anyway. I'm already wasting my life reading Sasuke fanfiction on Quotev, so I'm pretty sure this won't be that bad.
Wang
One Thousand Club
Oh, if it has super powers, then the RP should be posted in the Fantasy section I guess
Ashaficent
BTS Trash
Yup, that's right.
Wang
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Bags could be seen under his eyes as the person whose name was known as Shiro jump awoke, leaving his wonderful dreams behind. The alarm clock that was ringing loudly and wildly beside him was too much of an annoyance for him to stay asleep, but that was the purpose of it, after all. A yawn escaped his mouth, followed by him stretching his arms outward and removing the blanket that he hid under away from his body. He hopped off of his bed and made his way to the closet, picking out a shirt and pants that he liked, and changed into them from his pajamas. He proceeded to the dining room, where a tasty and nutritious breakfast awaited him on the table.
“Tamagoyaki!” He yelled out excitedly like a little child. A smile formed on his face as he sat down on a chair and picked up a fork and knife. His smile widened as he heard the birds chirping and the rustle of the leaves as the wind zoomed past them. Indeed, it was quite a refreshing autumn morning. There was a special feeling he felt at that moment, one that he experienced everyday before noon, one which was inexplicable.
“I made that lunch especially because you’re starting your first day of school day,” His mother explained the reason she prepared food, making the young man drop his cutlery out of pure shock.
“Eh?” He was in a state of disbelief. “EHH?!?”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“I forgot there was school!” He quickly held the kitchen utensils and began stuffing the food into his mouth.
“Take your time, or you won’t be able to swallow it properly!” She advised her son, but he responded by mumbling incoherent words. All of a sudden, he began frantically waving his hands. His mom handed a glass of water to her with a worried face, “You shouldn’t speak with food in your mouth either!”
He swallowed the grilled egg completely, wiping his face afterwards and rushing out the door. “What’s he in such a hurry for?”
The young student’s opinions about school were mixed. He viewed it as both pointless and fun. It had no point in it because, for him at least, it was impossible to keep all the information contained in his head. He could remember every lesson they repeatedly taught him, but the others got lost in his brain. Sometimes, he would completely forget them, and at some moments, recollect every single detail when it didn’t have any use. It was entertaining because he had met a lot of great people in there, ones that would always look out for him, ones that would tease him in a way that meant no harm, ones that would stay with him no matter what. His friends were the best individuals he had ever met, barring his family of course.
Sadly, this was the day he had to transfer to a new school. His father had to travel back to Japan for his job, and he had to go with him, as his dad was someone who wouldn’t listen no matter how much he complained. He sighed, wondering what his new friends would be like. It was good to be back in his home country, but he did like it in England as well. ‘I guess I shouldn’t be worrying this much. I still have a lot of ways to get in contact with my old friends, and I need to be in a better mood to enjoy the new school. I won’t make any new friends by acting all depressed.’
“Tamagoyaki!” He yelled out excitedly like a little child. A smile formed on his face as he sat down on a chair and picked up a fork and knife. His smile widened as he heard the birds chirping and the rustle of the leaves as the wind zoomed past them. Indeed, it was quite a refreshing autumn morning. There was a special feeling he felt at that moment, one that he experienced everyday before noon, one which was inexplicable.
“I made that lunch especially because you’re starting your first day of school day,” His mother explained the reason she prepared food, making the young man drop his cutlery out of pure shock.
“Eh?” He was in a state of disbelief. “EHH?!?”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“I forgot there was school!” He quickly held the kitchen utensils and began stuffing the food into his mouth.
“Take your time, or you won’t be able to swallow it properly!” She advised her son, but he responded by mumbling incoherent words. All of a sudden, he began frantically waving his hands. His mom handed a glass of water to her with a worried face, “You shouldn’t speak with food in your mouth either!”
He swallowed the grilled egg completely, wiping his face afterwards and rushing out the door. “What’s he in such a hurry for?”
The young student’s opinions about school were mixed. He viewed it as both pointless and fun. It had no point in it because, for him at least, it was impossible to keep all the information contained in his head. He could remember every lesson they repeatedly taught him, but the others got lost in his brain. Sometimes, he would completely forget them, and at some moments, recollect every single detail when it didn’t have any use. It was entertaining because he had met a lot of great people in there, ones that would always look out for him, ones that would tease him in a way that meant no harm, ones that would stay with him no matter what. His friends were the best individuals he had ever met, barring his family of course.
Sadly, this was the day he had to transfer to a new school. His father had to travel back to Japan for his job, and he had to go with him, as his dad was someone who wouldn’t listen no matter how much he complained. He sighed, wondering what his new friends would be like. It was good to be back in his home country, but he did like it in England as well. ‘I guess I shouldn’t be worrying this much. I still have a lot of ways to get in contact with my old friends, and I need to be in a better mood to enjoy the new school. I won’t make any new friends by acting all depressed.’
