TimeSplitter
Speaker for the Voices
TimeSplitter submitted a new role play:
Masquerade - I hope your costume is comfortable, its going to be a very long party.
Noah was coming back from his job down at Lightveil's fishery, like he did most days, it was good money for him, though he always came back stinking of fish and the sea, and it was always a trek to ride his bike back to Lightveil's main square where he lived. He usually got a few disgusting looks whenever anyone got a whiff of him, but he was used to it by now. As he walks into his town-house, he barely notices the gleam of the golden letter hidden between junk mail and bills as he clears out his mailbox. Opening the door and throwing the mail onto the kitchen counter, the golden letter was easily noticeable now, but Noah remains ignorant as he rushes around the house and calls out to see if anyone else is home. "Helloooo? Anyone here? Gonna go have a shoooowwwweeerrrr" he yells as he heads towards the bathroom.
Masquerade - I hope your costume is comfortable, its going to be a very long party.
Read more about this role play...The Masquerade is a fairly well-known event hosted by an illusive figure known simply as 'The Baron' at his large estate on the countryside. It occurs every few years and usually counts the rich and famous among its attendees. The Masquerade is a party of excess, every time it is held, seemingly at random points every few years, no expense it spared to ensure that its guests have the time of their lives. Almost everybody who knows about it wishes that they could attend,...
Noah was coming back from his job down at Lightveil's fishery, like he did most days, it was good money for him, though he always came back stinking of fish and the sea, and it was always a trek to ride his bike back to Lightveil's main square where he lived. He usually got a few disgusting looks whenever anyone got a whiff of him, but he was used to it by now. As he walks into his town-house, he barely notices the gleam of the golden letter hidden between junk mail and bills as he clears out his mailbox. Opening the door and throwing the mail onto the kitchen counter, the golden letter was easily noticeable now, but Noah remains ignorant as he rushes around the house and calls out to see if anyone else is home. "Helloooo? Anyone here? Gonna go have a shoooowwwweeerrrr" he yells as he heads towards the bathroom.