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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 5, 2023 23:41:33 GMT
He heard the girl calling after him to stop, but Sleep couldn't bring himself to do it. His heart was pounding in his chest and he could literally feel how out of shape he was. All that smoking was gunna' do him in, surely. But not now, not yet! He had just snatched this...
He shot a glance downward to take a look at what the hell he had just snatched from that girl, only to discover the golden, sparkling, super expensive item he thought he had swiped, was nothing more than a keychain of the Eiffel Tower. As he was already mentally preparing to slow down, stop, turn around and give the poor girl back her lanyard, he looked up instead to see a street lamp pole dead ahead, and ran smack dab into it.
DONG!!!
The sound echoed out and Sleep's teeth chattered, before he fell straight back onto his ass and then lay sprawled out on the sidewalk, staring up at the stars... and boy were there a lot of them... both in the night sky above and dancing around his head.
"Ugghhh..." he groaned, dazed and motionless.
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 5, 2023 23:30:02 GMT
Sleep could hardly contain his laughter. No, actually, he couldn't contain it at all. He wasn't one to laugh much, ever, but the sight of Bruce's powers to rapidly grow out his body hair until he was one giant walking furball was more than the skater could take. It hurt his abs and his ribs, to laugh like this. He couldn't even remember the last time he had found anything funny, let alone laughed. Such was the life of a drug addict...
The only thing that snapped the painter outta' his laughing fit, was the voice of Andy suddenly coming from somewhere nearby. Sleep's eyes shot open in surprise and darted around as he suddenly spotted the figure up above on one of the protruding pillars of rock. Andy sure seemed to be taking this little death game seriously and Sleep suddenly realized he needed to be taking it seriously as well. He could see no signs of Atlas and wondered if his soldier teammate had already been killed?
Just when it was all seeming hopeless, Sleep spoke up.
"You're right, you've got us beat... Just hang tight one sec, while I grab the flag for ya..." Sleep said, casually getting up and making his way toward his own team's flag. He reached the pole and pulled it free of its resting place, the red banner waving above. He looked it over for a moment, before turning back to face Bruce and Andy with the flag in his grasp.
As he slowly walked toward them, he could see Andy's maniacal expression growing even bigger, as he grinned, watching Sleep closely.
"That's right, hand it over! Good job! Unfortunately your teammate didn't follow orders and now he's swimmin' with the fishes!"
When Sleep heard this, he suddenly grit his teeth and spun on his heels, using the flag like a bo staff and cracking Bruce right across the face with it. He hit him with such force, Bruce went spiraling straight over the edge and into the water with a splash! Surely the hair-tangled mess of a man would drown within seconds, unable to swim with all that hair.
Sleep then shot a wicked glance toward Andy, just in time to see the boy unleash the blue sphere of energy that came rocketing right toward him. The skater dove out of the way just in time as the ball hit the ground behind him and exploded in another rush of water and energy, flooding the map even more! Things weren't looking good...
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 5, 2023 3:27:19 GMT
Sleep could only watch in disbelief and awe, as his teammate, who's name he still didn't know, suddenly rushed forth into action, jumping straight off what looked like a huge cliff to Sleep. The skater was half-tempted to get up and go peer over the edge to see the soldier guy splatted on the ground far below, but as he was considering it, he saw the man emerge far below on the playing field, now swiftly sprinting forth and zig zagging between rocks and other natural terrain.
"Wow... he's good," Sleep nodded, pursing his lips in thought, before turning his attention back toward his rattle cans.
From what it looked like, he was right to have confidence in his teammate and was sure Atlas could handle himself out there. Meanwhile, Sleep needed to figure out some way to be of use himself. While he could stick around their homebase and play defense like Atlas had suggested, Sleep was trying to do one better and figure out what the hell his newly acquired power was?
The system had said they were all granted new powers, or that they had been unlocked, but Sleep's HUD didn't seem to be working properly or something. He had gotten a glimpse of the words Nightmare Tamer, but had no idea what that really meant. It was almost as if his game had glitched out or lagged or something while it was finishing processing his information. Sleep knew he couldn't afford to just stand around and wait to see if the system rebooted or finished processing. No, he needed to help his teammate and do something... anything.
So, he got to work with his rattle cans, tagging a mural on the rockface he had positioned himself in front of. Sleep had done this time and time again over the years, on buildings, tunnels, train cars, you name it. If there was an exterior or surface he could tag, he would. If he could find a way to reach it, he'd paint it. Usually it was the thrill of trying to reach a harder spot that excited him and made him want to tag it in the first place. Some high up little nook that people would pass by all day long and peek up at occasionally, but would never dream of climbing up to; that was the spot Sleep liked. Next time they looked up, they would see his sick tag staring back at them and they would always know it was right there, from then on out, a little hidden treat.
Sneaky, out of the way places aside, this time Sleep just had to work with the surface he was given, right here on this rock. The movements of his hands, arms, body, and legs all seemed to flow as though he was doing some sorta' martial arts, he swayed gently to the left and to the right, rising up onto his tip toes and then rocking back onto his heels. It looked like some sort of skater-bum's rendition of tai chi or something...
The result, was beginning to come to fruition on the rock's surface, as Sleep painted something he saw frequently in his nightmares. It was a brutish looking demon, hulking in size and sinister in design. Sharp edges, bold outlines and red eyes that seemed to come to life as they looked out from their home within the rock. As he was finishing, it was as though the painting of this strange monster like creature was already starting to move... to try and come to life, to break out of the rock and enter the world...
Sleep however, wasn't aware of this, as he suddenly heard a noise come from behind him and peeked back to see none other than one of the boys from earlier standing there, staring at him with a strange, twisted expression on his face. It was none other than Bruce and from the looks of him, Sleep knew he was up to no good. From their positioning, Bruce was close to their flag and might have been planning to just snatch it and take off running. If he did that, Sleep doubted he would be able to catch him. Fortunately for the smoker, it looked like Bruce had, other plans however...
With the weird expression on his face, Bruce began to laugh under his breath and slowly started to change...
"So... you want to see MY POWER?! HEH HEH HEH!!!"
With these words, the hair on Bruce's head began to grow. He extended his hands forth and held his fingers in some weird grotesque position, leading Sleep to believe he was going to grow long claws and transform into a fuckin' Werewolf or something crazy like that. Instead, Sleep could only watch in amusement, as no claws formed, but the hair on Bruce's body just continued to grow. Not only from his head, but from his armpits, his asscrack and anywhere else he had hair. In no time at all, Bruce looked like that fucking character from Addams Family that was just one big mass of hair, reaching all the way down to the ground.
"Fuck... what was his name... Cousin It or somethin'?" Sleep laughed aloud, looking at Bruce's true form revealed.
"Shit man, pretty awesome power ya' got there..."
As Sleep continued to chuckle over Bruce's stupid ass power, he suddenly heard a loud boom echo out from the battlefield in the direction Atlas had gone and suddenly saw the aftermath as the entire playfield below had been flooded with water and now the jutting rocks and other natural objects looked like little floating islands out in the ocean.
Sleep marveled over the awesomeness of the scene for a moment, wondering if Atlas had done that with his power? But, he didn't get to look for long, as suddenly he heard footsteps running toward him and looked back in horror to see the giant hairy Bruce charging straight toward him!
"You fool, I will teach you to laugh at my power!!!" Bruce screamed like a crazy person from somewhere inside the hair.
Sleep's eyes grew wide, wondering if this was the moment he would meet his end...
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 5, 2023 1:22:08 GMT
As they were face to face with the two strangers, Sleep couldn't help but thinking they looked like two total tools. Not that Sleep or Atlas looked any better... or maybe they did? He didn't know, and who was he to judge anyway? It was unfortunate that Sleep had never caught the name of the soldier-lookin' dude he had been offering a cigarette to, but he figured if they survived this little capture the flag death game, maybe he would get another chance to meet him properly. As he was teleported to the starting location beneath the red flag, Sleep tucked his pack of smokes back into his pocket and soon found himself standing beside Atlas, ready for this apparent death game to begin.
He pulled another long drag at his smoke as he saw Atlas trying to say something, but as the buzzer drowned out his voice, Sleep turned his attention back toward the apparent battlefield ahead. From what he could gather, it was probably something of a mirrored map or playing field, with their flag on this side and the other two's flag sitting on the far other side of the map. Sleep wasn't in the best of shape since he was always huffing down tobacco smoke, but from the looks of Atlas, he could probably run flat out for twenty minutes straight before his hands started shaking.
The skater decided he would do what he did best, and he pulled his backpack off his shoulders, set it on the ground and unzipped the main compartment to grab his spraypaint cans. Reaching inside, he decided on the colors orange and purple and spotted a large rock jutting out of the ground nearby where he would begin his latest graffiti tag.
"Not entirely sure what we're doing here, but I'm gunna' give this a shot... you do you... let's try and snag that flag and get back here to homebase before they do, sounds like if we lose, we're dead meat."
Sleep felt confident in his new ally, even though he didn't know him truly, and he left him to his own devices as he headed for the large rock to begin painting his mural. With all the fucked up shit swimming through Sleep's head all hours of the day and all the depressing nightmares that flooded his consciousness, he knew he could conjure up something to help them through this little death game...
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 4, 2023 22:34:20 GMT
He had never been to Paris. He was far too poor to ever have even considered it. His dead girlfriend has mentioned it once, when they were snuggled up in bed one night flipping through channels. Maybe it had been a soap opera or maybe just a commercial about some overpriced, scented toilet water; Sleep couldn't remember. What he did remember, was his girlfriend's expression and the light in her eyes when a warmth suddenly cascaded over her and she sat up, pulling away from his embrace.
She remained seated in the bed, but twisted her torso and suddenly struck a powerful pose as though she had just been possessed by some ancient demon. Sleep, high as a kite at the time, lay there casually, smoking on his cigarette, enjoying the show. His eyes traced over her figure and found her face and wonderous expression as her hands cradled empty air like something out of a Shakespearean play and she exclaimed with all the truth in the universe...
"Oh, how I would just LOVE, to go to Parris... Parrieee, Monswaaaa... Moddameeee..."
As she said these last few words, shimming her shoulders and winking at him for emphasis of each word, it reminded him of something he had heard Gomez and Morticia Addams saying and Sleep couldn't contain his laughter as the commercial on tv ended and sure enough, Addams Family Values was what they had been watching all along.
That night ended in a smokey, drug-laced trance and the true details were all but lost in the abyss of his memories now. The one thing he did remember though, and worked hard to try and never forget, was her expression... and how her greenish brown eyes had lit up at the thought of one day venturing to Paris.
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These memories tormented Sleep now, all these years later, as he now found himself in the very place she had wanted to go, alone...
He pulled another drag at the cigarette between his lips, his eyes narrowed, watching the girl closely. He had been for some time now, stalking her, watching her every move. In a way, she reminded him of his long dead girlfriend and Sleep wondered, studying this stranger's face, if this is what his girlfriend might've looked like, had she made it this far... had she lived to be here? He couldn't know and just the thought of it only fueled his undying depression. He refocused his mind on the girl.
It wasn't that he was a creeper, no. He could care little about her, in all honesty. He had simply caught a glimpse of the little keychain she was carrying, the one with gold glitter in it. The way the lights seemed to dance upon its surface and make it shimmer and shine; Sleep could hardly contain himself. But, he did, knowing he needed to wait for the right moment to move in and try to steal it.
He had lost contact, at least momentarily, with his soldier friend named Atlas, whom he had met during the tutorial. Now he found himself here in Parris of all places, preparing to rob some poor girl next to this big, beautiful river. As he once again got lost in his own thoughts, Sleep suddenly snapped out of it as he noticed the girl looked like she was preparing to get up and leave, as though she had grown bored of the evening's affairs.
"Shit..." Sleep thought, biting at his lip as he mumbled the word audibly under his breath.
Then, a stroke of luck, as some sort of street hustler suddenly wandered up and offered to paint her. Sleep rolled his eyes, the tip of his right index finger twitching instinctively as thought about pressing down on the nozzle of one of his spray paint cans. He was a true artist... this guy, was just trying to take advantage of this sweet girl and would probably paint up some shoddy caricature of her in five minutes and then try and charge her an arm and a leg for it.
"Bleh... whatever," Sleep chewed at his lip again.
He didn't care, did he? No, he was just going to rush in and snatch that damn keychain and never look back. Hell, he should be thanking this street artist, for providing this perfect moment of distraction! Yeah, that was it... be thankful, be grateful, this is an opportunity... or so the suicide therapists always used to tell him. One more drag, one more moment of watching to make sure, and then he made his move.
Sleep got up from the bench he had been seated on, flicked his cigarette into the river, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his ripped black jeans, and began strolling toward the girl and her newly found painter friend. He cast his gaze toward the river, as not to arouse suspicion as he approached them. Once he was within about five feet, he pulled his BIC lighter from his pocket, allowing it to slip from his grasp and fumble onto the ground nearby the girl.
Doing his best acting job, he tried to paint a surprised, dumbfounded look on his own face, as if to say "Oh how clumsy of me!" without words. He then moved in casually to retrieve his fallen lighter, knelt down to one knee right near the girl to reach and grab it and as he got hold of it and began to stand, his eyes ascended and looked into hers for but a brief moment, noting their beautiful bluish green, before his focus turned back to the keychain and he reached out quickly, snatching at it and then bolting off down the sidewalk!
He had no idea what his next move was, or where he was running to, but damn was he running!
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 4, 2023 20:57:20 GMT
"Shit man, good question," Sleep replied, looking the man over as he approached Sleep but kept his distance.
"...Wish I knew..."
The graffiti artist lifted a palm to his face and rubbed at his forehead, before sliding his fingers around to the back of his head and adjusting his beanie a little, before his hand traced down to the back of his own neck and rested there. While his left hand went on this adventure, his right hand began working its way into his pants' pocket to retrieve his pack of smokes. He cracked the lid, shuffled the remnants and eventually fished one out with his lips. It was something the skater had done a thousand times, probably more, and to an observer, probably looked like a well trained dance or routine of some sort that Sleep had mastered over his years of being a smoker.
As he lit the cigarette with a flick of his lighter, he stuffed the Bic lighter back into his pocket and pulled in a long, much-needed drag as he eyeballed the stranger standing before him. The man seemed to be some sort of soldier, or something, judging by the way he was dressed. Sleep himself wasn't one to judge though, just wearing a ratty old t-shirt and bear of black jeans with tons of holes in them. He probably looked like rif raf, or some kinda' homeless bum with a backpack.
As he pulled another drag of his smoke, he noticed the stranger constantly scanning the area, looking around, checking his surroundings. That reminded Sleep he should probably do the same if he wanted to be able to answer the question this guy had asked. Where the hell were they indeed? From a quick glance, it looked like they were in some sort of mountainous region, but Sleep wasn't any sort of geography teacher and had no clue where they might be.
All he knew, is that he was glad he wasn't alone. It was then he realized he hadn't officially introduced himself yet. Fishing his pack of smokes back out of his pocket, he cracked the lid once more and then extended his hand slightly in the direction of the stranger, as if offering him the chance to take one of the smokes if he so desired.
"Name's Sleep... what's yours?"
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 4, 2023 17:02:33 GMT
The last thing he could remember, he was washing dishes at the little dive restaurant he worked at, a lit cigarette resting between his lips as he day dreamed about anything else but what he was doing. Perhaps it was the latest graffiti piece he had been working on, perhaps the latest poem he was in the process of writing, perhaps it was nothing at all. Perhaps, it was just that sight of his girlfriend's face, that morning when he woke up and found her dead in her apartment from a drug overdose. Perhaps all of the trauma he had experienced wouldn't allow his mind to focus on just one, normal thing. Perhaps he was just going fucking crazy.
The next thing he knew, it seemed the world was ending and all hell was breaking loose. He realized he had been sucked into some sort of game, with message prompts popping up right before his eyes, like it was some kinda' screen or HUD and he was playing some kinda' real world video game. It was all very strange, but due to his long history of drug abuse, not entirely out of the norm for shit he had seen in his days. Still, it was unsettling and he wasn't sure how to proceed, until he caught sight of another figure nearby and decided to call out to them. Maybe if he banded together with someone else, he'd have a better understanding of what the hell was going on and if this truly was a game of survival, maybe a better chance of making it out alive...
"Hey, over here!" Sleep called out, waving a hand to try and get the stranger's attention.
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 3, 2023 1:03:28 GMT
Mission Name: Lost Cat[break]
Repeatable? N [break]
Mission Rank: F [break]
Mission Location: Anywhere [break]
Description: You spot a flyer for a lost pussy cat. They're even offering a reward of 10 points to whomever brings it home safe! Better find that kitty quick! Oh, and the cat's only got three legs... Make sure you bring back the right one, will ya?[break]
Death Enabled? N[break]
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 22:48:39 GMT
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when all the worst we fear lets fall its weight. when the gyre widens on and when the wave breaks. when the dream gives way to the nightmare, again. when atlas acts the maggot, makes his arms shake. when the birds are heard again in their singing. once atrocity is hoarse from voicing shame. when the earth is trembling on some new beginning, with the same sweet shock of when adam first came. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been! be as you've always been. be like the love that discovered sin, that freed the first man and will do so again. and lover, be good to me. [break][break]
be the hopeful feeling when eden was lost, that's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed. which side of the wall really suffers that cost. oh lover, be good to me. when the man who gives the order, is born next time around on the boat sent back. when the bodies starving at the border, are on tv giving people the sack. oh, when the sea rises to meet us, oh when there's nothing left for you and i to do. oh when there's nobody upstairs to receive us, when i have no kind words left, love, for you. be, be, be, be, be, be as you've always been. be, be, be, be, be be as you've always been! be love in its disrepute, that scorches the hillside and salts every root. and watches the slowing and starving of troops. be there and just as you stand, or be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land. and lover, be good to me.
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 22:38:40 GMT
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There wasn't much to my childhood, but nonetheless, it was my story. One out of a set of twins, I was born into a stereotypical family. My mother and father both worked and provided for the family, supporting each other whenever they needed --Honestly, they were one of the happiest couples I had ever seen. So, it wasn't long before additional members of my family were added, a new baby brother and then eventually a family pet.[break][break]
See, Dad was actually a police officer growing up and while he was on the force one of their police dogs was getting ready for retirement so he offered to take him in. Bison, one of the most radicicolous names for a dog, was always present in my childhood. A kind and protective guardian who was by far the goodest of boys, I can still vividly remember the day when my baby sister was born he would valiantly lay by her crib to make sure no evil would ever approach. I was thankful he managed to stay around into his old years when the youngest of our family was born, and then eventually passed without a single regret that all his little humans grew up safely.[break][break]
In six short years of being with us, he had made the biggest impact anyone could have expected. It was especially so for my dad who refused to get another dog for years afterward. In fact, it nearly took him an entire decade before he got another, but that's another story entirely. By the time Bison left us, I was just about to entire into middle school, the school I was previously attending didn't have a middle school attached to it, so I had to transfer over to another school, and I ended up losing a lot of friends in the process however with my brother with me the transition wasn't as hard as it could be.[break][break]
Eventually, I got back on my feet, and made new lasting friendships that would carry over into my high school years, I participated in many after-school activities, and field trips to different cities, and despite my parents' best efforts, partied with the cooler kids. My life was pretty average, by the time I was finishing up my last years my little siblings were already having their own graduation ceremonies and earnestly catching up, even one of them ended up skipping a grade! I couldn't have been prouder, but honestly, if he was that smart maybe he shouldn't have been such a little shit.[break][break]
I've always wanted to travel the big world, and I still can remember the mixed look of sadness and pride on my parents' faces when I brought to them my acceptance letter to be a foreign exchange student in England. I did my very best to keep it a secret from everyone, even my twin brother because I wanted to surprise them, but that look honestly made me feel a little bit guilty. If I knew what the future was going to be like, I probably would have stayed.[break][break]
The rest most people know of, I did my best in classes, I partied, I gave my family phone calls, or even video calls when I wasn't hung over or caffeine-filled pulling all-nighters for tests. The last time I saw my family in person was when I flew over to experience my younger brother's high school grad... I should have held them for a bit longer, maybe told them that I loved them more. I know I can't change it now, but I wish I didn't go back. I didn't realize how much they had all changed while I was away, and it left like I was already missing so much --now it's even worse.[break][break]
I'll do my best to find them again.
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why can't we sleep forever?
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it/thing
SEXUALITY
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CLASS
pending
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 22:28:27 GMT
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why can't we sleep forever?
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27
PRONOUNS
it/thing
SEXUALITY
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CLASS
pending
UNSORTED
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 22:16:25 GMT
WANTED
1. A 'partner in crime' who wants to RP together, complete the tutorial, do missions, lvl up
2. Someone to test the battle system out and see how anchors work in combat, as well as stats and ranks
3. Someone who will be active and able to reply within 24 hours.
4. Someone awesome, who loves to RP!
5. DM me on discord or PM me here if you're interested. |
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why can't we sleep forever?
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27
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it/thing
SEXUALITY
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CLASS
pending
UNSORTED
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 17:28:49 GMT
RECENT EVENTS
In chronological order
1. Tutorial - link - coming soon
2. RP - link - coming soon
3. RP - link - coming soon |
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why can't we sleep forever?
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27
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it/thing
SEXUALITY
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CLASS
pending
UNSORTED
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 17:08:01 GMT
[break][break][break][break] [nospaces] [attr="class","waitfor"] [attr="class","waitfortop"] [attr="class","waitfortopp"] >>> sleep スリープ [attr="class","waitfortop1"] [attr="class","waitfortopleft"] [attr="class","waitforimg"] [attr="class","waitforimg1"] [attr="class","waitfortopleft1"]
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I'm a motorcycle instructor, martial artist, skydiver and I enjoy RPGs and writing.
My favorite band is Tool, my favorite author is Hunter S. Thompson.
Thanks for having me.
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WAITING FOR no one.
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why can't we sleep forever?
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27
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it/thing
SEXUALITY
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CLASS
pending
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Post by sleep スリープ on Mar 2, 2023 4:41:45 GMT
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