Your Favorite RP Quotes From Other Users

[BetaB17]

But i can't get the shaking to stop. Is this normal after being shot?

I'm pretty sure getting shot isn't normal to begin with.. but just to make sure lets ask the Freelancer who's been shot so many times he ended switching out for a new body.. as a kid..

[Musicman247]

tld's original post

Harry saw Dante and said "Someone is going to have to adopt him." ... i'm going to kill every [&@%!] demon and Daemon I see untill I am dead."

Kerr's following post in a hide tag

"Somebody needs to take care of this demon. Now to kill all demons I see."

Made me chuckle.

[Kerr]

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Here is one I quite liked in Gotham Falls:

"Well maybe I'll just kick your ass. How's that for professional?" Shadowstrike returned, no longer leaning up against the wall.

"I'd say very unprofessional, considering we're getting paid to watch this door, not beating you into a pulp," Deathblade retorted in a calm manner.

[Dragon53535]

We just finished the MBG, so i went back in and picked a line i liked.

Paras stood up in a flash of anger, "in my life I have served many gods, and I assure you that this one will not be bringing us sweet rolls of any kind." After taking a few calming breathes, he said, "the fact is that we are dealing with one of the most malicious gods of them all."

[Musicman247]

This summary made me laugh.

"You're welcome to stay the night at mine."
"I don't want to."
"No problem. You're welcome to stay the night at mine."

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Náheia looked down at her shoes and realised that she had vomited over them. "Great." She uttered in annoyance and removed the black shoes to avoid treading the contents into Corrine's car. She carefully picked up the stained shoes and carried them with her. She realised that they would not be salavagable but didn't wat to chuck them away in the street and removed the white long sleeved bloodied shirt after taking off the jacket. She wrapped the shoes in the shirt and put the damaged coat back on before getting into Corrine's car. "Thanks." She said to the woman and tried not to think about the people she had been forced to kill. "Hi." She said to Nirnuta as she put her seatbelt on and had placed the wrapped up shoes on her lap. "You're both welcome to stay at mine tonight." She informed the pair as she started to shake slightly from the shock of killing the undead as it started to ensnare her. Chuck them away when we get home. Chuck this shirt away as well.

"Hi," Ninurta responded, turning to look at Náheia "and thanks for the invite, but being at home tonight sounds better than being with a couple people I just met...no offense." She turned back around, wincing in pain, her muscles still throbbing.

"Hi." Náheia said to Nirnuta and shot her a weak smile. "Don't mention it and as i've said, you're both welcome to stay the night at mine." She said to Nirnuta.

[Alarra]

The Argonian, who the narrator once more feels the need to point out is the only existing crew-member save for the deaf captain, turned around and faced Valentia.

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Llevana noticed the absence of any crew besides the captain and one very shifty looking Argonian.

Of course the ship was still there; there was no crew, the deal was that he and the rest would take over the tasks required for the boat to travel in exchange for their passage, and since they had all been sleeping, there had been no one to take the ship out to sea.

Psyfalia slammed the door behind her and made her way towards the deck. She saw that the ship was still in Vivec's port and was annoyed. "Why are we still in this god forsaken city?" She asked the nearest crew member with anger in her tone.

The nearest crew-member, who was also the only crew-member, didn't bother turning around to reply.

"Is there something light I can do? I lift books, not ropes." Valentia muttered to the nearest crew member in a disdainful tone.

Poor Mars, nobody listening to you.

[Unionhack]

I didn't mean to. </3

[The-Shadow-One]

Even though he had suncream on, Lucius still did his best to remain in the shade where he could.
"It has not even been five minutes yet and we are already deciding to split up? Good thing we are not the cast of a horror movie."
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Michael landed on the nearest rooftop that had an access door for them to use.

That's what they think.

[MARS]

Psyfalia slammed the door behind her and made her way towards the deck. She saw that the ship was still in Vivec's port and was annoyed. "Why are we still in this god forsaken city?" She asked the nearest crew member with anger in her tone.

Only now did it dawn on me that Psyfalia is calling the literal seat of a god that's also named after said god a god-forsaken city.

[BetaB17]

Foreshadowing? Or just plain irony?

[MARS]

Irony is never plain.

[MARS]

"Over the next few days, i will start vomiting a lot and have diarrahea."

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[Velvet LeChance]

Out at sea

Over the waves could be heard a desperate, gulping shout as Per was dragged underwater for the last time. As he struggled to get his head overwater, his life flashed before his eyes. Cold Skyrim winters, long patrols in Solitude. Tense battles though Ayleid ruins and sharing bonfires with his best friends. Doing his damndest to see justice served towards those that had hurt him. He caught a glimpse of a lifeboat far off, and a sort of contentedness fell over him. The frigid water was oddly comfortable. At least he would die on his ancestors' shores. And at least he was out of that Talos-forsaken boat. As his limbs stiffened and the air departed from his lungs, a faint smile passed over his lips. He would see his friends again in Sovngarde.

This post made me sad.

Samatha stared at Kayla's arse as she walked away after she had spoke to Kevin. "She is a fine woman." Samatha said to Jess before biting into her burger again.

Whilst I'm also here anyway..

[Unionhack]

I agree, very well written, Per.

Also, thank you based Velvet.

[MARS]

I actually cried. You don't understand, Per's self-insert dumb potato is dead. I've known Per the Nord longer than Per the person, basically. </3

[Dirty Spaceman]

"It's bread o' clock," said his circadian rhythm,

[Rook]

N E C R O M A N C Y

"Whatever you say, o-mistress of foresight." Valentia mumbled with a roll of her eyes. "What do you want to do, go scurry off to the Companions or whoever the local Brainless Brigade happens to be and let them bash their heads against every plan we run up against? Like it or not, we have to go about this in a manner more subtle than your brand of propositioning a roasted chicken to a fight. But that's neither here nor there."

My Sheet:

Spoiler:

Name: Craig Smith
Gender: M
Age: 39
Equipment: Fedora, old boots, faded jeans and a trenchcoat. Craig carries a baseball bat, which he stuffs up his trenchcoat. When forced to use it, he drops it down his sleeve in what he believes is dramatic fashion.
Appearance:
Personality: Craig is lazy and rather irritable, however he genuinely believes in doing the right thing, and when pushed, he will go out of his way to help others.
Biography: Craig Smith was born to a reasonabley well-off family in a more middle class area of New York's slums. Due to being in a position of privilege, Smith became rather rotund and spent his days reading books instead of exercising, which allowed him to become enlightened. He later took over an abandoned McDonalds fast food establishment, and made a modest living cooking for those that can afford it, something he found he was rather good at. Through a series of unfortunate events, however, Craig's McDonalds burned down, and he has become a bitterly depressed alcoholic while trying to find a new place to set up shop.
C: 4
A: 2
S: 6
P: 4
I: 8
E: 5
Tag Skills: Brute Force, Repair, Explosives
Other Notes: Extraordinarily strong right hook.

[All hail!]

Craig is truly a handsome man.

[Dirty Spaceman]

The man who overheard him happened to be a complete prick,