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(Cool. I dropped out of the fandom. Couldn't take how popular they're getting.)
(Cool. I dropped out of the fandom. Couldn't take how popular they're getting.)
XD Idc, they're all cute!)
(So Tru.)
(OH! The plot?! What shall it be?)
(Well it's survival in the wilderness… other than that Idk.)
Well, Survival in the wilderness? Those types Rp usually die very quickly, what if the people were really tiny?! <-Just an idea)
(YASSSS That's a GREAT IDEA!)
(Just when downstairs to do my job, @The_Anime_Addict_That's_High_On_Kawaii walks in with a random Box turtle that she found down the street! Great! now I have two turtles!!)
(XD)
(And it doesn't help that I'm going to be the one taking care of them.)
(Oh. Yeah… it probably doesn't)
(I have to take care of every wild animal we find and keep)
(Wow.)
I'm going to change my character because I can not imagine Liam being a small person!
(Fine with me.)
Name: Lucas Moore
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Height: 6 inches
Appearing: Spicky aburn hair, blue eyes, short.
Personality: Mischievous, outgoing, daring, brave, quick-tempered, protective.
Talent: Climbing, swimming.
(How short?)
(I don't know! Their tiny people so??? 10 inches OR less??? Do you have any height ideas?)
(GTG TTYL)
(so, we should what for others?)
(May I join?)
(YES!!!!!)
(Since no one has started, I'm gonna liven things up with a random paragraph I just thought of)
A streak of black was all anyone could see. Silent as a whisper, but fast as a cobra. The night was quickly passing as the red sun rose slowly from its deep sleep.
In a dense forest, two men stood guard over a small wooden hut. The hut itself, though seemingly useless , was a S classified mystery itself. No went in, and if they did, no came back out.
The two targeted men had no idea what had passed in those silent moments before their throat were sliced clean and simple. As their blood and life slowly trickle away from them, all they could see was a thin lone figures that stood in front of the rising sun. A slightly crazed smile graced the face of their killer. Its heart shaped face framed with beautiful brown hair seem as if it almost took pleasure in their death. As they shakenly took their final breath, the last thing they saw of the killers face was the infamous icy blue eyes.
The eyes of the White Death.
(ARE WE TINY OR NO??)
(Yes we are but @The_Anime_Addict_That's_High_On_Kawaii just wanted to pop in and annoy me so please pay no attention to what she wrote up there because she likes comedy)
She could be a tiny assassin?…She's a tiny girl, in a tiny wooorrlld~
Or the world could be minuater…? I am bored.
(Where are you!! @The_Anime_Addict_That's_High_On_Kawaii?!)
I'mma dying at school!
(Can you stop ruining RPS! AND jumping in randomly!?)
(Can you stop ruining RPS! AND jumping in randomly!?)
Salty aren't we?…
I don't see you doing anything.
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