As William cracked the chair over the skull of a not very pretty redguard, seemingly with his nose already broken, he smiled as the adrenaline he'd felt when it all started, began to wear off. Suddenly another feeling overcame him. With complete chaos all around him, William could only with horror notice the rising feeling of something in his belly wanting to burst out. He walked unsteady, before vomiting all over a young breton woman, before crashing back onto a table, falling into deep sleep. He would probably wake up sometime next morning, wishing he had never been born.

The sight of what Adares could only assume was the Bretons most recent meal being spilt all over his most recent subject of conversation was simply too much, as he hunched over, spilling what was left in his stomach all over the woman's shoes. He dropped the Bosmer, and staggered forwards, his head butting right into the leg of a table. Having his head knocked on repeatedly by common household objects in such a small frame of time proved too much, and as the wooden floor came towards him at a most alarming rate, Adares could not help but wonder where he'd end up tomorrow.

OOC: seems im stuck,our entire little party is,who is going to take over for jarod?

OOC: Stuck where, Havok? And with who?

ooc: I'd prefer we wait until I get situated before anything, but if it's a must, then I'll let someone take over Tee for me. Preferably someone who knows my character (Meaning they would know how he would act, talk, etc)

But like I said, I'd rather wait for now.

(Smellgenerator wrote this...)

The road down to Bruma had never been much like the broad streets of the imperial city, the streets Adeth were used to, but he didn't worry too much about it right now. He touched down at Selene's lockpick case, smiling. She had a similar preference to city streets over lush grasslands, since she too, had been a thief. He shook his head. She was dead now, and there was nothing he could do about it. Not any more. He'd just have to try his best to solve this quest which the emperor had given him, back in that prison cell. It seemed like years ago he'd watched that old man die, and the forming of the first party just as distant. No, he'd have to continue on to honour her memory, to try and be what she'd wanted him to be.

With this thought warm in mind, he reached the front gates of Bruma.

ooc: I'm in a similar situation as havok. I need to wait for Aulakauss to post, if he doesn't soon i'll post a post for his character so i can get mine unlocked.

OOC: Hey guys. Sorry this is taking so long, but I'm having a lot of troubles getting my new computer to run. I'm going to pay to have the Geek Squad take a look at it, so it'll be a few days more, but hopefully by the end of this week (or next week?) I'll have things running so I can come here and post again
In the meantime, just kinda assume that Viuven and Veyar are sticking around while I get things settled.

ooc: Sorry about that. My level of inspiration is more or less directly proportionate to the amount of new media input I receive.. And I haven't seen a new movie or read a good book in ages.
But I'll try, for you all, because I love you.

ic: At her question, Tim shook his head.

"I'm alright thanks," The young boy stated and stood up. "I might have another one of those baths, they're so good." The look on his face was enough to make Melanarde smile a little. He seemed so happy about things she took for granted. It made her wonder if maybe she was risking becoming a posh, snobbish noble by pampering herself. Perhaps I should 'rough it' for a bit. Hell, I might lose a little of the weight I've put on; I haven't done much fighting all year and I'm starting to feel a bit out of shape.

"And after that, do you need help with anything? I don't really do much in my days so I'm free to help you with whatever." Tim offered and went towards the bathtub. Mel beat him there and started the water for him, sitting herself on the rim of the tub. She set a hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft smile. The elf was about to turn him down when she realized something.

He wants to feel useful to me. I should let him, even though I don't need him to do anything for me.

With a declination on the tip of her tongue, she smiled and instead accepted his offer. "Sure. We'll need extra supplies if you're going to be traveling with me, so.." Mel opened her small pack and grabbed a pre-measured length of string and a circular piece of thin leather. Counting out fifty gold -more than enough for the task- she set it on the leather and bunched it up, tying the string about it in such a way as to craft a working purse. Taking his hand, she set the small purse in it and patted his arm. "There. That should cover anything you think we might need. Buy yourself a pack while you're at it; you'll be needing it to carry the supplies back, for one, and it'll be handy later. Now.."

Standing as the bath finished filling, she shut off the water and gave him another pat on the shoulder. "I'm going to rent another room and go to sleep. This one's yours. Sleep tight, Tim." Melanarde informed the boy and strode to the door with her pack over her shoulder. She approached Olav and, grudgingly, he sold her an extra room. After heading to her ground-floor room, she unlocked it and went inside, set her pack down and sat on the bed. A yawn escaped her lips and she stretched, then undressed for bed. Taking an elegant white nightgown out of a smaller pouch in the pack, she slipped it on over her form and climbed into bed. It wasn't like the down-feather mattress she had at home, but it was adequate. Closing her eyes, she went to sleep with a final thought: Tomorrow should be interesting.

With the power of a thousand nails boring into his brains, William awoke. Morning had arrived, with birds singing outside the window. Very idyllic. Eyes wide open, he was lying on a table. In a pub's common room. Why...? he wondered, before last night's drinking came to his mind. Slowly, his memory returned, bringing horrible pictures to his mind. Get out of here, quick his mind told him, but as William moved a hand, he suddenly wished he never got born. His whole body ached from sleeping on the table, but his head hurt like getting hit with a warhammer with the slight movement of his hand.

Oh gods... he thought to his self in his misery, wondering how long it would take him to move.

Sun streamed in the window and into the face of the sleeping elven woman. Her red eyes flicked open and, instead of cringing at the light like most would, Melanarde's pale golden lips twitched into a sleepy smile. Sitting up, she stretched, yawned and forced herself awake to do all the things that most everyone did after they woke up.

Dressed and partly armored again, Mel slipped her pack over her shoulders and locked her room, heading out into the main tavern. Looking around, she saw what looked like the remnants of a bar fight and smirked a little. Walking up to Olav, she set the key on the table in front of him with a thunk. He just glared.

"What're you banging on the table for now, you golden-skinned hussy?! I'm not doing you any more damn favors!" The Nordic man bellowed. Mel set a hand on her hip and with the other rapped her fingers on the iron key.

"Well, fine, then. I'll just keep the key. I swear, I've seen menopausal orcs with better tempers." Olav looked at the key on the table, then grunted and swiped it out from under her hand. Mel just laughed. "I'll have an ale and a loaf of bread, too, if you'd be so kind."

"If I'd be so.." Olav set one large hand on the table in a fist, knuckles down, and pointed the other's index finger at her face. "You mockin' me, woman? Because I've had just about enough of your crap."

Mel sighed. "Would you rather I stated it more to the effect of 'Get me an ale and some food, you ape, or I'll singe off your eyebrows'? I was being polite. You really need to check that attitude, dearie." With that, her hand gently pushed his finger from her face. Olav practically threw a tankard and a bottle of ale at her, then slammed a loaf of bread down on the table hard enough that he left a handprint in the top. Snickering and leaving five gold on the table, she looked around for an uninhabited table. Finally, she shrugged and sat down at one with a man draqed over it. He groaned and twitched his hand, and a look of agony washed over his face. Mel chuckled and chilled the bottle, then poured the contents into the tankard.

"Just relax. The more you move, the more your brain's going to pound on the inside of your skull." Melanarde advised gently, tearing out some of the soft insides of the bread. With her other hand, she fingercombed her somewhat messy hair. The hand the bore the chunk of bread went to the man upon the table, her pinky nudging his cheek. "Here. Take this and eat it. The bread will help absorb the alcohol and you'll feel better."

Oh god, the voices... William thought. He wasn't going mad, as one might think. Neither was he becoming any more religious. It was just that people talking, especially a tad louder than usual, was like torture to him. Well, he did deserve it, he even knew he deserved it. He'd just have to make sure never to drink again. Ever. It would be an easy promise to keep, he thought to himself, as the woman sat down by his table. He looked slightly over at her, seeing an altmer looking at him, probably in her mid-twenties. But there was something strange about her... She couldn't be pure altmer, not with those red eyes, William thought, a puzzled look coming to his face. Interesting

"Thanks" he muttered and accepted the bread. He knew the bread would help, eventually, but right now the only thing that'd help was getting his mind on other things than his pain. Maybe if...

As William chewed his bread, he rushed up and kicked his boot as hard as he could into the wall, making a loud thud. Now he wouldn't feel his head pain for a few minutes. He sat down by the table again, very happy due to his leg hurting, as he much preferred a striking pain in his leg rather than his head.

"Sorry for the appearance, but I'd rather not brave the stairs just yet. I'm William, and right now I'd be proper to title myself with 'A tad reduced'" William said, leaning his head backwards.

OOC: I'm still here, I was just waiting for morning. And yes, this is a crap post, but I'm pretty tired right now.

Gregory sat on his bed as the sun's rays came through the blinds and lit his room. The other two had left several hours ago, claiming need for sleep, but Gregory knew that they were simply out of ideas. They had spent all night trying to come up with something, but no one had been able to figure anything out. The Mythic Dawn wasn't well known to anyone, and certainly not to a slacker claiming to be a master of conjuration or a woman who dealt mostly with alchemy. In the end, Greg had stayed up all night, sifting through texts that only had vague mentions of the cult. If only I had access to the library in the Arcane University. I bet I could solve this mystery in an instant then.

Sighing, he got up and left the room, hoping to find something to eat. He calmly walked through the halls, unfazed by his lack of sleep. After all, he hardly slept anyway, one day wouldn't hurt anything. As he was walking, something caught his eye. It was the body of a mage, obviously one of the "guests" from the Imperial City. Greg walked over to him and kneeled down, checking him for a pulse. He was still alive, just unconscious.

He ran up the stairs to Jeanne's room and banged on the door. "Jeanne! Jeanne, get out here!"

A few moments later, she opened the door, looking tired and angry. "What is it this time? I'm getting very tired of this."

"Jeanne, remember how you told me that we had some visitors from the Arcane University here transporting something important?"

"Vaguely. What about them?"

"Well, you see... One of them is down there passed out on the floor."

"What!"

Jeanne dashed past him down the stairs and out of sight. Greg followed her and saw her shaking the man, trying to wake him up. Greg sighed again. This was looking like it would be another long day.

"Simple, Adeth. We talk to captain Burd, see what news he has, and from there determine our next move." Iris told Adeth as they headed over to Bruma, moving down the cold cobblestone path. Iris' small amulet continued to flicker a gentle shade of fuchsia, as did the general air around her body. It was barely noticeable in the dark of the night, but still was to those who focused on her.

Her mind was still on this new person, this old man with the strange short-horse -she had no idea what a donkey was, or a mule; She was just getting used to the equine family- whom she had felt such magical energies from. He had to have power, of some caliber greater than she'd like in a stranger. Much greater than she, for sure. And that would be a problem if he was indeed a foe and not a friend. She only hoped Paulus would remain safe as he escorted this man and the Mythic Dawn Agent to the Temple for questioning.

When she reached the gates alongside Adeth and Viuven (OOC: I'm just gonna drag him along for now HK, but won't do anything with him, if that's alright.) she stopped her thoughts and inhaled the chilling air. The cold rush stung the back of her throat and her nostrils, but also seeped into her mind, clearing it. Now was the time to be focused on the mission; not the newcomer.

"Excuse me, Sir." Iris spoke up to the guard of the gate before even bothering to try opening it. "I am looking for Captain Burd. Any idea where he may be?"

"The Captain is likely to be on the castle grounds. Either that, or making his rounds at each gate." The guard explained politely, smiling at Iris.

She returned the smile and thanked him for his assistance before leading the trio of spies through Bruma's gate, the hefty wooden doors creaking open in the dead stillness of the cold night air. It was time to get to work.
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OOC: and just to revive the Vivian/Mia scene.

IC: Vivian thanked the waiter as he refilled the wine glass. It was the third one now, but Vivian wasn't quite drunk. From the way he held his hand on the glass though -so lax, so barely present in touch- one could see he wasn't one to hold his liquor spectacularly. He was buzzed, and it was showing. The meal was finished now, the assassin having devoured his food without a speck left on the plate.

"Mia..." Vivian spoke up, his voice still smooth and controlled, lacking any slurring; yet. "I... I worry about one thing though. Concerning if the group finds out about... you know... And kills you." He set the glass down after another sip, and folded his arms with his elbows resting on the table. "When you come back... Will it just be her, or will you come back as well?"

"Thanks." The man said, then after a bite or two of the bread, got up and kicked the wall rather hard. He appeared to limp a little as he returned and it was a moment before Mel's still-awakening brain understood what he'd done. As he sat at the table, she smiled in an official sort of way. "Sorry for the appearance, but I'd rather not brave the stairs just yet. I'm William, and right now I'd be proper to title myself with 'A tad reduced'"

She chuckled in a ladylike way, then offered a slender hand to the man. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, William. You may call me Lady Dorayn of Skingrad." After a pause, she figured it was cruel to do such a thing to a man in his state. Grinning in a more mischievous manner, the Altmer added, "Just kidding. The name's Melanarde. You.. could've just asked me to kick you in the shins, though, you know. Would've saved you the trip across the room."
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Birds chirped in the crisp mountain morning and snow drifted serenely from the clouds in front of the window. The morning sun shone cheerily in the window of the second-level room in Cloud Ruler Temple, illuminating the single bed within. Under the covers of that bed, a small, furry body stirred and awoke. Sitting up, Karst looked around, her mind and body still mostly asleep, and thought how beautiful it was. Turning, she looked out the window and the sun caught her eye, the light glinting prettily off the emerald color of her iris. She screamed.

"Son of a bitch.." The words were muffled as by this time the woman had buried her head beneath a pillow and pulled several blankets over it. "Oh, [censored] me.. What did I do last night?" She moaned. In that same instant that she finished her thought, another one hit her. This one was a little more urgent than previous, and was, in her mind, as thus: I need to puke.

Scrambling from her bedsheets, half dressed, she threw the latch on the window and pushed it open, bracing herself on the windowsill and leaning over the edge to retch on the ancient tile roof of the first story. A Blade heard her and looked up from the courtyard where he was training, then shook his head and snorted. Karst herself heaved another two times and wiped her mouth, then leaned limply against the sill, gasping and sweating. She felt hot from it all, and the otherwise bothersome chill of the mountain air suddenly began to feel good. Ears back and chest heaving, she slowly lowered herself onto the floor under the sill and leaned on the wall, eyes shut.

Note to self: Never get drunk on Sujamma again.

Odeen had kept to his potions the whole night once again. This fact is proven due to the slumped form of Odeen still hunched over the table with a couple potions around him. He always seemed to forget his promises to himself involving leaving his alchemy for bed rest. He had been sleeping soundly yet uncomfortably for a while now, and wasn't anywhere close to waking up soon until Karst suddenly decided to free herself from bed to go and vomit out the window. It wasn't the vomiting that had awoken him, but the scream the little Khajiit let out when the sun got in her eyes. At her exclamation, Odeen jerked his head up in surprise, immediately looking in her direction.

At first he didn't know what was going on, but then he gathered some knowledge of why Karst was in the same room as him. The alchemist had put her to bed minutes before continuing his alchemy, and she was the reason he finished a couple extra potions, seeing as how she'd have some hangover in the morning. For that reason, he made a couple of pain-relieving liquids in an attempt to help the Khajiit in the less pleasant mornings after a night of drinking.

Watching her go out the window, Odeen took a moment to gain full consciousness before selecting the right potion to give to Karst. He recalled putting the potions in a couple of his colorless, transparent bottles other than the colored ones he kept other potions in for identification. And he decided, that after he had an understanding of the effects of the recipe he used for his Pain-Relief Potions, he should take a quick tally of his inventory of ingredients and potions. And maybe even re-label and label the bottles that required either. Languidly grabbing one of his transparent bottles, he examined the tea-colored substance inside to make sure it was complete and drinkable. After confirming it looked completely liquid, he stood with little difficulty, shaking a bit at the knees from sitting so long.

Odeen made his way to the window, which he looked under to find Karst slumped up against the wall with vomit not far away out the window from either of the beast-folk. "H-hey, Karst..." The alchemist started, holding out the bottle to Karst. "Try some of this...maybe it'll help. I mean, it should. I hope..." He finished, bringing his left hand up to rub his eyelids. For some reason, Odeen had no idea that Karst was about half-naked, shirtless. Thankfully his wits weren't as strong as they usually were for the moment. Instead, he was seeing black and otherwise some blurs now that he was rubbing his eyes, trying to fully wake himself up.

William smiled over at the rather strange altmer. "Well, Lady something of somewhere, I could've. But I wouldn't get the feeling I wanted if someone else made me hurt. And even more important, I wouldn't ask a lady, especially not royalty, to kick me. Wouldn't be proper, " he said, and looked over Melanarde again, "even with someone as able to handle themselves as you seem" he added, noting Melanarde's armour, cleverly hid beneath her other clothes.

His initial picture of this woman apparently wasn't correct. The average noblewoman didn't wear armour. Or look like she'd worn armour all her life. This was apparently not his average noblewoman. He wondered...

"What is someone like you doing this far north?" William asked with a questioning look.

Karst hadn't noticed Odeen was even in the room with her when she'd gotten up. When she heard his voice, a little bit of lightning crackled between her fingers, preparing to defend herself, before she noticed who the voice belonged to. An audible sigh and a visible relaxation of her body came shortly after. "H-hey, Karst.." Odeen held a small bottle out to her, "Try some of this.. maybe it'll help. I mean, it should. I hope.."

Despite not knowing exactly what was in the bottle, she took it and pulled the stopper out. It smelled a little strange, but most potions did. Nodding to the Argonian, she tilted her head back and swallowed the contents quickly in case the potion tasted foul. It took a few seconds, but the pain in her head and stomach subsided, leaving her with an almost unnatural-feeling clarity of mind for a moment. Blinking, Karst handed the empty container back and pushed herself to her feet. The room stopped pulsing with her heartbeat and she stopped feeling ill altogether, though a terrible feeling of thirst set in shortly after. Still, thirsty was better than the hangover she'd had before. Closing the gap between them, she wrapped her arms around Odeen wearily and rested her head against his collar.

"Thanks. I dunno what that was but.. thanks." The Khajiit said gratefully. Setting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed herself back a bit and looked down, smiling. She set a hand against her forehead and shook her head. "My head felt like it was gonna [censored]in' pop for a sec there. Here, lemme throw a shirt and some boots on real fast and we can go grab some breakfast. If I don't get food and water in me, then when whatever you gave me wears off, I'm gonna hurt for it."
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"Well, Lady something of somewhere, I could've. But I wouldn't get the feeling I wanted if someone else made me hurt." Will said, and Mel gave a modestly concealed smile. "And even more important, I wouldn't ask a lady, especially not royalty, to kick me. Wouldn't be proper," he said, and looked over Melanarde again, "even with someone as able to handle themselves as you seem."

The Altmer saw her new acquaintance's gaze flick to the mithril sticking out of her shirt, then met her eyes again. "What is someone like you doing this far north?" He asked, his expression questioning her as much as his words.

"Well, I was born here, for one, but that's not my main reason. I'm looking for a Khajiit, name's Zan'Tarre. I never met the guy, but I'm told he used to live in Kvatch. Been looking for him since the city fell." She paused, then looked at the man. Ah, hell, can't hurt to ask. "You.. wouldn't happen to know any Khajiit with white fur, would you?"

Khajiit with white fur? Never heard anything like that before William thought, with a puzzled look, feeling like something just out of reach for his memory tried to get in touch with his mind again. He hated things like that. Knowing he'd forgotten something, but not knowing what.

"Hm... Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't think the chances of him being alive are very good. I was there when Kvatch burned. It was a horrible mess, dead people all over the place, and daedra occupying even more. Nasty business. We managed to close the gate after some time, though, but Kvatch was pretty much burned to the ground by then." he said, wondering who this Khajiit might be.

"Why were you looking for a white khajiit anyway? Was he a special craftsman of sorts?" William inquired.

ooc: Lucky I managed to sneak this post in. Next one won't be for a while, sadly



At the thought of food, Teegus's stomach growled, like, something that growls. He hadn't eaten in quite a while. ''I suppose...'' He said, mixed with an exhuasted sigh.
The lizard stood up slowly, and made towards the door, then into the main area. He walked behind a man, whom had one of his legs sitting on a small wooden chair. Teegus tapped the mans shoulder gently.

''Yeah, what do you want no-'' Olav cut himself off mid-sentence as he turned to see who needed him. ''Wait....weren't you dead a few minutes ago...?'' The old Nord asked. Teegus couldn't help a smug grin; the man was having an odd day.

''Almost dead...'' He corrected, ''I need a favor...''

Olav shook his head, ''No, I ain't doin' no more 'favors' tonight, first its that crazy Elf women, harassing me to the brink of insanity, then its that cat-girl's attitude and demands. No, I'm done for tonight...''

Teegus perked his lips upward like an upset child would. He never really liked defeat, although this wasn't really the case. Difficulties, would be the correct term. ''But I'm hungry...'' He said, playfully, bearing his long sharp teeth in a.... 'persuasive' manner.

Olav saw the gesture, and groaned heavily. ''Fine! I'll fix you something up, but don't expect it to be cheap!'' He said, and Teegus grinned widely. ''Good, you wouldn't want a hungry lizard eating your customers, now would you?'' The runner of the Inn stared at the Argonian for several seconds, not really knowing what words to say, or not. Eat my customers...? He's obviously got to be jok-, Olav caught glimpse of Teegus's eyes; the bright crimson orbs glared at him like a predators eye's would in the dark. Another one of his 'persuasive' tools.

The Nord inn-keeper grunted irritably, the stormed off to the kitchen; mumbling various things is Nordic under his breath that would have been deemed unnecessary. The man was quite annoyed, and to just drive him closer to the point of losing his sanity, Teegus called after him, ''And bring some ale while your at it!''

Approved by Adeth

Name: Taynil Jenkins
Nicknime Tay
Race: Imperial
Gender: Male
Age: 37

Class: Royal Guard
Skills: Heavy Armor, Block, Spear, Blade, Athletics, Acrobatics, Farming, Sailing

General Appearence: Taynil is a handsome man with cold, hard eyes. He has short, dark brown hair slicked back and a slight stuble. He is six feet tall and muscular, mostly in the arms and legs. Taynil has multiple scars from previous battles and is missing his little finger on his left hand.

Clothing/Armor: Taynil wears a dented steel briastplate over a white silk shirt. He also wears brown linen pants and knee high leather boots with steel toes.

Weapons: Taynil's primary weapons are his large steel shield and his spear. Taynil also has a shortsword in case his spear breaks.

Mentality: Taynil is kind to his friends but has been known to be cruel to his enemies. He is ambitious and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Taynil is not a cheerful man and he rarely smiles, but he is a kind man and he treats others fairly.

History: Taynil had a relatively normal childhood. He helped his father with the farming and played with his sister regularly. When he was thirteen, Taynil's fifteen year old sister fell ill. His family did everything they could but they could not afford a healer, so after only a week, Taynil's sister died.

He was never the same boy after his sister's death. He rarely smiled anymore and he was no longer as energetic and playful as he had been up until then.

Taynil joined the Legion on his eighteenth birthday and rose in the ranks quickly because of his performance in the field. Taynil dedicated his life to the Legion before he met the love of his life whom he married and had three daughters with. After getting married, Taynil wanted to go to a smaller city for his children, so he resigned from the Legion and joined the Anvil Fighters Guild. He is now he is visiting his parents in Bruma.

Xerxes was still Uneasy in the room,and even more so now that he was alone, he shifted between his feet and paced about the room,waiting for Teegus to return with the food...As Xerxes was about to step out of the room to go back down stairs a small portal opened on the eastern wall,beside a window,the protal began to grow larger by the second. Xerxes' eyes widened as he crossed the room to his Glaive,the Silver blade's catching the Candle light, the bells chimed faintly as he hefted it. Xerxes made a rather loud bellow trying to get reinforcments. "Mel, Teegus...We got comapny." He'd bellow,his deep voice sounding like silk rasping on steel,he backed to the door,and stood to the side of it so rushing in defenders wouldnt be hindered by his size.

Umm.... Havok, what are you doing?

ALso... Sorry for my absense but I will have to announce this... Im retiring from rping, for the first time in what... two or three years of rping.

My own rping has been lacking for the past six months due to lack of motivation and school being a pain. Even though summer is coming, I highly doubt it would make me rp some more.

If this rp will continue, I'd wish it be continued by those who have been around from the beginning or the longest. I'll be keeping an eye out on this anyway.

Have fun, guys, if you can and if the others decide to continue this.

Someone asked me to try to move the rp along,i know its dumb considering half the group is afk but its better than the meaningless stuff that has happened so far and im hoping it will motivate people if not...then i tried

OOC: sorry to hear u chickened out addie, and havok... nothing so far has been meaningless, just because u only got to kill like 2 people doesnt mean its meaningless, we cant help it if we're not as 'chuck norris' as you are


@Havok "Lawl" then whos idea was it?

@Aula "sorry mother"