"How far, you ask?" Lucas asked, turning away from Tyrell for a moment. A stupefied smile took hold of Lucas' face as memory put a knee to his skull. His incredulous awe only grew the more he considered his answer, leaving a gap long enough for the pause to be noticeable, though not so muc...

Profile Name: Lucas Diaz Age (at death): 18 and five days. Year of Death: 2018 Cause of Death: Shot in the chest several times by Height: 5'8" Weight: 132 lbs Body Type: Average Hobbies: Reading, writing, drawing, urban exploration, photography, science. Likes: Humorous conversations, friendly...

A pair of watchful eyes alighted on Michael and Teresa from behind the plastic rifle of a distant Terminator: Salvation machine. For a few moments their gaze remained fixed on the two, holding them in the center of its vision—until a squadron of Terminator robots burst from the wall, and it was time...

"You heard me," Lucas said, "I yote a corpse at y'all. Down from the temple. It was stinking up the place and we needed to get rid of it so I rolled it down the hill. I'm really sorry it hit you guys, I wasn't strong enough to get it to the cliff into the ocean." His eyes shot do...

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Upon the end of Lucas Diaz' journey through life, he found himself within an arcade bright, for the straightforward pathway to clout had been lost. He wasn't sure to make of this. If he had known that this was what was waiting for him on the other side of that jump off the waterfall all those days a...

If you had to pick one god from any mythology to be real and actually impact the world, which god would you pick? Amaryllis Perlman-Byrne: I'd not seek to right this ship with a god's hands. We need a muse at the helm. Why not bring back Calliope? Could the chief of all muses come up with something...

Ah what the heck I'll throw my hat in the ring too

Four for now. Updated frequently with subsequent questions in the thread. Other characters added as their voices rise from the void. What's your favorite color? Amaryllis Perlman-Byrne: I have two. Red and black. And you can't make me pick one of them. No way. Nothing you can do. Coda Taylor: So thi...

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fuck rating all of them After going through round robin style and deciding what my bad at math brain thinks is probably over 4,000 different matchups of thread titles, I can say yes, I agree, fuck rating all of them. There's one thread name I left out—Nervous Young Inhumans—because even though I na...

Based on a passing whim in the discord chat, rank the thread titles you've come up with and subsequently used for a thread, here. dont rank other people's thread titles though that's their job, unless they give you permission, but that'd probably be a different thread altogether, maybe for the criti...

Requesting that you draw Max Rudolph if the queue isn't too full already

Consider me interested

When James' exit came up, he took it. Maybe he leaned in a little too hard. When Marie woke up on the day of what was now only James' flight home, he was already gone. His sleeping bag was, indeed, gone from the floor, leaving only a faint imprint, a minor disturbance in the color of the carpet. His...