[Infinity] ::Welcome Imanasshole, the newest Halfbreed to DBI!:: -<OOC>- Imanasshole: 'Hey guys' -<OOC>- Imanasshole: 'I figured I'd just get straight to the point and have everyone know about me when they meet me' -<OOC>- Tirisius: 'you're gonna get renamed' -<OOC>- Tirisius: 'or deleted' -<OOC>- T...

Whassat dude's e-mail? For future reference.

Is this a just me issue, or has the MUD been down for like... 4 fucking days now? Does anyone know what's up? Did Rendo finally give up?! D:

Eric slapped the button next to the oval-shaped transpari-steel bubble. A pneumatic hiss sounded as the door of the healing chamber opened, and he stripped off his clothes and stepped inside. As soon as he'd situated himself on the low-backed seat in the center, an oxygen mask revealed itself. The i...

http://www.slideshare.net/JohnTheGrungeKid/rp-26614122 I know that it's an extremely unconventional format, and this was just a test to see how it works out. I won't be doing it again any time soon, if ever. It's very restricting, and it could almost never work with this setting, and this character...

[ CHAT ] Someone: -- ' A freighter ship cuts across the black canvas of space traveling on a rainbow of gravity through the fringe hemisphere of the North and West quadrants--on route to delivr its cargo of slaves to the distant world of Hydia. Printed against its jet black hull is the ominous name...

[ CHAT ] Junesong: -- ' Mongrel let out a loud scream of horror and pain as Junesong crashed down on him, raining glass on the pair. In immediate retrospect, June began to regret his method of entry. He was in no shape to fight. His left arm had been shot, scorched, broken, and ripped with glass, a...

<0:49am> -<OOC>- Borfin: 'shaddap i'm lazy as fuck.' <0:49am> -<OOC>- Borfin: 'ask rendo' <0:49am> -<OOC>- Borfin: 'hey rendo' <0:49am> -<OOC>- Borfin: 'how lazy am I?' <0:50am> -<OOC>- Borfin: 'say nothing if you wish to imply "as fuck".' <0:51am> -<OOC>- Rendo: 'Rendo is more lazy as he won't even...

[ CHAT ] Junesong took a deep breath. With his mask on, he felt right. He looked at the unconcious bodies scattered around him in the hallway, and admired his handiwork for a minute. It was the first time in his life he was thankful, almost proud, of his violent teen years. If it hadn't been for th...

It'd been almost six months since Eric was attacked at the Capsule Corp Home Store, Pepper City branch. His search for his former gang members had been more or less fruitless, until today. He stepped out of the Bucket of Blood Pub, no worse for the wear, which couldn't be said for the patron unlucky...