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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:27:49 GMT -5
SN: PetriBass Name: Rick Age: 22 Gender: Male Looks: Short brown hair, blue eyes, 6'2", stocky. History: Has no experience with ghosts. Crush: Becca ghost/alive: Alive Other: Chickens
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:35:08 GMT -5
((Yet here I am. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:39:24 GMT -5
(( ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 0:39:50 GMT -5
(Because apparently I've already become a well known person here. Lol))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:41:30 GMT -5
(Because apparently I've already become a well known person here. Lol)) Boi, you've got more ships than the British Royal Navy.
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:45:48 GMT -5
((Wait, you talk to him about me? I'm... Honored!))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 0:46:15 GMT -5
(Lol, hi PetriBass... XD I see, White.))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 0:58:39 GMT -5
(( *cough* understatement *cough* ))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 0:59:21 GMT -5
(Oh wow. Um... lol XD))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:01:14 GMT -5
(Lol. Who is shipping? Just curious))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 1:06:24 GMT -5
(( me))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:07:16 GMT -5
((Ah. I see...))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:08:16 GMT -5
((Nice GIF, Petri. XD))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:08:53 GMT -5
(Lol))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 1:11:06 GMT -5
((Oh god, sorry. Real, you want the honors? ))
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:16:48 GMT -5
(Lol, sure, I guess...?))
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Post by Petri the Pancake on Sept 18, 2017 1:25:55 GMT -5
((IS THERE A POSITION FOR DARK PRINCE?! )) Rick held his 9mm he always carried with him, outstretched and loaded. Something was wrong here. He didn't like the fact that the doors and windows were both unopenable and unbreakable. He wasted one round on a window. It didn't leave so much as a scratch. He didn't believe in ghosts. He shook his head and continued around the corner, finger on the trigger.
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Post by RealStar on Sept 18, 2017 1:29:59 GMT -5
Matthew had been knocked out during his entry. When he awoke, he was in a pitch black room. "What... What is happening...?" He sat up. He smelled the air. The all too familiar smell filled his lungs. He choked on it. Standing, he scrambled to his feet and ran in any direction. He stepped on loose, dusty boards. He ran for... far too long... What kind of room was this?! He shouted as he ran for what felt like a quarter mile... a half mile... before he stumbled and rolled to the ground, the breath knocked put of him.
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