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[karamazov]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=background-color: #3A2C2F; font-family: courier new; color: #F1ECDC; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 6px;]LOG IN: COMPLETE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFF8F2; font-size: 10px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #3A2C2F;]Footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, a narrow alley running between two buildings overlooking a waterway below. One sound, a man running, and then the sounds of multiple footsteps and curses fly out, filling the alley with vibrant words such as "kill", "hurt profusely" and even a threat so nasty that I couldn't tell you what it is, only describe how badly he wanted to penetrate orifices with a wide collection of fake donkey genetalia. A pair of tan boots round a corner onto the open street, followed by their owner: a man in a drab dark purple tunic and matching bottoms, long purple hair swaying behind him as he ran from two, judging by the size of their swords, Heavyblades. In his right hand he carried a sword, sheathed in a black scabbard, held close to his chest as he ran for his simulated life. "Look, guys, it's your own fault for leaving that chest unattended! You should never sit and ROLL to see who gets it! That's just stupid!" Rush, shut up and keep running. "And honestly, you didn't guess it was a set-up? COME ON, I was just DROPPING hints! 'There's a big surprise at the end of the dungeon'? 'We'll see who gets the treasure'? Don't get mad when you get played and PK'd like a couple of chumps!" Yes, it was the classic move again: lead a couple of newbies down a dungeon you know how to work, then take the treasure and kill them all. It was a decent way to make points and cash, but sometimes you got guys who wanted to take Rush's hide and tan it on a rock. Tearing down the open streets of Mac Anu, he makes a sudden left into another alley, then an immediate right, ducking down into a space between a simulated cobblestone rising and the wall of a building. The Heavyblades gave chase, and ran straight down the alley into the next street, giving him enough time to backtrack into the road and heave a sigh of relief. "Jeez...you take some measley treasure, and people go berzerk." Don't forget the part where you totally killed their characters, too. This was Goldrush, more commonly known as Rush: Adept Rogue and Professional Jerkwad. This is how he spends most of his days in The World, and he loves every second of it. Opening his inventory, he examines the object his new friends were up in arms about: a pair of crappy boots with a speed boots effect. "I hope these sell for more than they were worth getting." Does he ever realize that he's talking to himself? I don't know, but it's kind of weird. [/style]

[STYLE=font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: -1;]made by retrogress of back to neverland[/style]

[INCENDI]

[bg=6C1212] [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0px,true] player name: INCENDI password: ********* LOGGING IN... The ruckuss wasn't something that the player wasn't used to. Yet it caught his attention, and the red head followed with his eyes as the heavybladers chased a player that looked a bit more... lightweight than they were. Something had royally peeved them, and he couldn't help but wonder just who had managed to do so. There was nothing better than a personal vendetta to snoop into to start his time in the game. Curiosity unrestrained he moved forward, doing his best to appear as if he were absentmindedly heading in the same direction. When they turned a corner he peeked his head around the same way - wondering just where they could have run off to so quickly... "Gone already..." Well, that wasn't fun at all. A frown tugging at his lips, he almost turned around and left - but the chasee appeared once more, confident that he had given his pursuers the slip. Oh, so he was a smart one? His frown tugged into a smirk, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Gave them the slip, hmm?" Being nosy was a terrible habit that would probably get him into more trouble than not. But what was he going to do? Fight him? Why, he was only asking a question. Moving to stand beside the other, he peers at his prize - a pair of shoes. A mediocre find really, but you could sell just about anything really. Reguarding the question that the guy had asked himself prior, Incendi couldn't say that he would have done the same in his shoes. He preferred to keep his enemies closer and use them accordingly when he got the chance. Pissing people off had it's moments of entertainment, but he was too early on in the game to deal with the consequences that came with it. "Well, I'd say no if you made two enemies for them." You never knew when someone was going to team up or even form a guild while hunting your ass down... "Too bad really." Words;; 338 Muse;; so-so OOC;; first posts are hard for me - they'll get better though! ^^ hello!