Team Awesome:

- Alicia Maddox

- Amber Cole

- Cinder Fall

- Danex Darkfire +

- Jack Nightshade Frost

- Mercury Black

- Soul Eater Evans

- アクア

 

It all began with a letter...the letter "Q"

Edited November 16, 201410 yr by アクア

Wait so your power went out while playing. Deadpool is an auto save game so its entirely possible to corrupt and lose   your save file if the auto save is interupted. Especially via power loss

F.ck. 

F.ck. 

Sorry bra

Sorry bra

Oh well. At least it wasn't my KH or P5 file. 

Oh well. At least it wasn't my KH or P5 file.

 

true dat. Imagine doing the P5 tutorial again

true dat. Imagine doing the P5 tutorial again

*Still in the tutorial*

 

I know, right?  :ph34r:

Wait so your power went out while playing. Deadpool is an auto save game so its entirely possible to corrupt and lose   your save file if the auto save is interupted. Especially via power loss

Yup exactly

Sudden power loss can do that

Menu, unplugged when lights stop.

This was the power going off, not me

Damnit, Wade!

First you kill the Marvel Universe, now you do this?!

Bad Wade, no biscutt! 

Here's an oldie so Xiro can post music

Here's an oldie so Xiro can post music

New FF chapter for anyone who reads it. 

I broke 1,000 words again!

 

Edited June 20, 20178 yr by Xiro

 

Unfinished Black Sam story. Thoughts wanted.

 

The sun was setting as I walked home from the pub, my feet aching from being on them for so many hours without end. The barmaids weren't allowed a break, and tonight had been so busy, I couldn't even sit down for more than a minute or two. I was glad to be heading home, even if I did have to go past the cemetery to reach my house, where a warm fire and bed awaited me. It was worth the shivers walking past the rotting tombs brought, just to get home faster, the night coming on far too fast for my liking.
I glanced at the tombs as I walked by, pulling my shawl tighter around my shoulders, feeling a sudden chill that might have been in my mind, might have been real, who honestly knew? The tales and legends my mother had told me of the evils of graveyards ran through my mind, making me hurry a little quicker, despite how sore my heels were: this caused me to not watch where I was going, tripping over a protruding root, snapping the heel off my right shoe. Down I went, right onto my face in the dirt, the breath wooshing out of my lungs all at once. The embarrassment was emense. I sat up the best I could, a sharp pain racing through my arm: a scratch ran up from wrist, bleeding sluggishly. Cursing, I wrapped it up in my sleeve as best I could, getting back on my feet.

"Nasty scratch, lass...best to bind it," A voice said from behind me, making a slight shiver run up my spin, as tales of ghosts and god forsaken souls ran through my mind.

 

 

 

Unfinished Black Sam story. Thoughts wanted.

 

The sun was setting as I walked home from the pub, my feet aching from being on them for so many hours without end. The barmaids weren't allowed a break, and tonight had been so busy, I couldn't even sit down for more than a minute or two. I was glad to be heading home, even if I did have to go past the cemetery to reach my house, where a warm fire and bed awaited me. It was worth the shivers walking past the rotting tombs brought, just to get home faster, the night coming on far too fast for my liking.

I glanced at the tombs as I walked by, pulling my shawl tighter around my shoulders, feeling a sudden chill that might have been in my mind, might have been real, who honestly knew? The tales and legends my mother had told me of the evils of graveyards ran through my mind, making me hurry a little quicker, despite how sore my heels were: this caused me to not watch where I was going, tripping over a protruding root, snapping the heel off my right shoe. Down I went, right onto my face in the dirt, the breath wooshing out of my lungs all at once. The embarrassment was emense. I sat up the best I could, a sharp pain racing through my arm: a scratch ran up from wrist, bleeding sluggishly. Cursing, I wrapped it up in my sleeve as best I could, getting back on my feet.

"Nasty scratch, lass...best to bind it," A voice said from behind me, making a slight shiver run up my spin, as tales of ghosts and god forsaken souls ran through my mind.

 

 

 

Hooray for Medical Ghost!

 

 

Hooray for Medical Ghost!

 

That all you think?

That all you think?

Yes

That is the only think I took away from reading that

Yes

That is the only think I took away from reading that

Yeah, it's not done....getting cold feet on it, so that might be all. 

Yeah, it's not done....getting cold feet on it, so that might be all. 

GL with figuring out if you wanna continue

And GL if you do continue it lol

 

imma bounce after this, night y'all

 

Night all 

Night y'all 

fixed

 

 

 

imma probably bounce after this, night y'all

fixed

Edited June 20, 20178 yr by Xiro

 

Unfinished Black Sam story. Thoughts wanted.

 

The sun was setting as I walked home from the pub, my feet aching from being on them for so many hours without end. The barmaids weren't allowed a break, and tonight had been so busy, I couldn't even sit down for more than a minute or two. I was glad to be heading home, even if I did have to go past the cemetery to reach my house, where a warm fire and bed awaited me. It was worth the shivers walking past the rotting tombs brought, just to get home faster, the night coming on far too fast for my liking.

I glanced at the tombs as I walked by, pulling my shawl tighter around my shoulders, feeling a sudden chill that might have been in my mind, might have been real, who honestly knew? The tales and legends my mother had told me of the evils of graveyards ran through my mind, making me hurry a little quicker, despite how sore my heels were: this caused me to not watch where I was going, tripping over a protruding root, snapping the heel off my right shoe. Down I went, right onto my face in the dirt, the breath wooshing out of my lungs all at once. The embarrassment was emense. I sat up the best I could, a sharp pain racing through my arm: a scratch ran up from wrist, bleeding sluggishly. Cursing, I wrapped it up in my sleeve as best I could, getting back on my feet.

"Nasty scratch, lass...best to bind it," A voice said from behind me, making a slight shiver run up my spin, as tales of ghosts and god forsaken souls ran through my mind.

 

 

It's good

But I dunno what to think

Think thoughts my twin owo

Good idea my twin owo

Thanks twin owo

 

I'm rather bored xDx

Thanks twin owo

I'm rather bored xDx

Not when I'm here :>