SummeryGuy

Reese, sitting quietly for a moment, would suddenly stand up and throw a cigar out of his mouth, his cards flying off the table, the stacked colored chips falling over. "Oh, come on! You cheated!" He'd yell at Toni as he lost yet another game of dead-people-poker to him.

<☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> "I'm so...cold..." <-----☆-----> "I shall bring you warmth." <-----☆-----> "I miss my wife..." <-----☆-----> "You shall see her again." <-----☆-----> "My children need me..." <-----☆-----> "They shall receive care." <-----☆-----> "I'm so...tired..." <-----☆-----> "I shall bring you rest." <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> The soft, calming voice echoed through Reese's mind as he struggled to crawl through the snow within the barren wasteland. He had been lost for months in a never-ending blizzard with no clue where he was, nor where he was headed. Reese had simply gone on what was supposed to be a four-week-long expedition across the world but shortly turned into the last few months of his life. <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> As Reese closed his eyes, he felt cold and warm, he felt love and hate, he cried and laughed, he was sad and joyous, he felt comfort and fear. He had lived, and he had died. When Reese opened his eyes, he found himself in an empty, dark void, with a tunnel in front of him. At the end of the tunnel was a bright light, but he felt as if he was being pulled towards it. Reese sensed the light's warmth but had no emotions within him. He walked through the tunnel, slowly, as the feeling of his parents care and love slowly grew inside of him. As he reached the end, the tunnel had disappeared. He now stood in an open field of flowers and grass where, off in the distance, a man and a woman, both in their late 60's, sat peacefully. Reese began to approach them. <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> "Hey, there, kiddo." <-----☆-----> "Reese. My sweet boy..." <-----☆-----> "Sit. Fill me in on what I missed." <-----☆-----> "And tell us, how are they?" <-----☆-----> "How are who?" <-----☆-----> "Well, my grandchildren, of course." <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆> <☆--------------------[⭒]--------------------☆>

Hello! So the person who was meant to play my char's daughter isn't able to anymore and the character will be playable in a few weeks. Her name is Ophelia De Alencar Debnam, and I will supply the skin for you! We live in Silasia right now and are doing just fine financially, so if you're interested in playing Ophelia, please DM me (summerguy421) or my friend (yuiilindaos) on discord! Thank you!

Hello! So, me and a friend are looking for two people to play our children, Ethan and Eliana De Alencar Debnam. They're supposed to be twins and should be playable in a few weeks. We will supply the skins for the twins. Ethan is a male and Eliana is a female, and they're both identical twins but opposite genders. Their parents are Reese De Alencar Debnam and Vanessa De Alencar Debnam and their older sister is Ophelia De Alencar Debnam. The family is currently living in Alba and might move to Silasia, but plans could change at any time. For more information, please, contact either me, summerguy421, or my friend, yuiilindaos, on discord. Thank you!

I think he faked it. . .

Grover knew that there was no turning back. For he, once a man with feelings, had just finished torturing an innocent, young, male elf in the middle of the desert for his own enjoyment. He simply wanted to rob the elf and leave him be. But the elf had no mina. Instead, he took blood. He grabbed the elf's arm, and held it up, then driving a knife through his victim's bicep. The elf cried and screamed, begging for mercy. But Grover laughed. But Grover smiled. But Grover didn't feel. He dropped the elf, and squatted down. He took out a cloth, and then dug his metallic finger into the elf's wound, collecting their blood as a trophy. He'd wipe his finger on the cloth, the dark red, violent liquid staining the material, now serving as a memory. Grover would look the elf in the eyes. "Elf. If you manage to not bleed out and survive, I want you so speak my name." Grover's machine-parts would klank and whir as he spoke. With one breath, he'd look at the elf as they cried and met his gaze with pure horror and pain. The elf begged. Grover ignored. "My name. I do not have a name anymore. I am no longer man." He'd pause. "I am Machine." And so, with one final motion, he'd carve the letter M into the elf's leg as they screamed in pain, tears streaming down their face. When Grover mounted his horse and left his victim bleeding out in the desert landscape, the very last human part of him knew he should feel remorse. But again. He was more machine than man, and that last part of Grover Reid was no more. Grover was dead, and the machine that carried his body around was all that remained. There was no such thing as Grover Reid anymore.

Upon hearing the fall of his home and leader, Grover, or what remained of him, dropped to his knees, the cold metal legs that now carry him hitting the ground. All he really wanted in life was peace, but all he ever did was run from the past. For the first time, he felt a tear stream down his face, and then another, and another, and they wouldn't stop. Suddenly, he felt something familiar that he had pushed deep down and kept locked up for a long, long time. He felt rage, mass amounts of rage coursing throughout his body, adrenaline rushing through each and every single vein he had remaining within him. His tears quickly turned into heavy, angered breaths. Without even thinking, Grover would stand, yelling at the sky above him, chucking a large, sharp rock at a tree on the side of the road. As he slightly calmed himself, he looked to the side where the rock had hit. It was not sticking out of the side of the tree, but out of the side of a fox. He felt that he should feel upset and regretful, but he didn't. Instead, with his metallic body, he grunted and walked on, regaining his old ways of killing and villainy. He was not Grover Reid anymore.

Upon hearing this, Grover would shout, "**** YEAH! WOOHOO!" *Insert bald-eagle cry and explosions*

Grover may be old, but he can still be a bounty hunter like he used to be.

"Cool. Now teach me all of the swears." -American

I told ya'll them darn aliens were real! *In southern accent*

It's not the end of an era, it's the beginning of a new one.

A poster with a young brown-haired blue-eyed man was hung on the wall. "Bounty Hunter fore hire!" the poster read. Who was this man? "Contact Grover Reid for more information." was written under the photo of the man. In Balian A small child walks up to a man in teal-grey armor. "I suppose that by your looks, you're a bounty hunter?" The girl asks. "Yes, yes, I am. Do you need anything?" The man's asks the little girl when he turns around. He was the man on the poster. "Have you heard about the new bounty that's for 2000+ mina?" The child asked. "Well now I have. I'll keep an eye out. Thanks, kid." The man responded.