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Post by Kyzer on Dec 17, 2018 6:51:43 GMT -5
When you told me we were facing off again, I was instantly excited and inspired. I never liked how I didn't get anything out when it was Kyzer vs Lynn because I thought those two going against each other were a perfect match.
I am going to try and not rehash anything that has been said already. I liked your approach here. I liked how Lynn admitted he was afraid of Zmey, I liked all the stuff with the GFL. The training scene and the monologue was solid. The only thing I didn't like was the first part of the honeymoon scene. It just felt odd to me mixed in with everything else you had going on. This is also the first time I read a Frank Lynn rp and actually felt like he was in his 20's. All your other rps have him coming off as much older to me. Until you said something, I always assumed Frank was in his late 30's, early 40's.
Also a giant Mexican doesn't have anything on a giant Mongolian.
I am glad we got to face off again, you are a great writer. I doubt this will be the only time Lynn and Zmey meet up in the ring. I look forward to the results and the future. Good stuff and good luck.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 17, 2018 6:35:33 GMT -5
As of yet, I have no opinion on your character outside of him being a sick f*ck in matches. That is mostly due to your rps being so short in length, I get being limited on time and wanting to at least put up something. I would like to see you expand on Needles and give him some more depth. Deep Figure Value gave you solid advice and I hope you keep at it because Needles has potential.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 17, 2018 6:27:07 GMT -5
I think I enjoy Draven more than I did Trace. You always put up great stuff as Trace, sometimes I felt it was a bit long winded but always solid. I recently re-read the rps you, Ace and myself did for Super Brawl when we had our three way match. I have always wished we expanded on that but things fell off for me creatively back then and I ended up leaving. I really hope to come across a time when we can do something again.
This is my favorite Draven piece so far. I enjoy the way you write him and how you have found a different voice. I am glad to see he isn't Trace Jr and instead his own character. I am not going to give you a bunch of criticism since frankly I can't find any. I liked the interactions of Draven with all the characters you had established with Trace. I do hope you spin Draven away from all that at some point to just make him more unique. That is one thing I am working on with Zmey. I don't want to use Kyzer and company as a crutch for my new character as I don't want to see you do the same thing. I think you have found your legs with Draven in this rp. I am excited to see what you do next. Awesome stuff.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 17, 2018 6:15:13 GMT -5
So I read this after it was posted, I wasn't sure how I felt about it at first. As much as I am enjoy you, the handler, it has taken me a while to really get into Mesh. At first, it was a little hard for me to get behind the campiness of the character, which is by no means a shot at your writing ability. You are a really creative writer and you have something here that works for you. You write your character very well and you really know your voice as Mesh. With that said, as I thought about this more and more I think this is probably my favorite rp of yours to date. Deep Figure Value pretty much voiced the same opinion I have landed on. You are definitely deserving of the title you carry in regards to your ability. I know you won because Markw had to deal with real life, but despite that, you have stepped up. Keep up the good work.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 17, 2018 6:02:40 GMT -5
So I honestly can't remember the last time I read an rp of yours, maybe on my last run through but I am not positive on that. Wayne will always be my favorite character of yours but Penny is catching up maybe by default. Truth be told I don't remember much about Scarlett and I hated Slanted and Enchanted, just not my preference. But as I read through this, I really enjoyed it. I don't have any real criticism of this piece seeing as it is a return piece but I am interested in seeing how this run goes for you. Good to see you are back.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 16, 2018 15:47:30 GMT -5
I will have a segment into you guys tonight.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 11, 2018 18:10:35 GMT -5
I gotta' admit, the timing and circumstances of Zmey's emancipation from Kyzer gave you some real meat to sink your teeth into, not a luxury every writer gets when writing the same character show after show. Boy did you bite into it and give us something really good. Once again I think your writing as Tugarin Zmey is the best stuff I've seen from you. No disrespect to Kyzer but Zmey is where you shine. This piece shows me that you are a writer literally pulling us into your character's life and making us feel everything they feel, unlike myself who I see more as a reporter transcribing the events of my characters life such that the emotion isn't there to the level you achieve. My background being more in the technical writing area that is just how my stuff turns out. It's what I know. I tell you what happened and let you make your own judgements. What you know is how to measure every word so that it packs a punch. Good writing transports the reader and that is what this did for me. I wish I could be this good because it's all there in my head but I don't feel it comes off on paper the way I want it to. I'm glad you didn't no show this time, despite my worries that I just got my ass handed to me. I try to make them distinct from each other in more ways than just content. I am more careful with my word choice as Zmey. I do different things like Zmey almost never refers to anyone by their actual name outside of his opponent in his speech or thoughts and he never uses contractions. I know these are little things but I feel like they make a difference. Truthfully I am enjoying writing Zmey more than I enjoyed my last Kyzer rp. I have a distinct way I want to tell his story and it is coming out like it is in my head so far.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 11, 2018 6:03:38 GMT -5
I wish I had gotten the time to code and post this before now but I didn't. Sorry to King Richius. I am terrible with deadlines. I doubt that will ever changed. I did enjoy this rp and going against Frank this week.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 11, 2018 6:02:02 GMT -5
Freedom…
This is a concept I am not familiar with. We always considered ourselves free on the steppe. Living off the land, living the way of our ancestors, not tethered by the cities and urban life, they told us that was freedom.
My father tried to ingrain that in my head. All the elders did. They were losing our generation to the modern life.
I listened to the elders. And I ended up in Exile… Stripped of my freedom….
When you lose your way of life, it shatters your soul. It leaves you empty.
I was a shell. But I could never bring myself to do the one thing that would free me from my prison sentence. I might have been a husk of a man, but I was no coward.
What do you do when you have to learn a new way to live?
You exploit the advantages you have.
The first fight I took was in Haiphong, Vietnam. Fighting was part of life growing up on the Steppes. I thought it was my only marketable skill. It was certainly a skill that kept me alive in Exile.
I stood across from a young man who could not have been older than twenty. My size advantage was significant, but the money was too tempting for him to turn down. He knew he made a mistake the moment we locked eyes. Neither of us expected the result though. I still remember every detail of his face before I broke it.
I shattered his face into an unrecognizable puddle. I did not want to hurt the man. I did not mean to take it as far as I did. I did not expect the bloodlust to hit me the way it did.
I was the Hunter again.
I was back on the steppe. I was under the Eternal Blue Sky. I could feel the freshness of the air. With every blow to his face, I felt like I was home. It was too late before I realized what happened.
That same feeling came over me when I was in Japan. Every moment of pain I inflicted took me home.
It probably does not make sense to those who have not walked my path.
I do not expect anyone to understand…certainly not Frank Lynn.
And I cannot begin to understand the path he has walked.
I do not presume anything about Frank Lynn. I know his background. I know what he has done thus far in his career. The life he has is not one I will ever have.
But the life I have led does make me an expert on weapons, truly lethal ones.
Respect is not something I give out. That was not the way I raised. Nothing is free. Not even freedom, let alone respect.
Frank Lynn has earned the respect of a lot of people in his relatively short life. I cannot count myself as one of those people at the moment. Whether that changes depends on Frank.
While I may look like a monster, I am not necessarily one. Just because I behave like a monster, I am not defined as one. Life is full of illusions that people miss every day. Not every monster is a monster… Not every weapon is lethal…
But I am lethal…not by choice…but by design… It was bred into me. Fighting…hunting…warfare…survival...bloodlust...what does Frank Lynn know of these things?
I was a weapon used by evil men… Now I have gained sentience…
I have freedom… Freedom to act on my own desires for once, freedom to live my life the way I truly want to live…
That does not absolve me from my transgressions. I will stand judgement for those, one day.
But until that day, I will protect her. The one thing I have in common with Frank. We both have people in our lives that we would do absolutely anything to protect.
Free from the shackles I live for one thing now…her. She is the reason I am no longer a shell. She taught me what true freedom was…is… She is innocent, sweet, caring and good. She is everything I did not know about this world.
I will kill for her if I have to. She will never know pain. She will be taken care of.
I am free from the shackles of madmen, only to be enslaved to a contract. But it is not the same thing. People are going to put me into situations that further their own agendas. Sometimes paths just align in such a way.
Do not assume I am walking down this path for anyone other than her. I will give her a good life.
Frank Lynn stands between me and that. It is not anything personal, just the way fate lined things up.
I am sorry, Frank. I am sorry, Sarah. I am sorry, Laura.
I am sorry to everyone.
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Present
There are concepts of life I still do not understand. Like people’s attachment to pets. I am watching her play with the dog in the backyard. We did not have dogs as pets, they were food. It is the same with cats, birds, snakes and anything else that was not a horse. Attachment to animals was not part of the life I had back then. Nor in the following lives…not until he gave me my most recent one. She is the first thing I have ever felt drawn to my life. She has never asked me why I stuck around, why I protect her. I do not know if I could explain it if she asked.
We did not know each other before the night he brought us together. The moment I saw her, I cannot explain it…she just felt like the Blue Wolf. I could not abandon her. And now here I stand in the home I have given her, watching her play with the dog she rescued. There is no way I will let this life be taken from her.
“Well maybe you would like to discuss your future around here.”
Her words echo in my head.
“My future?”
“Well he says you are free so I assume you will need a job, no? I can definitely help you out with that. I am not really sure what a guy like you values, but let’s see if we help each other out.”
The only thing that matters is her. She gave me a purpose, a real purpose. It is not just me simply taking orders anymore. I have to consciously consider every angle and every possible move in all situations. He was always good at that. He was the God of mind games. And I paid attention. But his tactics are not ones I would necessarily employ. We are not the same person in that regard.
“I am not sure if there is someone out there that you care about, but…”
She hit the right strings when she swung for the heart.
“…I can help you provide a good life for them…”
Truthfully, I do not know what to do. This is uncharted territory for me. I have never been my own boss. I can hear her laugh through the sliding glass door that stands between us. It is full of so much happiness.
“So you want to enslave me with a piece of paper?”
“Not at all. I am not a bad person. I care about the people I sign to contracts. Sometimes when I do what is best for the company it is taken the wrong way. I am sure you of all people understand misconceptions. I don’t see you as merely a tool, thug or whatever. I see a guy who could be a legitimate star in a business that values different personalities. It is a mutually beneficial relationship.”
“I understand where you profit from the situation, just not myself.”
Then the words came that hooked me.
“What do you want?”
That has never been asked to me. Not once. Personal want does not exist on the steppes. It is all about the family and the clan. Then came the line of puppeteers who would never acknowledge me as anything more than a tool to be used. Not until he dug me out of Budapest, did I know what it was like to be more. He treated me with respect but I know some of it came from fear. He always did ask me a lot of questions. But never once what she asked me.
I did not have an answer.
How do you answer that if you have never heard it before? You are conditioned to think of the good of the group, then the good of the master, when do you think of yourself in there?
“There is someone I care about…”
I was hooked. I did not know what else to do in that split second. In my first moments of freedom, I signed it away…part of it anyways.
I have not told her yet. I do not know if she even knows what wrestling is. I am tired of just saying work though. I am not a deceptive person. Honesty is going to be the best way forward for us. She is not a child. Her eyes catch mine and she smiles. Immediately she runs to the door to greet me.
“Zuggy!”
She wraps me up in a hug. I feel the love she has for me. We are not lovers. It is not a romantic love but something deeper. I do not fully understand it.
But I know I love her.
“When did you get back?”
“Just now. I did not want to interrupt your fun.”
The dog runs up and begins to sniff me but quickly decides to go past me into the kitchen looking for food.
“Dozer is such a fatty.”
It is an apt name for a fat English bulldog that likes to charge things.
“So how was Seattle?”
She walks by and into the kitchen intending to feed the fat dog.
“Interesting…I got a new job.”
She turns on a dime with an inquisitive look on her face. She does not have to ask me to continue.
“I am going to be a professional wrestler.”
Inquisitive turns to confusion.
“I thought you already were one.”
I am taken back by her statement.
“I see you on TV with Mikey all the time.”
“I was unaware you knew about that.”
“I watch television and have social media.”
“You just never said anything when I would tell is I had work.”
“Well I assume you had your reasons. You know I trust you.”
I am trying to sort this all out and I hear something else I have never heard. I do not what to say. She knows I was deceiving her this entire time and she never spoke up.
“I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would.”
“How much have you seen?”
I, unconsciously, hold my breath. I do not want her to think of me as a monster.
“I saw what you did to David Brennan after he beat Mikey.”
I am speechless. My heart feels like it is about to stop and explode at the same time. How can she look at me the same way? She senses my distress and comes to my side, our eyes meet.
“I know who you are. I know you aren’t the monster they say you are. You and Mikey had your reasons for doing what you did and I am not going to judge you for them. You are a good person, the best person.”
She wraps me up in another hug.
“And whatever you do to Frank Lynn, you do. It is your job, nothing more. It doesn’t define you. You are your own person now, Zuggy.”
She knows more than I thought. Sometimes I get so lost in her sunshine I forget she has over two decades of life under her belt. It is comforting to know she still accepts me. I may be the one protecting her but she is the one gifting me with things I never thought I would experience, love and friendship.
It is like I am being reborn into the universe. I am experiencing all these basic concepts that were foreign to me in all my years before now. It is like I am a newborn seeing his hand for the first time. I am not sure how to handle all of this. Emotions are not exactly my forte. Is this what they call ‘unconditional love’?
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Past
Nightmares filled my head, distracting me. I am haunted. It fills me with anxiety. My life needed a new focus. Losing my way of life has nearly broken me. I did not expect to find answers in a white man, especially in a Vietnamese city, but a new choice was put in front of me. He approached me with an offer, a chance to earn some money until I figured out what to do next. All I had to do was win a fight. It all seemed to so easy. I had been fighting my entire life, and I am a giant. It was supposed to be easy money.
It was anything but…
I looked down at his face. Covered in blood, one eye peaked out from behind the curtain at me. His face is forever etched into my memory. He was the first…my first…
It was an accident…
Suddenly rage filled every ounce of me, I felt myself turn into a time bomb. Then as quickly as I was overcome, I exploded. His face broke beneath my fist, his soul bled with every strike I landed. I felt the life leaving his body while I continued my assault. I could not stop, I could not control myself.
It sealed my future…
What was supposed to be easy money…has turned into slavery…
What better way to take advantage of a naïve giant then to break his spirit in an instant….
Now I am thrust from one unfamiliar world to another. I have barely had time to process everything. After I watched the last breath escape his body, I was herded away. Accused of murder, without options, I agreed to this life.
What did I do? I took his… …and now what?
The only escape is to fight more…to hurt more people…
I do not know what to do…
I am lost…
I am a sheep in the land of wolves…
I know only one thing...
I have more value to these wolves alive….
The White Man offered me a chance out of the predicament he manufactured. All I had to do was agree to fight more, fight until my debt is cleared.
He smells my vulnerability; it is obvious to this predator that I am naïve to the ways of this world. He will not fight his nature. He sees an opportunity to use to me and he is going to take his shot.
What choice do I have though?
The cycle of slavery begins…
My choice is survival. If that means being an instrument of destruction for selfish men then so be it. I will gain control of my destiny one day, until then I will just ride this out and absorb as much knowledge as possible.
From this day I am known as Baiju Heilong…
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Present
His eyes, blue as the sky, meet mine. His mouth cracks into a slight curl but then it quickly disappears. He is unkempt, disheveled, and tired looking. It as if the years suddenly slapped the life out of him. He is a far cry from the man who pulled me out of Budapest years ago. It is a sad sight truthfully. While many do not see him as some magnanimous individual, he gave me free will. He will always have my loyalty.
“Why are you here?”
This is the first time I have seen him since his assault. I was unsure whether he would open the door until he did. Our last conversation left me with new found empowerment over my life. It was an unexpected experience but one I will not take for granted.
“Come in if you want…”
He turns from the door as his words trail off. As I set foot over the threshold of his home, the distinct smell of stale marijuana smoke hits my nostrils. His environment reflects his pain and exhaustion. It doesn’t seem like he has given any thought to his surroundings in quite some time. I step over clothes, a cat, and piles of mail. He falls into his couch, almost becoming an amorphous blob. To see someone fall in such a way instills only pity.
“I was asked to approach you about Super Brawl.”
He lifts his head enough to look at his coffee table which is covered in paraphernalia. Grabbing a bowl and a lighter, he sits up and acknowledges me.
“By who?”
“Lila Sleater.”
“So I tell you that you are free and you go become her puppet? I am disappointed.”
“You are disappointed in something far from the truth. She did not know how to get in touch with you.”
“Then you are denying being her puppet? I guess that means you are not fighting Frank Lynn for her now.”
Not so long ago, I was his puppet. Now he chastises me over false accusations.
“You broke our contract. She offered me a chance to provide. I am not beholden to her or anyone else anymore. As far as facing Frank Lynn, it is just an unfortunate coincidence.”
“Unfortunate for Frank. F~ck him anyways. So this is what you are going to do now, be a wrestler?”
“It is a means to an end like everything else. I need to be able to support her. I only have so many marketable skills.”
“And what a niche market that is.”
I know that he is making a joke but there is a ring of truth in that. There are only some options out of there for a scarred up seven foot Mongolian who has never held a legitimate job until this point. I have only so many opportunities in this lifetime; I have to take advantage of them.
“There is no one on that roster that could stop you if you put everything into it. Physically, you are superior to all of them. You have size, you have agility, and you have strength. But more than all of that, you have the edge mentally. No one there has been through what you have been through. The scars you carry around only give you more mental fortitude to overcome no matter the circumstances. I guarantee Frank has not seen half the sh~t you have seen.”
I cannot dispute what he says but I refuse to buy into myself at the expense of overlooking my opponent. Playing the fool is not something I intend to do.
“We both come from different backgrounds and experiences.”
“Nice way to walk a fence.”
“I am realistic. Luck plays into every encounter.”
“There is no such thing as luck.”
“You may not believe but I do. If it did not exist then I would not have become Baiju Heilong.”
“Who?”
“Another life I once lived.”
He shakes his head as his attention goes to the pipe in his hand.
“You are way more complicated than I would have ever thought.”
There is more truth to that statement than I would care to admit. I do not strive to be complicated. I just keep my cards close to the vest. I am constantly surrounded by wolves and other predators. The only way to stay a step ahead of them is to never show your hand. But maybe there are some self defense mechanisms at play there. I have been exploited by everyone in my life with the exception of her. Instinct tells me to be wary of everyone, even people like you that gave me so much. I do not even drop my guard for her as much as I care for her. The scar tissue has just built up too much.
“I would prefer to be less complicated.”
“We all do. That is why I do drugs.”
Every man has their weakness. Being a slave to that weakness is how you end up dead though. With his intelligence, I am sure he is aware of his soft spots.
“What do you want me to tell her?”
“That the universe is against her.”
I do not see the meaning.
“She is not going to get her big match. And neither is Drakz.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am retired. There is nothing left to say about it.”
He is broken and his words lack conviction. I am not sure if he has doubts about his retirement but I am sure there is more that can be said about it. He is not a man that can lead an empty life like this for long. I lock eyes with him one last time before I turn away. Sadness and pain scream from behind them. I cannot help rip that from him though, that is something he has to do on his own. To see a man like him fall from grace to these depths is disheartening. It is not an unfamiliar sight; I have seen it play out over several lifetimes. I always take something from the experience. I take that and stack it in the back of my mind for the moment I will need it. I have witnessed the rise and fall of several Kings. If you do not learn something from the experiences you live through then you play the Fool. That is not a role I can or will take on.
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I am figuring out my new life.
It may look similar to my old one since I am caught up in the dispute of others. But it will not stay that way. This life is not going to play out like that. This is my chance to do things differently.
This is my chance to break the cycle.
One thing stands in the way of finally escaping the wolves at my heels.
One predator stands in my way…Frank Lynn…
This predator I kill…
All I want to provide her with safety and a future. My desires are simple, my goals are basic. My life is uncomplicated. I do not have the distractions that Frank is facing. I am not held back by the restrictions that Frank has. I am free to sacrifice my existence for what goals, Frank has to hold back. His life has more depth to it and the argument can be made that he has more reasons to fight. The argument can be made that these same reasons hold him back from doing what is necessary to vanquish a foe like me.
Do I compare to anyone he has previously faced? What situation has he been in that is remotely similar to this one? What weakness have I shown? What is the plan of attack against someone who has done nothing but destroy the mighty?
It is not with arrogance that I say, Frank Lynn is at a disadvantage here in nearly way. And it is also without arrogance that I say every man is at a disadvantage when facing me.
Ignore the size difference, just account for the life experience.
I outmatch everyone in every way.
He was right when he said if I pushed myself, I would go through the competition. I have everything you need to conquer your foes.
I am stronger. I am battle worn. I am motivated.
We each have our reasons for fighting. My dedication to my goals is unequaled.
I have something to fight for and I will never let that go. I am no longer a shell. I am no longer broken. She brought me to life and I feel that flame she lit.
The darkness will never overcome it. I will eradicate the shadow cast by Frank.
This life does not end before it starts….
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 10, 2018 14:42:08 GMT -5
I asked King Richius to have until this afternoon to post my rp because I fell asleep when I got home last night. Now I won't be off work until later than I expected. I am sorry to do this. I do have it done, it is just a matter of getting home and coding it.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 9, 2018 14:20:18 GMT -5
My rp will be up tonight some time after 12. I won't be home from work before then.
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 8, 2018 13:45:04 GMT -5
I am currently living with a girl I met from the casual encounters section of craigslist, and promoting deathmatches from Guadalajara. I don't want to say that Schneider is so much a magnification as a personification. The NSFW stuff I did skate with was the edge of what I wanted to do and that should really say something for me. That you are one step away from being Otis P. Driftwood?
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Post by Kyzer on Dec 6, 2018 15:09:11 GMT -5
I am glad I got a head start on my rp because this week has been insane. Looking forward to finishing it up and seeing what King Richius puts out.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 27, 2018 15:43:14 GMT -5
Just want to throw it out there that my rp is coming along nicely. I feel like it has a different feel to it than my last Zmey rp but that could be from having less Kyzer and company in it. I'm looking forward to it. Now if I only could find some inspiration for Frank's RP. Billy's RP was easy, flowed like butter and is all but done. Frank's RP, on the other hand, is like pulling teeth without an anasthetic. This show is becoming the perfect example of how differently I approach writing my two characters. I don't care if Billy stumbles a bit here or there but I try to get everything right for Frank. I won't say I'm stressing out yet but if I don't get some ideas in the next few days I will be. Yeah I can understand that to some degree, I definitely take both my characters more seriously than you take Billy. My rps with Kyzer are easier to write though because I know his voice better. I wasn't sure when I started writing this, if I would like it. I am trying to do something different with Zmey that I haven't done with other characters but I am enjoying what I have written thus far.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 27, 2018 14:58:26 GMT -5
Just want to throw it out there that my rp is coming along nicely. I feel like it has a different feel to it than my last Zmey rp but that could be from having less Kyzer and company in it.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 24, 2018 15:33:50 GMT -5
I've got Lynn vs Zmey. I can write Broom vs Payne but I'd rather not. Who really wants to write two matches on top of two RPs and other segments? Not me. I love the match up. But Zmey has no master, him and Kyzer split on the last show. That's gonna make this a most interesting match up indeed. I'm also slightly afraid... Lynn beat Kyzer by no show. I assume that will be no small inspiration for a killer Zmey RP and we all know a killer Zmey RP was good enough to beat Drakz. It's going to be an uphill climb boys and girls. I immediately started on mine last night after you messaged me. I got inspired right away. This might be the first rp I fully finish before the deadline.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 24, 2018 4:37:08 GMT -5
I love the match up. But Zmey has no master, him and Kyzer split on the last show.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 24, 2018 0:43:16 GMT -5
I've had a pretty good idea of what the card is going to look like but let me talk with King Richius and I'll post it once everything is agreed upon. I'm still in a food coma. Lazy.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 23, 2018 15:57:23 GMT -5
Any chance we could get a card today so we can use this weekend as some extra days? I need to know who I am facing before I decide on a direction with my rp.
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Post by Kyzer on Nov 22, 2018 1:10:32 GMT -5
Which of your 25 characters are you running with?
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