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Thread: BWM

I've never met a man so eager to get back to old-lady porn... Oh well... This thread was good while it lasted. It even got.... Well there was mine, and Pistol Kiss said CRAMPS so, yeah. It even got two complaints. Why does everything I do on these websites die horrbily? Darker, Virtuous Sinner, Blue moon, it's all the same, a system of intense joy, worry, doubt, dissappointment, heartache, and the typical internet assholes sprinkled here and there. Three complaints. I declare this thread dead, in my eyes at least, it will come back if more people come by, other than the distracted antagonist, and... revive it, I guess, but I doubt that'll happen. I wonder if I could write comedy... Not on these fuckin' sites, that's a given, but...
Thread: BWM

You have never met Skwisgaar Skwigelf. And it is not pointless, its just fun.
Thread: BWM

I'm extremely sad that our RP died, and though I'm not assuming that ours was one of the three you loved, I don't think it was my fault that it did die. Good luck in finding new partners though.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

I want you in my pants. well some of you. the line can start here -points- -waits.- men need not apply.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

What about Pylon's? Stands in the front.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

I'm down with pylon love. you've gotta bring additional minerals and some vespene gas however. I'm only interested in group activities with pylons. not particularly one on one.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

I have the entire BlueMoon Pylon set up to use.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

hahaha, There are not many on tonight. and I'm actually feeling chatty.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

It is a sad thing is it not?
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

This thread is now about Trygon smoking a bowl. What's up, guys?
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

D Nothing much....But also Trygon... You need more Vespine gasses. To construct additional Pylon's, as do you DJ.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

I'm aquiring more vespene gas as we speak.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Aquire's a Monty Burns atitude Excellent Splays his hands and touches fingertips on all in front of him
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Bayview! What's on tap at your place tonight?
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

well... some crown royal a bit of absolut... saving the MM still 'till I can sneak it out. but I might go with some of this other stuff I'm not familiar with.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Oh my god, you hero of men. Thank you, liquor jesus!
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

I Say buy some bluemoon and take pics, and show your...support to the site? x3
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Oh, yum
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I've got a camera when i get money we can get some alcohol to go with our bowl smoke-age.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Hmm...Maybe.
Thread: Blue moon, I request your attention

Morning Guys xP should I stand in line ? I would love to drink, but all I have is some rum in the house.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin was somewhat lucky in the regard of being able to stumble back enough where the hit merely made him feel like he needed to vomit. It wasn't exactly the best of feelings, but it was a lot easier to run away when you just felt like you were going to puke, versus going to die. Getting up somewhat quickly and clutching his stomach a little, his fight or flight responses were going absolutely insane. He could stay here and try to avenge the death of his friend, or he could run for his life. After all, he had other people who would need him to help them get organs. This was all too difficult to decide in such a short period of time. Oh fuck me. He groaned, watching the scalpel shine upon the ground, the moon light bouncing off of it. Well, he had settled upon a decision finally, at least. Which was to run like hell, and hope he wasn't caught. He knew that this was Nathan, someone he knew in passing. It was obvious Nathan didn't care if he was someone he knew in the past, he was too possessed by this sick job to stop this chase. So, he ducked into every alleyway he knew, his heart racing in his chest.... his GeneCo heart. It made him sick when that thought ran through his mind. He had sent his payment in, but who said that they might not just take it in advanced? After all, he was the one who attacked their... agent. Oh, this wasn't a good train of thought at all. Nearly tripping at some point, he had stopped temporarily by a dumpster. Leaning forward a bit, he managed to throw up somewhat quickly. Though the acidic feel in his throat absolutely burned against the cool air when he resumed his running, he knew he wasn't going to stop for the devil himself. Sure this was how everyone else tried to escape, but he wasn't going to be one of the caught and killed, he couldn't let that happened! That wasn't going to happen to him, he wasn't going to have his stomach ripped open, his jaw torn off like his friend. This couldn't happen to him! He was trying to remember what hiding places he had, what safe havens he had made for himself. There were so many places to hide in this horrible town that was run down. Hope seemed lost as he looked over his shoulder to still see Nathan. However, he had managed to make his way into an apartment building that was long abandoned. The soft patter of his steps were heard as he ran about, though it was growing more and more distant to Nathan. Soon he had managed to get to the window down the hall. Opening it, the former surgeon crawled out, making his way cautiously to the fire escape with the ridges in the wall. Using that as his mode of escape, he had disappeared out of sight. He had vanished behind a dumpster, pressing himself tightly against the brick wall, waiting for Nathan to pass by, possibly not even see him go this way. He was trying to catch his breath so he wouldn't be heard, anything to keep himself alive.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin had sat there for a long while, inspecting the body of that innocent woman. She could've just tried to pay the money, at least she would've had a chance. He wished he could do his job better than this... but with limited resources and now the loss of a friend, he found himself to be utterly useless. Sighing a bit, he had started to work on a more gruesome task. He was going to remove any organs he deemed salvageable, and then try to keep them fresh in storage. After that, he'd just dispose of the body in a nearby dumpster, clean up the blood, and try once more with a new patient. He couldn't let them know about his failures, it would make them panic, it would steal their last bit of hope they had. Blatantly lying to these innocent people made him ill, but he couldn't help it, it was the only way they could be helped at all. They had a fighting chance if they were given some form of hope. The man just wished he wasn't the one who knew that the chances for failure were extremely high, that's what made it even more painful. Their hopeful smiles, thank yous, soft prayers, it made him feel like some sort of monster. After all, he was the one who had to look into their dead eyes. Starting to extract organs here and there, he gently set them off to the side, trying his best to make sure they didn't get contaminated. Who knows.. She could've had such a future... even in this goddamn messed up place, she could've had some kind of future. His emotions were merely restricted to words, as he knew throwing a fit would just waste time, it would also put those organs in jeopardy. When finished, he had pulled over a few coolers by kicking them over. Taking off one glove he opened them, and inserted the various innards. It took around a couple hours before he was finished getting rid of her, and then afterward he had checked his supply of Zydrate... It wasn't good, only a few little glass vials left. Sighing heavily, he had tottered on home, getting cleaned up one last time for this day. Casual wear was now his choice, something a little less obvious than Doctor's clothing. Then he wandered to the alleyways. He really wished Marlow had told him how to get that drug, the right places. So far, all he could see were shady men and various hookers clinging around. He really hoped none of his patients had seen him like this, assuming he was just some sort of low life.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Years of doing the job had given the Graverobber a sixth sense even in the beginning he had been quick to learn that his customers were carved from a desperate set, they were the type who would go to any length to get their fix, just as he was the type to go to any length to find it for them. He knew what was profitable, and he knew how to elude the authorities - he had done it for so long that he may have admittedly gotten a little cocky about it, but he had yet to pay for it. After all, they had never caught him, even after all the times he had crawled through the graveyards, ripping open tombs and going through mass graves, extracting the raw Zydrate from the dead bodies he scavenged from the dirt, regardless of their state of decomposition - he had never been caught. Either the security was lax, or he was just incredibly luck - and the Graverobber bet on the latter option, given how many others had been caught, he'd seen the bodies. Taken the Zydrate from some of them, in fact. But all those years had served him, because as he lingered in his favourite alleyway that night, lounging in a particularly cushy dumpster with his legs dangling over the side, he found himself observing passersby - not many caught his attention, people in general were boring, just wanting to go on with their lives and look good doing it - but this one, oh yes, this one was looking for something. The Graverobber sat up, gripping the edge of the dumpster and levelling his upper body, balancing on the lip of the container with his thighs, wiggling his toes as he watched Benjamin shuffle his way down the alley. Yes, Graverobber could see it in his expression, the shifting eyes and the hunched shoulders, there was a desperation but not a hunger - he was looking for something, but not for himself. He was suddenly on his feet, and one arm had slipped around Ben's thin shoulders, pulling him in tight to his side, and Graverobber offered Ben a wholly unsettling smile that was surrounded by lips that had been painted black, Not lost, are we? he asked, cocking his head to the side to get a view of Ben's face, his eyebrows climbing high, and he waved one pale hand in front of the other man, Looking for someone -? He pulled away then, spinning himself around in front of Ben, his long jacket whirling out behind him, his arms spread wide, and suddenly two barely-dressed women had appeared at either arm, and he half-leaned on them, giving Ben that same cock-eyed grin, and like magic, he was holding up a small, glowing blue vial between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it against the cheek of one of the prostitutes at his side, - or something?
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin had jumped in surprise as he was suddenly molested by this figure who appeared before him so quickly. W..what? Before he had time to figure out exactly what was going on, that precious blue drug was in front of him. He didn't care who he had to deal with, he just needed to get it and go. What can I do to get this drug from you as cheap as I can? I need a large quantity of Zydrate.. Not for me, for my business. He knew his money would be dwindling quickly if he had to buy it all himself. Somehow Marlow was able to get it for a reasonable cost, but he never asked how... something he was obviously regretting. Marlow, as you probably figured, is dead. He used to get it for me-I mean, my patients. Look, I just want this to be a quick ordeal. I don't want to stay here long. Yes, he looked so terribly uneasy amongst whores and this Graverobber. His job wasn't to get involved in some sort of violence on the street, it was just to get the drug and then to help anyone who needed it. That was what he cared about more than anything, helping people. Zydrate was a drug he would never want to use recreationally, though, for he had seen the consequences of it. It wasn't as though he wanted to become addicted to the substance and do anything for it. Brushing a few curls out of his face, he wanted to keep a safe enough distance from this man. He didn't trust being close to the Graverobber, for he had cash on him, and the other could've had a knife. Sure Ben had his own ways of defense, but it wasn't as though he was as swift as this slippery fellow. He figured this Graverobber would win any attempted knife fight, and so he just tried to play it safe for now. It wasn't as if he would show the guy how much money he had either, it would be stupid to reveal how much money he could spend in this evening. At least he knew these basic principles about dealing with this man. Hopefully his understanding would be able to earn him something more than just spending all of his money. Shit post, grr
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Graverobber, as many had learned, was more of a lover than a fighter - his job was morbid and gruesome, he would admit that, but he had never killed anyone before, he just dealt with them when they were already dead. They were so much easier to work with that way, and besides that, between the massive organ failures and the Repo Men, the city had such a massive death toll that Graverobber was never out of work. It was always easy to find sources of Zydrate, and all he had to do was comb through a few graves for a decent amount of it - and really, death never went out of style, so his supply was endless. But so few had the stomach to do what he did, or the nerves to deal with the constant patrolling around tombs, or the cahones to actually deal the Zydrate, but Graverobber had built a protective wall around himself with his customer base, people who needed him - who would always need him - to give them their fix. After all, GeneCo's product was too expensive, and in comparison to the raw form that Graverobber sold, it was also weak, diluted and cut back and synthesized to increase the company's profits. Graverobber liked to think he was doing a service he was giving a chance to the impoverished and helpless, taking from the dead and giving to the needy, yanking a few dollar bills from the clutching hands of GeneCo and Rotti - and no one could protest that, save for Rotti himself, and perhaps his offspring. Though, even his own daughter, Amber Sweet - she'd discovered the street Zydrate was so much better, and that he gave her a way of accessing it without her father being able to stop or control her. Graverobber didn't look surprised at the mention of Marlow - he'd known the guy was behind on his payments, and it would only be a matter of time before the Repo Man caught up with him - he knew everything that happened in the city, and had even seen Marlow's corpse. He must have arrived in that dank alleyway just a little while after the Repo Man had been there, because the body was still warm when he extracted the Zydrate from him Graverobber decided it wouldn't be in his best interest to tell Benjamin precisely where the vial in his hand had come from. You're a doctor, Graverobber said, running his eyes over Benjamin for a moment, and his eyes lit up suddenly, But not for GeneCo - what's this, freelance surgery ? Chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes shifted to the girls at his sides, and then he looked back at Benjamin, speaking in a conspiratorial tone, Where do the casualties go? Let me in on that, and I think we can make a deal.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin replied quickly, I don't do cosmetic surgery, I only do organ transplants and ones that are absolutely necessary. I do them for a low price, for people who can't afford to keep up with GeneCo's payments. Running a hand through his hair, he added, They need better options than what GeneCo gives them, I'm trying to take away Rotti's business. I know I'm just one surgeon, but it's better than no one doing it at all. Unfortunately, the doctor knew that no matter how good he became at this, even if he was talented enough to have a success on every surgery... he still couldn't do anything about the heart beating in his chest, it was a constant reminder that he owed his life to the crooked company. Such things always made him a bit nauseous to think about, but he would have to accept it sooner or later. They go in a dumpster near where I do my procedures. It's a couple blocks down, it's the dark red one. If knowing where the bodies went was enough to get Zydrate at any sort of reduced price, Benjamin really didn't mind. After all, it's not like those bodies had any more use after he had taken the needed organs out of them. What kind of deal did you have in mind? I'm willing to make any kind right now, things are getting financially tight here. As they were for everyone else. It seemed as though there was hardly a middle ground for wealth, you either had nothing, or everything. Perhaps this man wasn't as bad as Benjamin assumed he would be. Yes, he was shady about everything, but it wasn't too terribly suspicious or frightening. This man also hadn't threatened to slit his throat either, another plus. Sure he didn't like being this close to hookers, but at least this exchange of words would probably be a short one. I have my own debts to pay, so anything is a good deal to me. He added, shifting his weight to the other foot somewhat nervously.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Graverobber's dark eyes were pinned on Ben the entire time, watching him through the shadows, his head cocked to the side as he listened so there was a supply of bodies following this skinny doctor, understandable if he was doing the surgeries by himself in the back of some old building within the city. If he was looking for street Zydrate, then his budget was tight, his supplies were low, and he was desperate. But the Graverobber liked a guy who would stick it to GeneCo - it meant he had to be a little crazy, just the sort that he got along with. He didn't bother to ask Ben any more questions about it, he never looked a gift horse in the mouth, particularly when the gift horse meant increasing his supply without the need to go into graveyards for it. As much as Graverobber liked his odds and liked to tease the authorities, it was nice to have leisurely scavenging nights. So a philanthropist then, he said, and he pulled the girl on his left a little closer, kissing her on the forehead before shoving her away, walking up to Ben again, tugging a little on his shirt as though to straighten it, offering another of his twisted little smiles, I think I can go a quarter off the price for you, it's better than I gave Marlow, but he didn't have such a compelling deal, He reached up and grabbed Ben's chin, and shook his head from side to side, Or such a pretty little face , he said, talking in the tone one might use on a three year old, and he released Ben, giving him a light pat on the cheek, turning his back to him and holding up two bottles of Zydrate for Ben to take, his other hand up to accept the money, Quarter off the price tonight, and again in the future if those bodies are there, come back tomorrow, late, and I'll have more vials for you, you caught me on a busy night.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin carefully watched the other male, wondering what was going on in his head. He was really hoping whatever deal they would work out, it would mean that he wouldnt have to spend much time here. He hated the atmosphere, the desperation thick in the air. He could see the various women of loose morals watching them. It made him nervous, he wondered if he was just as bad as them, pandering for that drug. But, he had a good reason, that should be enough to redeem him. After all, it wasnt as if anyone else was doing any better than him. He just hoped his reason would be enough for this dealer. I suppose. He muttered. Benjamin didnt look at his work as philanthropy, considering he had a body count. The doctor considered himself a murder with some form of morals and with a decent head on his shoulders unlike what he had seen Nathan become. The thought still made him terribly ill, knowing someone he worked with was a widely feared monster. He wondered if Marni knew. Yes, from all those years, Benjamin had fallen so out of sync with the rest of the world, that he didnt know of the womans demise. He wasnt that close to Nathan anyways, he just overheard the news of the marriage. He caught the last of what Graverobber was saying when his face was suddenly grabbed. His instant reaction was to attempt to move away quickly, assuming the sudden touch would entail that pain would be following. With relief, he just felt a pat upon his cheek and tried to pretend he didnt hear a thing that was said, except for the information about the Zydrate. Yeah, thanks. Reaching in his pocket for the money, he handed it over quickly and took the strongly addictive painkiller, quickly walking off. Ill be seeing you tomorrow night, then. Ben spoke, disappearing off into the night. He was ignoring the glares at his back, the various looks of interest. He really hoped some of these ladies of the night wouldnt think he was some kind of cosmetic surgeon and follow him back.
Thread: Killer Inside: A Repo! Roleplay (SevenxGoatse)

Benjamin quickly rushed back home, taking off his shoes at the door. I got what I needed.. Tomorrow, hopefully things will be a lot easier than this. After all, the first time's always the worse, than after that it won't be so bad. I'll know what to expect at least. At this point, he was unsure of what to even think about himself. He knew his cause was a good one, but it just felt like it would be one more worry. It was illegal to buy street Zydrate, and knew it was just one more thing he could get caught doing and get shot for. Not exactly his goal when he was trying to help everyone out. However, as he walked over to the table, he let his mind wander, just thinking about simpler times when he could just be a doctor. When the system wasn't so corrupt, things were so much more pleasant. He had a nice home, comfortable living. A new heart would've just meant a new heart, and people would be able to have more time to pay off their dues to GeneCo. He eventually crawled into the shower, thinking about Marlow, and about the repoman, about when he would finally be the one under the knife. It made him shudder all over, he had actually curled up close to the side of the wall. Washing his hair slowly while letting the water rinse away some of his anxieties. I'll have to check how much money I have left, how much time. He mumbled. When he finally finished the shower, he toweled off and got dressed once more. He had started working out his financial situation, trying to calculate how many more payments he could make before he had to learn how to run faster. It wasn't looking too good.