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Thread: ..::An idea for supporting BMR...::..

I have asked after a mass deletion of accounts in the past. There is a huge list of people with 0 posts to their name, it was turned down as they could be PM rpers.
Thread: ..::An idea for supporting BMR...::..

NihilisticImpact said I have asked after a mass deletion of accounts in the past. There is a huge list of people with 0 posts to their name, it was turned down as they could be PM rpers. Click to expand... It could work if they haven't logged in in a long time. I'm okay with the idea so long as we have like a reasonable time frame on it, like they haven't logged in in a year or over. We can assume at that point that person's either not on hiatus and they're just never coming back OR that even if they came back, they probably wouldn't remember their password anyway. I do not agree to have this implemented for users with role-play posts. I personally, save everything to files on my computer and on discs, just because I've been on shitty forums before where they accidentally deleted things or lost entire months worth of writing because of a glitch. But sometimes, it's nice to have a place to come back to and see your work, still there and available. I don't know, that's just my personal thing. Otherwise, why even save up the money for forum and server space at all? Why not just trim the fat continuously, you know? That's my only argument against, otherwise seems like a good idea. Posters with 0 posts and they haven't logged in for over a yearor whatever time limit is put on the names being recycled. Personally, I wouldn't buy usernames either but for some people, it's nice to have consistency when they move to a new place and not have to put a number in their name when they sign up with a username they've used elsewhere and like being known by.
Thread: ..::An idea for supporting BMR...::..

The biggest issue with all of this is, not knowing what is going on with the member in question. For the most part people who haven't logged in for a year or more either don't come back or create another account. But thats not how it works for everyone. Life always comes first and sometimes it takes people away for long periods of time. Eventually they come back, some remember their passwords and just get back on their original account. Because we don't know whats going on with people, what they plan or any of that, it makes it really hard to do anything about it. The majority of the members have families, jobs, schooling and other responsibilities to take care of. So sometimes it becomes impossible to log in to the site for long periods of time. So, it is a good idea, I just don't know how well it would work for a site like BMR.
Thread: Taking the Lady Knight (Grindewald x causeway25oclock)

Rawwr The loud deep voice of the orc filled the air among the trees as he scared away the little bunny that came acroos him.The muscular big green creature was making it's way the cave where he lived, holding a large double axe over his shoulder with one hand.As he wa walking he was leaving huge footsteps traces all over the grass, making loud noises with his nose, breathing through it wihthotu really caring much at all.Sudeny he stopped and sat down on big rock, placing the large axe down next to him as he looked at the sky and strom that it was coming.He could see the clouds getting dark and darked, feel the cold blowing win and the lighting that were strakign far away in the distance. He took a deep breath before sniffing with his nose , sencesing the existance of humans near him.Takiing the axe bakc with his hand, he stood up on his feet and waved it widely, shouting Grrr!!! hopign that he maight scare themw ay, thinkign that these must be some of the local poeple from viliage near the forest.They were bothering him, hunting in his forest so he had to kil a few of them to scare them away and make sure they don't hunt his food.Hating dealign with them so often, he had to do such things once in while in order to be left all alone and have private life away froem then or anyone who might want to invate his grounds.
Thread: Taking the Lady Knight (Grindewald x causeway25oclock)

Lady Castiana had ventured deep into a dark forest, after reports had come in from the nearby villages that there was an orc lurking in here. The Knightly Order of Palavan took such reports very seriously, and if there was such a creature in these woods, she would find and slay it. Her long, golden hair flowed behind her, accenting her silver plate armor, which was fitted to accentuate her curvaceous body. She carried a sturdy poleaxe in her hand, and had a gilded longsword at her hip. A red cape flowed behind her in the breeze. She kept her shining, sapphire eyes peering into the darkness at the edge of her torchlight, ever watchful and vigilant. She found the creature's tracks easily enough, which meant that it wasn't trying to conceal itself very hard. This meant that it was either very stupid, or very dangerous. When the shout of anger came shortly after, she raised up her poleaxe and charged in the direction of the shout.
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

A white Versace dress . A pair of Louis Vuitton black heels , with a red sole and an open toe, revealing perfectly red toenails. A red Channel bag. Everything Chiara Santorelli wore made her look nothing short of a princess. Why wouldn't she? She was not only the only daughter of the man leading the DiCapaggio crime syndicate's, an organization that was as elusive as it was well known, but she was also the most well-suited to rule it, and to rule anything you have to look the part, specially if you were an ambitious woman in a chauvinistic Italian family. With a degree in business and plenty of hands on experience in martial arts, she was a lot more than her 1500 appointment at the nail salon let on. Chiara was already 27, born and raised in bad times and all too used to her father's violent outbursts whenever things didn't go his way. It was almost as dangerous to betray the man than to fail at a job. Of course, his daughter could do no wrong, so she was spoiled rotten. With that sort of growing up, it was no wonder she looked like no more than a spoiled little bitch, and showed little to no interest in the matters of men, unless it had to do with money and authority. Her mid-back length brown hair was parted to the side and showed impressive volume, and despite her short height, 5'1, she commanded an air of respect. Her skin, a beautiful olive color, was as close to flawless as good products could get you, her chest was voluptuous, her hips were wide, and her short legs gave the illusion of being longer by the height of her heels. Arriving at the jewelers at 1736, the small, spoiled princess waited for her driver to open the door for her, not bothering to do even that. Her brown eyes, hidden by cat eyed, red Louis Vuitton's didn't even bother looking both ways before crossing the street, wanting to get business out of the way fast to get to the finer things in life, like her teleromance. With a scowl in her thick, red colored lips the whole time she was there, the young woman made sure that all affairs were in order and that the jeweler didn't dare misreport a single number. She noted the high number of clients, wondering if business was picking up, but she was too preoccupied with the math to pay it any further attention. With a final once over on the man as she gazed at him with a slight raise of her sunglasses, she shrugged, deciding things were in order. He didn't seem any more nervous than normal when dealing with the proud woman. Her heels once more made the way to the car, and although the black tint of the windows didn't let her distinguish the driver, she scowled and let out a sound on disgust as she was forced to open her own door, sitting down and leaning back on the seat with her legs crossed. Giuseppe, I like you, I really do, but you know better than not to open my door, she declared. Are you looking to get on my bad side? Because papi will hear of this, capice?
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

Chiara saw manly lips smiling back at her through the central mirror. Only they weren't Giuseppe's lips, nor was it a subservient, apologetic smile. It was rather malicious, victorious, and the lips were thinner and much more charming, sitting in the manly square jawline of a face much slimmer than the big oaf of a driver she had. His teeth were much more shapely and white as well. I'm afraid your papi will hear of a lot more, my dear. Accustomed to the Western life, Andrey's English was flawless, with perhaps a hint of British accent if anything. He turned around and pointed the gun at her. Now be a dear and cuff your wrists and ankles. It would be a shame to have to use this. His gaze followed her dainty hands carefully to make sure she wouldn't try anything stupid while chaining herself. The smile never left his lips. As she finished he eyed her over once, drinking in her curves. Boy, this may end up being a lot more fun than expected , the though was clear on the light brown eyes behind the thin lenses of his glasses. With that taken care of, all there was left to do was to ensure the cell signal scrambler was working properly so nobody would be able to track them and his personal hideout would remain safe. Not even his family knew about the big mansion on the suburb. He couldn't take no risks, no one was to be trusted - he knew perfectly well that each family had rats inside the other. He left the gun at easy reach and set the vehicle in motion. As he circled the corner the cops saw the big man lying on the ground and ran to him. That was bound to generate some confusion. Good . He drove slowly through the streets avoiding any unwanted attention.
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

Upon hearing the foreign voice, Chiara's first reaction was to grab the door handle, pulling it so hard that she almost yanked it out, but it was to no avail the doors wouldn't open, and soon the other's gun was in view. Maybe if she hadn't taken the chance to open the door, she could have reacted fast enough to attempt to grab the gun from him before it was properly pointed at him, but despite her simmering anger, she obeyed, her jaw clenched and her eyes stern, always on him. She looked at the smile on his face and returned a disgusted grimace. A man, thinking he was better than her, thinking he had her under control... She'd make him pay. Her small, soft, manicured hands clenched into fists on her lap as she leaned back, her breathing uneven but not because of fear, but because of anger. Just you wait, testa di cazzo, I will get away from here and I will destroy all you hold dear, she told him, her accent thick and Italian, obviously used to code switching even if she didn't fully master her father's mother tongue. Seeing the signal scrambler was enough for her not even attempt to use her cell phone yet, so she powered it down to save the battery, her long, red colored nails softly tapping against it. Chiara was not one to drive much, so she didn't know the streets he was taking. She knew that, through the tainted windows of the vehicle, her attempt at calling attention would be useless. so she stayed poised and calm. When I get my hands on you, stronzo, you will wish you had a pussy so you wouldn't feel what I'll do to your dick and balls
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

Soon the buildings around them started becoming more widely spaced apart, and they entered a roadway. The limo picked up some speed. All was going well. I'm glad you're cooperative. I'd hate to be forced to ruin that pretty face of yours, he affirmed as she complied with the cufflinks. But all that swearing during the trip annoyed him a little, though he was a very self-centered man. Oooh I'm so afraid of those big bad words papi - he made sure the word sounded as mocking as possible - taught you. Just take care not to break any of those pretty red nails and then come whining to me. Then he looked back over his shoulder, his lips curved in a menacing growl. You know, perhaps I wouldn't mind that much giving you some well-deserved punishment. You keep on behaving like that and I'll give you some taste of my dick and balls. His gaze alternated between her face and her chest. Capice ? He wasn't sure he pronounced the Italian word right, and he didn't care much. Soon some buildings started showing up again, but these were larger and more luxurious. The houses here were so spaced apart that the distance in between them served as sound proofing. Gardens were wide and no cars were seen on the streets. Andrey relaxed and started slowing down as they were approaching the intended neighbourhood.
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

Sitting proud and tall, Chiara leaned back into her seat, looking at him with disdain. She didn't recognize where they were going, but she knew it was a place for the rich. Damn American houses, always looking the same... Vaffanculo, faccia di merda. Chiara rolled her eyes, scoffing at his words. She didn't need her papi to teach her anything, and as soon as she was in an advantage, she would let him know just what a tiny Italian woman was capable of. I hardly think dickhead and ballsack are big words, she said, through gritted teeth. The only thing I'll be breaking is your face. Even in this position, she couldn't help but be haughty, she was too proud a woman to let any man tell her what to do. As he mentioned punishment, she snorted. Go ahead, try to gimme a taste of that tiny salami and I'll bite it right off, she warned, crossing her arms awkwardly. We'll see who punishes who, finocchio. The houses were getting bigger, she knew they were closer, her jaw clenched, her breathing even. As soon as the gun was not a threat, she would rip him a new one. There was no way that Chiara Santorelli, only daughter of the DiCapaggio crime syndicate and self proclaimed Italian princess would take this humiliation lightly. There was enough space now, enough chance that they wouldn't crash into anything too dangerous, and he was no longer holding the gun. Chiara took a chance, using the same handcuffs currently around her wrists to wrap around his neck in one swift motion, grabbing him hard and in an upwards motion to choke him just above the Adam's apple. She held him strongly, soft sounds of strain escaping her through gritted teeth. All she needed was for him to lose control of the car, to grab the gun and find a way to escape him. It wouldn't be long now
Thread: Taken (Goddess & Vyttor)

On one moment, everything seemed quiet. On the next one, air was suddenly cut from his lungs and Andrey was flailing an trying to shout. Whgasp! nnnn-Fuck! He was angry, more than anything else. Enraged even. Crazy bitch! She'll get us both killed! If he had the time, he would have remembered what his father had always said about Western women, and Italian ones in particular. As it was, his memory wasn't quite focusing on that side. First he tried pulling. He was no mountain muscle, but he was surely stronger than the lithe girl. However she had the advantage of better position - from her point she could use her whole body against the back of his seat, while he could only pull with his arms. No contest there. Air running out, gasps and more gasps and choked out insults. The car swerved out of control, tires making loud noises on the road. Andrey had to put his left hand back on the wheel. What could he possibly do with one hand? He would pass out! They just passed close to a hedge, then flew to the other side of the road and almost hit a low stone wall. He managed to put it back on the road. The gun was lost on the floor beneath the passenger seat by his side. Andrey tried hitting the girls arms with his right fist, but she was holding him fiercely. He started slamming his feet wildly around the pedals, stomping hard against the floor once, twice, three times, hitting empty air or the accelerator until finally he managed to hit the brakes with all the might he could summon. The car stopped so abruptly that the air bags would likely have popped out if it were a newer model. The chain loosened a bit and Andrey felt like he was drowning on air for an instant as it flowed back into his chest. He heard the bump of her body - probably that generous chest of hers - against his seat and felt the impact pushing him further against the seat belt. Seizing the moment he put one wrist in between the cuff and his neck, and only then started pulling it out, immediately cursing with all the air recently breathed into his lungs. Stupid rat-assed bitch! Delusional mad cunt! I'll make you a one-breasted cow, you piece of shit! His voice was still rasp. Skillfully drawing the knife from under his jacket, he let go of the seat belt and turned around quickly to check whether the girl was still conscious, pointing the blade at her to make sure she would behave at least for a moment.
Thread: A Dog's Curse (Goddess and EvaRose)

Right... Left... Left... Three years passed since he first came to the farm with dirt and mud stuck in his white fur, making him look like a common stray, of which he was not. No, this large dog was not a stray. Absalom, as they came to call him but not without getting some inspiration from the hound himself was a purebreed. The dog was huge, about as big as a Great Dane but with too much fur on him to actually be one. It turned out that he was an Irish Wolfhound, bred to hunt down wolves while being big and mean enough to do so. It was odd that he was so nice to the family even though he was meant to be an aggressive hound around strangers. Instead, he was always nice to them, listened to everything the humans said and did exactly as he was told. Which is what he was supposed to be doing now. Instead, the hound was herding the sheep like he wanted to, growling and snapping and barking at the sheep to make sure that they moved in the correct direction. He was currently leading them to the meadows where they would graze on grass while he sat on the hill with his master and watch them. His master. Since when did he become used to referring to another man as his master? It seemed so odd to think of, but Absalom did not allow his thoughts to linger on the subject for too long. Instead, he stood back to look at his handiwork by watching the livestock as they began to eat from the green grass. A little up and away was the main area of the farm. It was where the house and barn were located along with a pen to house the sheep, making it safer for the animals if there was a storm of any kind. Such an event occured once in the last three years, and they didn't lose a single animal. It was what made Absalom's master keep the dog in the first place, taking it to a pound like his wife wanted him to. Turning away now, the hound started back up the hill to sit down and let the animals be in peace while they ate and to watch over them as was his duty. It was spring, bigs were building nest, groundhogs coming out of their holes, and the local pack of wolves had pups to take care of. At least, that's what he got out of the territory markers that they left around. Just thinking about those things caused the dog to growl, showing two rows of sharp, white canines that were ready to sink into whatever enemy he needed to face. Even now, after so many years, Absalom harbored a deep hatred for wolves. As he neared the top of the hill, his upper lips lowered to hide his canines and the hound relaxed as he turned walked onto the porch, barking loudly in hopes of attracting attention. He needed his breakfast.
Thread: A Dog's Curse (Goddess and EvaRose)

RE A Dog's Curse Goddess and EvaEose The lovely scent of the fairer sex drifted to Absalom as his master's offspring approached the house yet again. She smelled of fresh milk and vegetables, but her true scent was hidden beneath that and only seemed easier to catch a whiff of right now. It was the oddest thing. He never was so interested in the scent of a female human, but hers was the one that seemed to catch his attention for the past year. In his eyes, she was a lovely young lady who only grew prettier and seemed to smell better with every day that went by. It took two years for his mind to drift from the thoughts of a dog and to that of a male human. It was a wonder that he wasn't being protective over Jane yet. So, she was now one of the two humans that he would listen to without problem, and that was only because he liked her scent. In his eyes, she wasn't as dominant as her father. Actually, if the entire family were a pack, Absalom would think of Jane as a potential mate. Geez, if he were human... Human! he thought to himself with a scoff as he watched his master and the man's offspring. All he did was sit there and listen to them, hiding his envy for the humans and their freedom to do whatever they wished. When he was asked questions, however, the hound barked excitedly and leaped to his paws with a fast-wagging tail. Then came THAT woman's voice. She was the one person in the family that Absalom despised. Since the day that he arrived on the farm, the woman had a thing against him and seemed to think that he was as filthy as a pig. Of course he wouldn't make a mess in the house well, he wouldn't do it on purpose. The hound stood still as the man patted his head, feeling a swelling sense of satisfaction over being appreciated for his hard work. To show that, he tilted his head back and licked the man's hand softly were he a untrained animal, he would have rose up and licked the man's face. A few seconds later, he was laying on the porch and biting into the bone with his canines and starting to break through to the marrow as he had for most of his life. His tail wagged behind him while Absalom stared down at the herd. As always, he sat in front of door and did not dare try to step into that house.
Thread: A Dog's Curse (Goddess and EvaRose)

RE A Dog's Curse Goddess and EvaEose With a final glance from from the curious young lady and a pat on the side from his master, the family headed inside to eat, leaving Absalom with his bone. James was quick to devour his food, while his wife took a bit longer, with Jane leaving a bit of meat on the side of her plate, feeling pretty full with the eggs and bread and coffee. The family was mostly jovial, their talk casual about the day to day chores. Danna talked about how proud she was of Jane, how pretty she was becoming, and how suited she was to becoming the farm head. Yeah, she better be! James muttered, looking over his daughter with a sigh. His normally stern face showed concern. Are you sure you can stay alone while we're out on business? Two weeks can be a long time! Danna could stay with you, you know! Dad, I'm already going to be 18! she retorted with a sigh, pulling her hat off and pushing her hair back. She was just as nervous as he was, but she wouldn't miss a chance to have a bit of freedom, either. I can handle it! I already know how to do all the chores we need. Let her prove herself James, it'll be good for her to get a sense of independence, Danna assured, pulling her daughter closer. She's a strong girl, and we'll be at a phone call away! Not to mention I have the Jefferson's looking out for her! I don't like that Jefferson boy! James said through gritted teeth. I was that age too, I know what he wants and he's not getting it from my daughter! She has to grow up too, you know! Danna insisted. Not with him, Jane giggled, in agreement with her dad, as usual. She didn't feel the need to be close to a man, to have someone limit her. Not everything was about her being a woman, she wanted to be her own person. Not like she could tell her parents, of course, her dreams of the big city would break their hearts, and she knew that the farm needed taking care of. See? James sneered. Going over to the door, James leaning on the door frame to check on his dog. Hey, Absalom, you take care of Jane, got it, boy?