- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- At least once a day, more than likely more
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
"...Just play penetrator from the Days of Just
Got it down 'til it makes the ground break beneath the waves that rush
A quest for the weak taken under by the way you bust
Give away the game
Medical cream wings of Angel Dust..."
It felt so good.
A rush of adrenaline and substance kicked Constanza in her brain, feeling herself drift into a void. Her forehead grew sweaty with anticipation, breathing hastening as an uneasy laugh escaped the veteran's lips. Static and images danced around her, the sight of women dancing, guns firing and amorphous blobs of the most elementary of shapes undergoing traumatic transformations. Screams and laughs alike combined in a cacophony of madness, Angel Dust tapping into a brain already beyond reasoning.
Standing by herself, the young Hispanic gazed around, her fellow gang members sprawled on the creaking wooden floor of the headquarters. Some of them were puking, some were laughing and some were crying. The dangerous game always changed with each play, each experience randomly generated by the dust and the brain. By the time she fully felt control, Constanza felt only a twisted, sickening satisfaction into the horrid descent of losing it all.
Her world turning black and white, a veteran trapped in her own grave, lapping at the dirt piling around her.
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BANG!
A sudden flare of light erupted from a shorten shotgun, a young woman wearing a black hoodie, ghostly saggy trousers and white flattop cap approaching the group that surrounded some billboard-object. From the void, the darkly dressed criminal emerged, the barrel of her shotgun steaming with smoke. Having pumped a shell into the billboard or object, or whatever stood there, the deranged addict of crime and drugs alike halted her advance.
"Fuck are y'all...?"
Constanza simply spoke, cocking the pump of her Serbu Super-Shorty, the unhinged woman not taking any bullshit or companionship from these strangers. Let them bond, laugh, cry, love and hate one another; for the Texan, she could give less of a shit.
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"Uhm... hi?" Sonic said hesitantly, not really knowing how to respond to Constanza's rather extravagant entrance.
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