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Mello Keehl
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((Just read this all, my pretties. It may be roleplay, but it's formatted like a fanfic and it is beautiful. Me and my good friend were roleplaying that Karkat be killed Just so Karkats admin could change her profile pic ))


((KEY: If I use, /Insert action/ then that means it's me, Eridan. If it's Insert action Then it's Karkat. ))
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((Continuing the loveliness))

((Haishiama, probably the area in Fight City with the most justice and proper morals. As if this place already wasn't hell enough, they had already stolen our eliminated possibilities of a proper rebellion in the past. If you had ever made the whimsical wish to be able to rest in this Region, Area Haishiama was definantly the proper area with their occasional rain fall [Which was heavenly until the satelites were launched, letting the government manipulate the weather in our Region.] that was actually clean water that came pouring from the sky like a gift from god themselve. This was the area that I had settled in as a child, personally, it seems dandy now, no random fighting on the streets often, hardly any thiefs, and jobs that actually offered a good amount of Koies. Well, such harmony definantly doesn't last beneath the custodious eyeing of the prejudical governers. One night I perfectly recall an uncomfortable yanking upon my back, assuming that it might have just been my younger brother, I resumed glorious dormancy. It wasn't him. It was the infamous night of the Haishiama bombings. You would obviously how an area in Fight City could be so happy, and part of the reason had been their obvious rebelling of the government officials. They were the first legion in the history of Fight City to have the pride of establishing a rebellion against those monsters. Fight City had sent out three officials to excavate the town, some secret reportings going on. They were determining whether they would shut down the city. Even though they hid when expedating Haishiama, the three were extremely easy to spot. They looked nothing like the lower class. How would I know? I saw them in town at night, a few nights before it happened. They stuck out manically. They thought that Haishiama was doing illegal dealing with other Localist  regions, they thought. That's what they stated in the speech conference they held for the citizens of Haishiama after the incident. They used that as a sad-ass excuse to bomb the city, concluding the loss of nearly an enitre area. I was one of the few survivors, my family not being one of them. The real reason the bombings had occured was because when the officials were investigating the city, it was already determined they would bomb them. It only just got worse when the Haishiama senate officials had murdered those officials and eliminated the data they collected so that the city would have a vague chance of living against the government. However, they were not aware of the punishment being bombings. A few days between the murders and the bombings occurrence, many guards were brought out of the blue to protect Haishiama from any possible armies. A devastating bomb, the most powerful that has been known to Fight City, The Light Bomb, was launched the day before as a series of inanely powerful, large, nuclear bombs. They went up several miles in the air [Which is nearly out of the world] so no one could see them before it was too late. Luckily, one of the more weak, disjointed , bombs had collasped in a nearby region before the actual Light Bomb series had impacted the city, signaling a pretty decent warning. Our technology was poor, so the best of our abilities was to flee to any region possible that may not risk getting hit. Alas though, due to most people [Including vampires and werewolves, which were few in Haishiama]  being more weak in night and not having as perfect sight, most of 'The Flooding' that was attempted had failed miserably, nearly every single person stood no chance once the first bomb hit out of what was many. My older sister had carried me when we were fleeing at the time after my mother had died, and eventually my four other siblings had died of the nuclear power and/or exhaustion. The last one left was only me. I was the only person in my entire family that was a fallen angel, and I found out at that moment. It was a curse that I abiding death since I work for life. But now, since I am life, I work, in avengement, to abide death once more for all others, this tire city of death, and attain my anticipated requiem, and one day I swear on my lost heart that I will make Fight City remember that night as a hymn, a past, and reconstruct the vile reminder of Fight Cities splendor victim in making the grossing rebellion extinct in their eyes, in their mark. I can only imagine how horrifying it must be now for them to witness such 'malice', discovering that the rebellion was not completed depleted of and will never die. ))

(( CONTINUING OF THIS PASSAGE TO THE PRESENT))

((Even after he released those rare, deadly, bugs and killed the governers brother, we had been lucky that they hadn't executed us at that moment. I imagine it was because they were aware how invincible fallen seraphs are, and they also probably thought the guy teamed up with me was too, a seraph. The only way they could determine that for sure was to run a certain DNA test to locate his supernatural class, if any, but the process takes too long, years at the most [It also requires mailing out the blood sample to a different region] So they attempted to apprehend us at the ceremony, and I didn't stop them. I allowed them to take us off, knowing they wouldn't execute us. It would be simple escaping the low life prisons of Fight City. After the prolonged ceremony had ceased, a few governers had carried us off to an interesting object known as a 'vehicle'. It read on the side, F.C.S.S. .. Well, I had no clue what that meant. But a pretty good clue was that they threw us into a back part of this vehicle and slammed the doors, securing it with locks and guards monitoring us, ready to shoot at any second. Bastards. Like this was going to accomplish anything. If we were really that horrible, then why hadn't they execute us right there? This shit is nothing yet a waste to us all. What awaited us? A gruesome fate? Possibly another conference? How clique. ))
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(( I don't know if this counts as role play or not, but this poem was inspired by roleplay when Karkat got hit by a train. It might sound funny, but it was devastating. ))

(( +Rage Lalonde ))

((The Railroad Tracks




Steadily at momentums seize
Forheited crimson light stains the olden railroad tracks
The railroad tracks of fates avidly forbidden threshold 
If the world is void in focuses alias 
If we are dangerously infected with the notorious emotion of the moment that is nothing more yet an idle of perfection
Then our barrier may be forced to depletion of our privilege whom the guardians  astute towards the state of our sun and body
Where is the destination they may have concluded depart?
Humanities souls have seeringly defunct in their own belonging haven of comfort, too much of sloth remaining in the realm of our distain poise
The cursed stranger spirit of his audacity follows steadily along the condemned path of the railroad tracks
    Intained in a medium of silence, poisonous hush of his plain shaded memory
Primrose tides invaded the zodiac guardian of him
In the fraternity of the torment
His spirit malformed into a vulnerability of that ignoramus human soul
Only due to his nimble denial of weakness 
For the insidious human creature
In the end their unison would result in the humans deterioration once a deception conceited spectacle of the sinners had been abruptly sullied themselves into their individual departion 
For breaking apart two souls as one blind monster is bound to result in punishment more sovern than death itself 
A dispute of retort in that day
An eternity of pain and suffering
The almighty guardian spirit had now been his child
The father separated from the child under deaths grasp 
Quiver under the grasp of his arms in the midst of their dreams
Dreading realities surface
Until they are brought together once more by the sewed yarn of destiny
Will they walk once more as one 
One on one, all until they witness the end of the railroad tracks.))
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((Hopefully. ^ ^ Writing is one of my passions. I wish to get sucessful in it one day. ))
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(("..Great," I mumbled sternly, not remembering how long it had been since I have said that word without sarcasm being intended. We remained silent for the remainder of the time, all until they order each individual up one by one for the gifts. Perfect, this was the first necessary substantial step to making our alliance, our legion, visible and nothing but pride. One of the Senates servants had been carolling  in the maudlin audotorium, rapidly gathering gifts and moving forth without second thought, especially since they were the only person that had been mangling the chains of these savages. Slightly farther ahead of us was a person, whom I guessed was at something called 'age', which determines how many years has been since the day that person had been born. Their age looked fairly young, yet aparentally the congress knew their exact age because they kept badgering the person ignorant of 'age' for a gift, which they didn't know that it was required. As they were violently apphrended by the non-localist 'agents',  I began to sense a strong, distinctive, musky, stench of a werewolf. That idiot was probably about to attempt to maim the unknowing agent. Watching a werewolf transform is not a lovely sight, being very repulsive watching a human transform into a beast within minutes. My avid eyesight kept focus on them as they strolled down the hall by force, a few short gasps were contracted as ebony strone fur grew on their pale, detered, skin, teeth shifting into canines totally, their entire anatomy had gone hay wire and the government couldn't do a thing to control it. The person couldn't control their cries anymore, yelping unpleasantly loud even as they were being forced down by multiple strong men forced them down, pulling out a certain electricity wielding object known as a 'tazer'.  Their skin crawled from the impact, not being used to it, a horrible sight had bedone for all to see, including the childs parents; Their eyeballs spilled on the concrete floor. No person had the authority to do a single thing about it without being executed. People could only witness, listen to the curdling moans of the miserable beast until one more electrical charge sent them off to Hell. The ceremony continued without hesitation, they even left the dormant body on the blood stained floor, only pushing it to the side like it was a bug. I do not kid when I say anyone from the government are heartless assholes. They do shit like this every single day with no prosecution whatsoever.. I'm fed up. I cannot tolerate this anymore. As the impatient servant had came by our row, every single person, even the guy besides me offered a gift. I let the others pass on their gift, but not his. I did all I could to destroy it, I hit it multiple times with my exprienced arm, attacking it ruthless with my feet until it was only pieces. The man of the rebellion gave me a stare that was mixed with mortification and lividness. It was a vile waste of his Koies. I stood, ignoring the gossiping of the crowd and yelling of the guy. yelling at the servant, "Go ahead, kill me like you did to them. Apparentally I'm a monster too. You spoiled-rotten humans know nothing but assume everything, you assume you are the best, aware of the world around you... That's it. You don't want to be aware of the world around you. You don't want to be aware that thousands of people with beautiful potential fill the Earth and you fill them with faux, waste, and lies only to benefit yourselves! What is that?!? WHAT!?!?" I suddenly shoved the pitiful person in the chest, the chaotic impact seemed like it may have broken a few bones, ruputered some organs, and cause both internal and external bleeding. Quite typical, really. The beyond humiliated brother of governer Keith ran down the isle as fast as his fat-ass self possibly could, not standing a match to a seraph, a fallen angel, because once a seraphs grow the wings of a raven and the eyes that are illuminations of hell, there is nothing that can save such an unfortunate creature from this wicked event.....))
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NOT DYING AND FUCKING YOUR BOYFRIEND.
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BEING BETTER THAN YOUR LAZY MOTHERFUCKING ASS
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Hey there, I'm Mello. My dream is to be first to Near... REALITY IS A BITCH. 
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Owned a Death Note, Screwed a guy when I was a teen.
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M, Mello, -Mary- FUCK YOU, ADMIN., MELLYKINZ, Melly