Night at the Roxbury Edition
Prior thread: >>1249284
Like some sort of Tokyo fever dream, the walls of the ERP Nightclub scream with neon and flicker with images - none of which are safe for work. The whole place pounds with a rough, driving bass, which echoes out all around. This is where the action moves after the beach. A dance floor dominates the place, right in the center, some sort of neo-disco collage of flashing lights sectioned off in squares, the bright lights glinting off whatever sweaty bodies shuffle on top. A good place to pack tight, with throbbing hearts and hard-ons.
Overlooking that dance floor is a little retreat: a terrace surrounding it, the metal rails cool and the glass below them hard, keeping people from falling through in a stupor. Cocktail tables and low lighting keep things intimate up there, while a broader platform hangs over the entrance, complete with a suite of couches and chairs that you could just sink into. From there, you can see the poles ready for dancers just beyond the dance floor, with enough space for eager molestors to hop up and join the fun.
Of course, no nightclub is complete without its bar service. Modern, clean, and classy: there's a full range of drinks for those who need some more subtle lubrication before they spill theirs. The stools are also the perfect height for any sort of creative monkey-business patrons might get up to: the signs around the place even suggest such an act, and multiple positions for it.
So, get down and dirty, at the ERP Nightclub.
Miyafuji ready for the night life!~
Just posting to ask how you guys enjoyed Ram tonight? I really like her ️ I have stuff planned for her too!
Don't lose yourself yet! We barely started~
I wish I was there licking that throbbing cock, tasting any precum and then sucking you down my throat and you feeding me~
Mmmmm, Now, spit on your hand naughty boy. And wrap that wet hand around that cock, squeeze it and don't do a thing! Just hold it there, imagine my mouth wrapped around it, my tongue on the base. I would push against it with my tongue
Imagine me doing so and squeeze, every squeeze you give yourself is really my wet warm tongue pushing against that aching dick you have~
After you do that for a little start stroking very very slow~ And you better be cupping those balls to cutie~
>Does a rail grind.
I'm here for the extreme role play.
You should see me at my best
Or maybe my worse, im not sure
>finds himself rudely awoken by the sudden pumping bass and he sees he's no longer on his towel at the beach. Instead he's curled on a glimmering dance floor while the sounds of people laughing and chatting fill the air. He feels a bit sad realizing that his little sand drawing was gone.
W-well, this is new.. I think? It looks like this place is coming alive though.
Very good boy! I love naughty boys like you!
Mmm Now start going a little faster! Work that cock and tug on those balls for me~
I would be throating you right about now<3
And it any precum leaks out just smear it on your cock~ Moan for me too! Moan and say thank you~
Thank me over and over! I am a cute girl after all~
Letting you stroke that sexy dick to me. Hehe, thank you for letting me watch you! But thank me, because I think it's sexy you naughty boy!~
"COMRADES! FREE VODKA ON TRUCK FROM FRIEND VLADIMIR!"
>Vladimir yelled as he rolled up in his GAZ 52p, filled to the brim of the truck with the USSR's Vodka given to him after the war. Clearly audible hard bass being emitted from the speakers, practically deafening to anyone outside.
>He'd get out of the car and onto it's side, holding up the first vodka.
>She literally sucks that bad.
>No quotation marks, no periods. no actions, poor words, no tone of fear of getting caught.
Ah hello there!
>He yells over the crowd of people, towards the sound.
Very good boy~!
You'll do anything right? Anything at all to please me? Because I want you to do two more things for me. I really really want you to do them cutie! So will you please?! I don't know if you will like the next thing I want you to do so you have to promise you will! Promise me, keep stroking that cock and promise this girl who controls you!
I control you right? So then tell me you will do anything! Say you're my little cute toy to control!~
I'm giving instructions though cutie!
And going to sleep right after!
I know you love it <3
>he looks over and marvels at the man's impressive hairstyle.
Hello, good sir! Enjoying the festivities? My name is Jiro, and you are..?
>No, I am not. I despise this. I remember when we were back on /b/, it was straight to the point, lewd fun for us all.
>Then we just move to /trash/, and suddenly shitposting and terrible ERP and RP in GENERAL is coveted. What the hell happened. Oh, it's /trash/, /trash/ is considered high quality, a reversal of poles.
Do you really want a response that badly?
While the truck's constant booming swells under the nightclub's superior systems, little take notice to the screaming Russian - those outside either too drunk, or wary of Greek gifts, especially alcoholic ones - except for a couple of bouncers. The two meatheaded men nod to one another, uncrossing their arms as they walk over, hulking muscles rippling while they storm up to him.
"Beat it, bud," one growls, his gravelly voice raised against the competing music.
"We don't wanna hurt ya, but you've gotta either park and pay for your drinks, or get lost," the other has a higher voice, but his eyes stare right at the man, without a hint of human compassion glinting in them.
I love controlling easy boys like you!
The next thing I want you to do is when you leak pre cum next, I want you to take your finger and scoop up as much of that precum as you can. Then, I want you to take it and place i right on that sexy tongue of yours~
Suck your finger and moan! Imagine me watching you and playing with my breasts and moaning while you do it, because I love it when boys do such naughty things like that!!
Mmmm, and then play with your precum some too! And after that, I want you to jerk as hard as you can for me!
Stick out your tongue like a cute little doggy while you stroke too~
The names JP, nice to meet you Jiro. Say, I dont think I've ever seen a species likes yours before...
I have been looking for someone but to no avail.
Hehe, good boy!
Don't forget to pant like a puppy too~
Pant, moan, tug your balls hard and stroke that fat cock harder!! Moan, get super close!
I'm going to give you a countdown and at the end you cum! Understand?!
Faster! Play with your balls more!
Moan! Say thank you!
Pretend you're kissing me and kiss the air~
Don't forget tongue while you kiss! I love tongue~
Ahh~ Anon! Mmm!
Half way there! Go harder!
Come on! Thrust your hips into that hand! Fuck your hand like you would me!
So close! Oh anon! I think I'm going to cum with you! Ah~ It feels so good!
Mmmm Anon! Almost there! All I have to say is......Mmmm!
Come on, keep going! Harder! Faster! The countdown isn't over yet!!
"JP"? What a fascinating name. Do does letters stand for something or is it simply a cool nickname? Ahh, and as for what I am, I am a species known as sergal. A race noted for it's similarities to planet Earth's wolves, sharks, and raptors.
>Seated on one of the bar's stools, a small glass of rum swirling about in a clenched hand, a familiar voice calls out to the Sergal inspecting the new environment.
I'll say it is. It is pretty jarring to go from the crackle of a campfire to a "hammer in a blender" dubstep song, but whatever brings this place back to life is fine by me.
Beasts all over the thread.
You'll become a furry sooner or later.
Her name is Shego. You realize you are spilling that on yourself.
Mmmm~ Me too!
Very good boy!
Good boy good boy~
Come on! Almost there! How many numbers? I think I was on 4!
Just a bit more anon! Imagine having all of me!
Come on! Get ready to shoot that thick load for me!
I'm right in front you sexy! Cum all over me~ Coat me, moan for me!
Oh god! Mmmm! Anon!! Ahhh~
Oh fuck! Mmmm, ahh..... Fuck... I came too.. I came so hard for you!
Mmmmm... Thank you <3
I-I wouldn't say all over. I believe that myself, Angelisa, and Rhin are the only beastkin who frequent this place.
If I wasn't about to sleep I would! Maybe you can just pretend and stroke your brains for me though <3
>This isn't ERP anymore. It's worse than that.
>It's only TALKING, no action marks, I.E
>I sounded pist off clear as day, a disgruntled and grisly expression, people sneering nearby.
>No "quotation marks." or anything of substance from you.
Nah, doesn't stand for nothing, just the name I got when I was growing up, but some call me "Sweet JP". Earth? Cant say I've ever visited that planet, but hat probably explains why I haven't seen any of your species around the galaxy.
So you explore space? Truly?! Tell me, sir JP, have you heard word of a planet named Tal, surrounding the star Vilous?
You vile creatures are nothing but a plague on Yharnham.
Mmmm good~ I would love to do it again sometime! <3
(You're welcome! I'm really glad it was good! It was for me too! I'm going to sleep now, so night! See you around naughty boy <3)
>IT SUCKED. I'M FUCKING APPALED BY THIS.
Have you now? Well, it is kind of hard not to notice something when it is right in my face like that an-oh my...that is quite lovely.
>he looks over to the voice calling out to him as he responded, squinting to make the figure out through the dancing crowd
D-dubstep? Is that what they call this noise? It pounds my eardrums and I can scarcely hear myself think!
I... I do apolgoize but I don't believe I've heard of this "Yharnham". How can I be a plague to it?
Exploring..? Ehhh...I wouldnt call myself a space explorer, more of just a thrill seeker; a racer that just hops around looking to race. Cant say I've ever heard of that system before...the only planets I know are the barren dust bowls I've raced on. Why do you ask?
>He goes to respond, but once a deafening bass drop explodes throughout the club, he realizes the effort would be pointless.
>Instead, he decides to simply raise his free arm high into the air and wave the beastman over.
All beasts come from depths of our churches underbelly.
And you to shall be hunted, by my axe or the other tools of us hunters. Your reign has come to a end.
No particular reason. I just happen to hail from it. You say you're a racer? Now that is a bold choice of lifestyle. How does it treat you? Are you famous on any circuits?
>he nods and makes his way over, deftly dodging the figures caught in the thralls of the beat and finds himself besides the anon
I assure you, sir, I am not of this Earth. I also assure you that threats shouldn't be made lightly against a sergal.
And hello to you!
Just relaxing for a while, i went to the cinema today~!
Ara~ Is that the case, then? Very well... That is not the exact purpose that I had in mind, from the first time I arrived up until this point. For now, however... I cannot divulge such information. All I can declassify is that I arrived for alike reasons~
And you're quite an eyecatcher yourself... Tell me, Hayate~ Have you ever... participated in any lewd activities with other boys?
Your words aught but ramblings of some higher form of madness.
Be still in body, I shall end your life with a grain of dignity.
>He sank his head into his shirt.
Hey weird demon thing.
Oh, so your origin planet? I gotcha. Yea, its pretty much all i've done in my life. The money doesnt matter to me as long as I get a thrill from the race. I recently partook in the most dangerous race called "Redline" where theres no rules, and all that matters is getting to the finish line. I barely made it out with my life, but now a lot of people know me, so I'm just laying low for a bit to avoid the crowds. What about you? What do you do around here?
>He settles and leans his back against the cool bar counter as the hulking figure staggers his way through the crowd until he's situated next to him.
I bet you're loving the nightlife segment of our culture, huh? And there's no need to separate the two. You were right before. Dubstep and noise are interchangeable.
>He puts the rim of the glass to his lips and takes a brief sip.
I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this already, but how's life been treating ya, big guy?
I want to see Hayate make love to another boy...
>slips your wallet from your pocket
You accuse me of madness? You, who would so boldly challenge a creature he has little knowledge of!?
I-is that an issue? I've no reason to navel gaze anymore, I'm afraid.
Now that sounds like quite the lifestyle, sir JP! I would say you're a veritable Daredevil! A-ahh, I would say my reason to be here would be the same as you in a way, keeping myself away from the hustle and bustle of crowds and such.
>he climbs up on a stool and sits on it an awkward position, his hands and feet both on the seat of the stool as if he were some gargoyle keeping watch
The noise is quite bothersome but everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so I'll keep my grumblings to myself. And yes my life has been absolutely wonderful since you've given me the courage and reason to confess to her! I owe you a debt of the greatest gratitude!
Just posting real quick before work to see how everyone's doing and I'm off...
>makes you lose a million subs in one day
Yes, it is, how did you know?
(hey guys, do you hate me or something? I never get any anons to fuck me, i see every other avafag gettin a ton of anons almost immediately, i think im just uh, going to leave)
>A grin spreading across his face and a most likely inaudible chuckle leaving his throat, he looks back up to the sergal, index finger gently tapping the rum-filled glass.
Jiro, if there's one thing I and everybody else in this place knew, it's that that step would have been taken eventually.
>He takes another swig.
No sense and giving me credit for the inevitable.
Beasts are creatures of perilous emotion nothing more then a scourge on humanity's wit.
You are mad to think that this would come to any outcome then us hunters purifying you plague ridden rats.
Was it truly so inevitable, friend anon? Was it.. dare I say, one of those destined romances? W-woah!
>he moves himself a little and the shift in weight causes the stool to spin a little, making him loose his balance a bit
>a growl builds in his throat
I am not plague ridden!
I apologize profusely!
>(all those replies
Korra is popular! Popular!!)
>Rosa gets closer to you, almost until your noses bump together, and she whispers
Then you better be a good boy~
>She slaps your face and giggles
You know it be true.
Already I see that feral look, the lust for blood.... It's stench wafts like the stink of the sewers.
Ara, "thick"...? I'd like to think my body is just fine... Maybe it's my chest and backside that makes me appear fuller?
Youre helping already, but i must go, sweet precious, disgusting jiro, see you some other day
I'd say destined is an understateme-
>He almost spits his drink out in a fit of laughter at the sight of the otherworldly creature fighting a losing battle with a barstool. Once he finally calms down, he sets his glass on the counter.
See, stuff like that is how we knew it was coming. When you block out everything around you just thinking of her.
Do not bevel with me beast.
You killed them all....even my wife....
YOUR ALL THE SAME!
>It seems the thread has entered a boss fight. What shall you do?
But Anon, if you touch...you might die.
Ah, such vulgar words! You have no reservations with being so wanton, I see...
Ahh, if only I were to be in the mood for such ostentatious activities...
Ara~ It won't be a simple hurdle to allow you to have all I can offer, though...
By all means, enjo it as much as you'd like~
>She scratches her chin while looking down to you
Hmm... Haven't thought of that... What do you think you're worth, boy?
True, you could cum on her body, from a safe distance of course. Her skin would kill your sperm though, suck the life right out of them.
>slaps the glass away and eats your face
>The glass shatters, its one purpose in life ignored, right after a messy divorce with the champagne flute he met during the drinks service of '07, where she won custody of the tumbler he'd sired.
(Sorry for the late responses, my router crapped out on me)
Yes, farewell to you, you errm.. terrible thing! Smell you later! I hope I'm doing this right..
>he regains his balance but his face is positively flushed, his ears drooped in embarrassment and his claws beginning to dig into the fabric of the seat, hoping to prevent another mishap like that
I-I'm afraid it cannot be helped. Though I honed my mind to be as sharp as the knives and blades my species use, it would seem only she can shake my very core and make me feel as a pup.
W-wait! W-why the sudden change in music!?
>he leaps forward almost like a rocket and he quickly turns
>She giggles and then lays down on her bed
Hehe, why don't you show me what you can do with your tongue tonight? and maybe you'll get to do some more next time~
>It seems the boss had taken offense at your comment. What already wasn't terrible is now even angrier.
>He charges you axe and gun in hand.
>What shall you do?
>Pertrubed at his quarry he pulls the trigger of his hunter pistol. He lays down a torrent of fire in your direction and into the crown.
>He's not stopping
>What shall you do?
>He let out a soft breath of amusement at the sight of the hulking beastman reduced to the state he was in. Leaning forward, he reassures the embarrassed sergal.
You know, you really shouldn't feel so bad about letting yourself loose like that. When I see that, I see someone who has not only changed, but changed for the better.
>he leaps back from the shots and gives himself some distance between him and hunter, watching him carefully
Very well, anon. I wish you the best!
>the stool lets out a squeak as it spins just a bit, causing him to stiffen and try and keep his balance
Is that so? Is such a metamorphosis so obvious?
>He leans back against the counter, picking up the glass again and taking another sip.
Well you did say your race was generally violent, brutish, and primarily focused on conquest, right?
>Watching the beast flee from his quicksilver bullets continued to anger the hulking giant of a man. Hit let loose his axe the handle stretching it to the size of a halberd.
>it's seems he is approaching with intent to kill.
>You can't dodge forever.
>What shall you do?
>She smiles as you kiss and lick her, giggling a bit
>he notices the bartender eyeing him, expecting an order and he places an order for juice, which only causes the bartender to squint even further before going to get him his drink
Yes, that is true. A dreadfully frightening lot they are. Not without their nobility or virtue, but, lost amongst their savagery.
What form of accusation is this!? I assure you my relationship with little sister Ashley and friend Anzu is of pure platonicism! It was simply an observation! I was under the impression that such establishments had restrictions, is all. Goodness...
>he swallows the lump in his throat and makes a mad dash towards the hunter
Gives me an idea...
If we can construct a canonical space for ERP stuff, people can add location tags to their posts, meaning we can wander about as we like!
>@ leftmost seat of bar
>If Micolash was here he'd scoff at your blind bravery....and stupidity.
>The hunter swings his terrible axe your way.
>Seems you have a moment for another action before he cleaves you.
>What shall you do?
That's plausible, but, chances are some people will just disregard/won't be aware of the fact that there's already a canon area for (E)RP scenes. I'd definitely give it a try, though.
That's rather vague but the idea is there.
The OP should have a crude or not so crude drawing of what the place looks like and where's what stuff when theme is presented. You know like those overlook maps in games with locations. But I doubt we have drawfags so writing is fine as it is. OP is honestly pretty good writer the way he does this.
Kudos to you man for doing this.
>he rolls forward under the swing, hoping to get himself positioned to attack from behind while he recovers from swinging such a large weapon
>Stopping mid-swig, he lowers the glass back down.
Don't you see? The fact that you can even call your own race such things without so much as a second thought shows that you've changed.
And being from a place that finds the things your race lives for as wrong, the fact that you've not only connected with people, but found one to call your own is proof positive that you've changed for the better.
Well, a more reliable idea might be to have some sort of online map with characters as placable pieces, so if I want to indicate to everyone "hey I'm at the leftmost barstool" I'll place my "Makoto" piece there.
Kind of like a Roll20 game, except Roll20 seems like too much work to set up for both host and client.
I could make a crude 3D map fairly easily and flesh it out into something semi-realistic looking later if I can be bothered, though it'd be best viewed in 2D, slice-by-slice if there's multiple floors
Canon locations and them being used sounds like a good idea, honestly, OP's writing (It's Miyafuji, isn't it?) is pretty good at describing where stuff is.
The problem is not many people seem like they'd go along with it...
>It seems you dogged correctly.
>His long wind up has left him exposed, it seems the perfect opportunity for a /CHARGED R2/
>Maybe even a /VISCERAL ATTACK/
>What shall you do?
Very drunk and tired Miyafuji checking in, no I have not written OP's for cafe, beach or this OP. Merely part 2-3 of cafe and sunset edition continuations of the ideas since I'm loving these.
If only I had a drawing tablet I could muster some map drawings.
I wish to see your 3d-2d mappings!
The tokens on a map thing seems like it'd be barely used given how many anons there are and with how many people just come in here for something quick then bolt.
Sounds fun to me but I really don't know how much it'd be used
>the bartender returns with his order, muttering under his breath as he walks away
Thank you, friend anon. You words ring true. I have succeeded in becoming something more than a violent beast. What of you? How is your tenure in this place? This...strange place that seems to change on a whim.
>he realizes that this is his chance, and so he strikes with a /VISCERAL ATTACK/
>he smiles at being petted
That is fortunate. I'm afraid that I've no desire for those of the same gender, regardless.
Fat neckbeard here so stubbing my toe on a brick isn't happening since I never go outside. Same with dropping my phone while running won't happen since I don't run. And my waifu can't get pregnant so no kids falling to premature deaths.
>Craning his neck back for one final swig, he gulps the rest of the tingly liquid down and rests the empty glass on the counter.
I would just say I'm well adapted to this place. You're kinda forced to adopt a 'go with the flow' attitude if you wanna find enjoyment around here.
Like I said before, as long as this place has life, I'm happy. That's as much as I can ask for as an observer.
I HOPE TO ERADICATE YOUR KIND ENTIRELY, VERMIN.
TRASH GARBAGE DISEASE PLAGUE BLIGHT
YOU ARE AIDS HIV INCARNATE AS A HUMAN FUCKING BEING
>Your hand punctures the bottom of his fleshy back, a shower of blood and gore spraying out over you as you rip your claws out of him.
>He didn't like that.
>Before your eyes he transforms into a wild, fur covered werewolf.
>Beast are weak to /FIRE/ and /OIL/
>What shall you do?
>not wishing to fall or spin, he instead leans his snout over to his drink and laps it up with his tongue
Understandable. Yes, this place is quite amorphous, I'd say. It was a beach earlier today and now it's a nightclub! I can only wonder what will become of it tomorrow.
>he leaps back a bit and grabs a nearby drink from a partygoer, apologizing as he did so. He tears off a bit of a rag nearby and stuffs it into the bottle and then he grabs a nearby cigarette to light the rag making a /MOLOTOV/ which he throws at the beast
As long as it's no-
>A bass drop reverberates the ground under them.
As long as-
>A blaring DJ airhorn immediately follows
>The crowd erupts in a deafening cheer. He closes his eyes and grits his teeth in frustration.
As long as it's somewhere quiet, I couldn't care less.
>The make shift bomb hit dead center into his chest, the flames engulfing the poor beast into a blaze.
>The transformed father, with on final howl fell to the ground disapating into a ethereal cloud.
>You have gained:
>1,800 /BLOOD ECHOES/
>/ODEON TOMB KEY/
>A small lamp appeared in the middle of the dance floor.
>Good job hunter.
A petite young girl with short hair and a slim build walks on the stage with the stripper pole. She is dressed in a cut off tank top, a pair of panties and stripper heels. She dances to the music. She's skinny but has some move. She climbs the stripper pole and hangs upside down while doing the splits before slowly sliding down the pole.
>he has his ears clamped tight in his hands and his head on the bar bench waiting for the noise to end
I agree wholeheartedly! How do these humans cope with such racket?! Or perhaps my acute sense of hearing is making me more sensitive to such noise?!
>performs Hunter's Rally
>walks over and activates the lamp
(That was really quite cool, I had fun! Good job on the character and the fight!)
>He clenches the empty glass, on the verge of white-knuckling it as the noise relentlessly pounds against his eardrums without end.
>Finding a moment of relative reprieve, he lets out a relieved sigh.
No, Jiro, it's just as bad as you think it is. I think this is one of the few things where there isn't a big species divide.
>As he goes to look at the state of his drink to ask for another refill, his eyes glance over his watch, widening upon seeing the time.
Whoa! Who thought I'd spend all night talking to a sergal?! Sorry, Jiro, but I've gotta bounce.
>He hurriedly gathers up his coat from the stool next to him and extends a hand towards the beastman.
Great talking to you again, Jiro.
>he takes the anon's hand with one hand and shakes it, only for him to lose his balance and fall forward on his face, his feet still clinging to the stool
Oof! Yes, it was great speaking with you as well, friend anon! Farewell!
>he ends up just kind of laying there at such an awkward angle, while the bartender just berates him further for his silliness
>she spun around the pole and gracefully dismounted on to her bare feet. She turned her back to the crowd and began to twerk. She had a very tight ass but she deserved an A for effort and enthusiasm.
>she faced the crowd and got on her knees. She still gyrated to the music as she tore open her tank top revealing her itty-bitty titties and her hard nipples.
>she removed her tank top and threw it towards a lucky patron. Now wearing only her panties she playfully covered her nipples before rolling backward and grabbing the pole with her feet. She rose to her knees arching her back against the pole. She stood up and while gripping the pole flipped upside down and executed the splits and held her legs open for an extended amount of time before sliding back down.
>stuffs the $100 bill in her garter and throws the dildo back at you
>she leaned against the pole and slowly slid her hand in to her panties. She licked her lips as she touched herself. Her hips slowly rocked back and forth as her hand went further in to her panties. After a short while she pulled her hand out of her panties and slowly licked her fingers.
>She turned her back to the audience and slowly bent at the waist while sliding her panties down to her ankles revealing the tiniest of g-string panties. She stepped out of her panties and turned to face the crowd while playfully sniffing them before throwing them to the crowd.
I wanna break something, I'm angry that I hesitated at getting into a really good flat again and it disappeared faster than I expected ;m;
>he manages to get up, face bloodied and bruised by the beating he'd taken from the sex toy. Shaking, anon pulls out another hundred and weakly throws it at the stage, before he slips into a blood loss-induced comatose. Oddly, however, he looked content. He was about to die, sure -- but despite this, his face was marked with a certain indescribable happiness.
Well, >>>/tg/45172529 just happened, so I guess that's a thing...
To anyone I was playing with last night my bad, I feel the fuck asleep after taking one too many shots of jack daniels.
We can continue whenever you want.
In other news good morning everyone
Who wants to help me deflate these balls?
To be fair I can fuck blanc and filia anytime I want, I don't remember who else I was teasing/playing with after that some anons I think
Don't lewd my esdeath!
I'll wait patiently and hope that anon comes back and he wasn't just waiting for me to respond so he could cuck me on purpose.
Oh yeah, again I was fairly intoxicated I don't remember everything I do/did. Plus I was playing with Hayate in private on top of all the thread stuff, I know I at least finished that session and forced him to cum.
Aw okay I'll wait till a thread or two later and then we can work with that theme of whatever someone decides.
Thats what you want me to to believe, getting up my hopes and dreams
>Aw okay I'll wait till a thread or two later and then we can work with that theme of whatever someone decides.
I don't think the theme will really matter when you just put yourself in the managerial position of whatever the place will be.
What about Rom and Ram?
I should yeah.
I tend to be the most knowledgeable when it comes to relationships/shipping/paparazzi stuff
I keep up the threads a lot.
Two at once? That'd be a lot I don't think I played with them, though I'm completely not opposed to it
Well it wouldn't make sense to be a manager of a beach
Yup I have had lots of character development from when I originally started.
I've had my fair share of share of drama but I've managed to fix myself and become clear.
I'm looking for a website that's proving impossible to find. I'd be surprised if it doesn't exist though.
What I need is something where I can upload a map, anons can move tokens around on the map, and those anons do not have to log into or download anything.
Plenty of loginless downloads, plenty of downloadless logins, but nothing anonymous and in-browser.
Sure more than a few are still lurking about a lot of them still are in the IRC or the Discord.
Only a few can I think of that have entirely left. I can tell you now any lore you wish to know
For goodness sake, the two most viable-looking sites I've come across so far have both been replaced with placeholder advertisement sites... in Chinese.
Roll20 requires login, and does the particular task I have in mind rather poorly.
No there was never an alma elma poster back on /b/
They were in a lot of ways far more dead than they are now. Since it was on /b/ we could only post when we had enough people to constantly bump the threads. We'd have 2 to 3 threads a night it was a huge struggle.
Constant people who spam skat or cirno posting. Tons and tons of drama than we had before. The IRC was a huge drama whole people constantly shit talking each other in the threads as anons.
I wake up some time ago, so I'm here.
>Is asleep under a bar stool, covered by a black blanket to hide her position inside the nightclub
With Blanc here and people mentioning Rom and Ram, that's really deceptive..
Plus I have a new character specifically for you lined up, fu fu fu.