gta rp

[Gazra]

who was the cop that stopped you

his second name was Buckley, cant remember his first name though

 

[Ricsow]

Yeah I‘ve noticed that the guys in GTA:W always wanna be like healthy and perfect. I remember once that I roleplayed being diagnosed with cancer, and the medics that brought me to the hospital were praising me in LOOC like I was the Roleplay Mesiah that came from the heavens to touch upon GTA:W and how brave I was.

 

[avralwobniar]

Yeah I‘ve noticed that the guys in GTA:W always wanna be like healthy and perfect. I remember once that I roleplayed being diagnosed with cancer, and the medics that brought me to the hospital were praising me in LOOC like I was the Roleplay Mesiah that came from the heavens to touch upon GTA:W and how brave I was.

I got stuck on Chilliad once and they came to me like 4 hours later "Hey thank you so much that scene was so much fun yadda yadda."
People don't RP any long lasting injuries, and they RP out things even less-so on one off injury situations.
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Be happy you went with IMEX instead of literally any other trucking company. The rest are god awful at everything they do.

 

[Niko]

French GTA:W FD is going well.

 

[Deleted member 1405]

i had to kill someone the tried to rob the store i was working at earlier, so that was fun.

 

[dvn]

most of my rp is just sat staring into weather.

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@Trains

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[chronos]

counting down the days until i kick the shit out of @Subeh ’s char again

 

[Subeh]

 

[avralwobniar]

/shoes off please

 

[Tarannus]

Elysian Island

Barely two weeks have passed since the economic downturn.
Work is hard to come by.
Even more so with the office constantly bombarded by criminals.

She takes solace in the few things she has control over.
A coworker brings a gift in the form of a mangled wreck.
The heart and soul of a champion lies enmeshed in twisted steel.

All of it crashes down...

On a still pre-dawn morning - the chill hanging to the ground.
She takes her bicycle to work.
Criminals spot her.

Alone and defenseless.
Pinned under the weight of two - pistols at her head.
No mercy to body or psyche.

It was hours before any of her coworkers spotted the sobbing heap at the front door.

The days since...
A gray fog looms within her mind.
Every trip to her work - her friends - ends up in fearful tears.

Her coworkers comfort as best as they can.
She wants to, but she can't go back.
Not yet, not now.

​

The hospitals are useless. No one responds to her calls for help. Yet, the phone buzzes.

The woman she met on her first dive into the blackness comes forth.
Her presence - a breakwater against the flood of thoughts.
A sign that she isn't defenseless. That she isn't alone.

She tells her story as best as she can.
For the first time in days, she sleeps.
Under the watchful eye of her guardian angel.
​

She has to leave the house.
She has to get stronger.
She has to reclaim her right to be who she is.

​

 

[Subeh]

Elysian Island

Barely two weeks have passed since the economic downturn.
Work is hard to come by.
Even more so with the office constantly bombarded by criminals.

She takes solace in the few things she has control over.
A coworker brings a gift in the form of a mangled wreck.
The heart and soul of a champion lies enmeshed in twisted steel.

All of it crashes down...

On a still pre-dawn morning - the chill hanging to the ground.
She takes her bicycle to work.
Criminals spot her.

Alone and defenseless.
Pinned under the weight of two - pistols at her head.
No mercy to body or psyche.

It was hours before any of her coworkers spotted the sobbing heap at the front door.

The days since...
A gray fog looms within her mind.
Every trip to her work - her friends - ends up in fearful tears.

Her coworkers comfort as best as they can.
She wants to, but she can't go back.
Not yet, not now.

​

The hospitals are useless. No one responds to her calls for help. Yet, the phone buzzes.

The woman she met on her first dive into the blackness comes forth.
Her presence - a breakwater against the flood of thoughts.
A sign that she isn't defenseless. That she isn't alone.

She tells her story as best as she can.
For the first time in days, she sleeps.
Under the watchful eye of her guardian angel.
​

She has to leave the house.
She has to get stronger.
She has to reclaim her right to be who she is.

​

 

[cns - he/him/his]

feminine feet

 

[GothTrad]

 

[dvn]

who the fuck is jay shin
he helped me beat the living shit out of an unruly jew

 

[slick]

 

[ddæ]

 

[Deleted member 243]

a story in three parts

 

[Slöth]

I made this while @Flanders was taking a mad shit.

 

[Denny]

 

[Deleted member 243]

watch out for bigfoot