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It's been too long, buddy. Welcome back :hugs:

Hello, everyone. I'm posting to let everyone know that I'm starting to burn out with my writing, and I need to take a break from active roleplay. I don't have a time limit on this, it's just one of those things where you have to wait until you feel the spark again, so it could be days, weeks...

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Oh dude, that was funny, I saw your post and I was like "I like it, but the text is a little oddly spaced" :/ and then I refreshed and you'd spotted the issue already xD Thanks, I love the colouring. I'll take the first (amended) banner! <3 This can be closed, now.

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It was a face off- two women and one man, the last three remaining in the village, and they stood with the frozen fountain between them and eyed one another distrustfully. At least they all knew for sure that they were in the presence of a werewolf, and two of them knew it wasn't them...

[hr] </FONT>Apologies for the delay.<i></i> [hr] <FONT font="Times New Roman">At this point, the last three inhabitants of the village couldn't even be bothered reacting to the corpse of Stefan Archer. They stood above his prone form and clicked their tongues, but to be honest, all of them...

The five remaining villagers, not including the two watchmen and the parson, gathered in the square that morning to discuss their options. There had been at least twenty remaining despite the lynchings and murders, but the population of the village was trickling away as the inhabitants packed up...

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So many dead. Today's corpse was swift to be uncovered as they were conveniently resting in the graveyard where the other victims had been buried. Bren Bartlowe, the villager's gravedigger, was spread-eagled on top of Monty Pendleton's coffin, seemingly pushed inside as an afterthought after...

I did see it after all, and I loved it, too! The bickering bromance between Spock and Bones was so choice.

After the death of James Cade, the bickering in the dwindling village became nearly unbearable. No one could agree this way or that, whether the topic was who the werewolf might be or whether apple or blueberry pie was nicer. Come evening, no one was any closer to identifying a wolf, and it had...

[hr] Please continue the day phase as usual. I am feeling ill and will begin the night phase tomorrow at the scheduled time. [hr]

The village was slow to rise the next day. There were some who feigned illness in an attempt to escape the guilt of yesterday's lynching, but most got up to do their chores, sweep the snow from their doorsteps and meet again to hunt the remaining werewolf. They recognised now that the only...

Filled with confidence, the village hunted their remaining wolf with more surety than their previous attempts. One local offered a convincing argument that filled the villagers with suspicion, and it was for that reason that they now gathered outside in the snow flurries, waiting for Charlotte...

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You, too? xD I was gonna post here saying I watched Star Trek: Into Darkness (and the previous film) because I was going to see Beyond tomorrow. It's not directed by J.J. Abrams :( But I'm hoping it's in keeping with the quality of the other two.

They gathered with vengeance in their hearts, intent on locating at least one of the predators in their midst before the wolves took another innocent. Despite their efforts, no further proof of anyone's guilt emerged, and so it was on conscience that the villagers hunted. By the end of the third...

Yes! My birthday was the 20th of July, and Teigan and Tenile from the site sent me an ebony wand to match the one granted to me on Pottermore. Here is the wand that 'selected' me: And here is the wand they sent: It's real African Gaboon ebony. I was so stoked to get it.

The villagers were unsure of whether or not the silence in the evening boded well or ill, but they slept gratefully, exhausted physically and emotionally after yesterday's mistake. When Hilton Tiwari had failed to turn back into her supposed hideous form, some had burst into tears, and many more...