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Threadmarks: Dispatch Jumpchain - This is SDN, how may we help you? -1
I regret, ever filling out, that gods be damned, jumpchain fourm.
Sure, get bored, go online, find a random jumpchain for something you like, 'Oh, what's this? It's got an interactive version? Might as well!'
Now I'm stuck here, Hellena Robertdotir, Mecha-Man.
That's right, imaginary people...
This is the Index thread.
An Example Showcase
Various Tags: "Worm", "Op MC", "Genderbender", "Cannon? What Cannon?".
Chaptername 1 - LINK
Chaptername 2 - LINK
Chaptername 3 - LINK
Premise:
This is an Example of what one of the stories will look like.
KOBENI GOD MODE TAYLOR
Various...
“Ah, Miss Sparda.” Ozpin greeted me as the doors to the elevator open, his eyes roamed me for a moment as he took a habitual sip from his seemingly bottomless mug. “How nice of you to join me.” His glasses flash when he adjusted them, his cane mockingly staying still in the air before he rested...
"Oh!"
I jolted, turning away from the door I was attempting to quietly close.
"Heyyyyy…" I waved slowly to Pyrrha and Jaune, I wasn't entirely ready to show off the new fit but… "I was just coming back after…" I trailed off, gesturing to my outfit.
Watching my previous close completely turn...
'Sparda.'
I replaced god with my grandfathers name like I was from Fortuna, though I suppose I could be forgiven when I look like this.
Bags so deep that I'm practically Sanctus on his deathbed.
'I look like shit.'
Though I suppose that's to be expected when you wake up from a dream via...
Threadmarks: Mission 08 - Do you dream, of Velvet Rooms?
The next time I was conscious, I was somewhere I had never been before, but heard and read many a things about. Blue everywhere, flashing light settling across my closed eyes as some machinery hummed around me.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room."
My eyes opened and fell upon a rather long nosed man...
Jaune's form had majorly improved after the weeks of practice with Pyrrha, let alone all the instruction he was getting from upper classman. Right now, all that was left was for him to find his semblance.
"This, is the part, where you lose." Cardin was pushing down on a kneeling Jaune who had...
I'd say I've been here for around a couple of days, and I think I was settling in nicely with my new reality. And I'm already tired of fucking team CRDL and their bullshit. So much so, that with their fucking collage frat boy attitude's, I had taken it upon myself to force an issue out of the...
I leaned back, letting the same speech that graced my ears over and over from rewatches of RWBY wash over me, and resided the urge to reach into my coat and pull out my very own book of poems. Hell, I'd practically memorized Port's story in its entirety by this point, and could easily predict...
My eyes felt heavy as I laid against the pillow, the smooth tone of the Tropical Devil Night Remix letting my mind rest from and decompress a bit before I fully clonked out.
When next my eyes opened, I was swaddled in a cinnamon blanket, and the rhythmic movements of a car going down the road...
"I understand you wanted to see me, Sir?" Ozpin's eyes roamed over the girl, her purple long coat seeming to just mesh well with her hair and complexion. "Yes, thank you for not resisting my colleagues." Not even a flinch from her, 'Interesting.' The girl's eyes seemed to roam around the office...
"I hope you have a landing strategy!" My eyes opened as I heard Alphonse's cheeky voice, no longer did I feel like I was being torn apart atom by atom. Yet, I felt distinctly different as the wind rushed past my head. "Wait, I'm falling?" My voice was different, everything was different. I felt...
"BIRDIE NO!"
Ah, the voice of Lindsay Jones… If I remember correctly as I'm falling to what is almost certain death, she voiced Vanessa Kimball in RVB, Hilda in that one 2014 superhero show RT did and Space Kid in Camp Camp. Funny how in the most dire of situations, those with ADHD can focus on...
TBH, that's basically me writing whatever the hell I feel like on a whim that's losely connected and is not all cohernt in the long run lol
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Have been thinking about it lately though, considering how I'd continue it.
Hello~ Reading "A Healing Hand" and just wondering what this "At Least I'm Not Cliffjumper" fic you were talking about is cuz I can't find it on QQ... Can I has a link?
Engaging with me, if you like something here, will help me to think about it and possibly make more.
Really depends on if the mind goblin decides he's done gargling water and wants to write~