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Zero Reaper member of RPG for 8 years

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153,711 words written.
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10 posts per roleplay.
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28 universes joined.
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Zero Reaper
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10 Oct 2010
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Conversation Starter

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World Builder

Created your first non-default location in an RPG universe!

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Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

Friendly Beginnings

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Wrote over 80,000 total words!

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Lifegiver

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6 created.
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Universes Created

Dark Empire - A Code Geass RP

Nunnally and Zero have disappeared. Schneizel is Emperor. A dark shadow has been cast over the world. What - and who - will it take to lift it?

The Knight and the Angel

[1x1] The world ended not with a bang, but with a whimper. Now, alone in these endless, despairing lands, two ageless travelers must remain human long enough seek out their destiny in the ruins of the world...

Wandering The Desert Of Time

We came from all different times. We remember very little of who we are. But we know that we must make the journey. And we want you to join us.

The Last Age

Marred lands and corrupt leaders are no longer worth fighting to protect. So at the end of all things, what will you stand for? [1x1]

Code Geass: Dark Crusade

The Holy Britannian Empire is slowly becoming corrupt once more. A reformed Black Knights is rising up against the Britannians as they launch a crusade to conquer the world once more. Who - and what - will stop them?

Armored Core: Post FA Era

ORCA has fallen to the League, and a small mercenary squad - now the last threat to the corporations - are running for their lives from the corporations. Armored Core belongs to From Software (http://www.fromsoftware.jp/en/).

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Gai Havelock



Of all the things about this place that he hated, Gai's cell had to be close to the top of the list.

It was tiny. Perhaps three by four meters - a bed in one corner, a makeshift desk in another (a few milk crates and some sheets of plywood went a long way), the door in the third, and his coat hanging on a nail beaten into the wall in the fourth. He could barely stretch his legs, let alone get a good run in. His first priority after getting out of here would be to go for a good run in the rain. Rain would be nice.

Oh, the things you miss when you're trapped in Hell.

He was sitting at his desk, as he so frequently was, this time poring over a 'borrowed' map of G-Ward's ventilation systems. It had taken him four weeks to sneak into the guards' office and steal it, but it was worth it, without question. A pen in hand, he scribbled notes in his own bizarre shorthand, denoting entrances and exits and choke points and angles of attack. Everything was, thankfully, going as planned.

At least, thus far.

He heard a familiar voice at the door, and smiled, getting up; she was clever enough to know not to be followed, so he wouldn't need to conceal his map in the hidden panel in his desk. He stepped over to the door, smiling; as usual at this time of morning, he was fully-dressed in a white suit and bow tie, the suit's right sleep pinned in to minimise its movement.

Obtaining any given set of clothing took him about a solid month of negotiations with the guards, so he made sure that they were nice - a range of suits and a few more casual items, in addition to his characteristic lightweight longcoat. That said, he generally didn't wear that unless on official Resistance business or in combat.

"And how are you this morning, Yuki?" he asked, sliding his door open and gesturing behind him, inviting her inside. He'd gotten used to doing such things with only his left arm available; for a moment, the tiniest bit of anger flashed within him at the thought, but it subsided. He'd allowed this to happen to himself, after all. It was her or him.

The question of why he'd chosen her, however, still remained.