Heroic Figures: Redux ~ Forum Rp { Cancelled }

Right now its 12:15

 

So 1 hour behind me

 

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Damn Jesus RP would be lit

 

Nevermind, you said she has no followers (somehow). Is she rich though?

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Dis you really come back from the dead to critizize other people's character?

 

This would be even better also hi

 

It'd would probably happen, if at least accidentally.

 

Jojo RP when?

 

You make it. Or get H0Y to.

 

Hold on lemme get another body bag

Now that's more like it

 

Yeah she’s supposed to be 1000+ :[[[[[

 

I'm calling the FBI

 

yes what is it

o no you caught me

 

Yeet

 

Spoiler: what am i doing

I was born into a family of non-yeeters.

Every morning before I went to school my father would say, "if I ever find out that you've hit that yeet, I'll thump ya." "Yes, pa," I would always reply. It was a regular occurrence for him to burst into my room unannounced while I was relaxing or doing my homework. "Y'all hitting that yeet?" he would seeth. "No, pa," I would answer. "Good." He would then walk out of the room and shout, "if I ever catch ya, it's a thumpin'." It was a difficult upbringing. I had seen my friends hittin' that yeet at school, and many of them encouraged me to partake. I would swallow my pride. "No, thanks. I don't want to catch a thumpin' from pa." As a result, I was an outcast. A loner. I became depressed, knowing that I would never be like my peers, that I would never fit in - I would never hit that yeet. One day, when I was still but a wee lad, I became curious. I was in my room, watching Instagram videos of fellas my age hittin' that yeet all over town without a care in the world. My intentions got the better of me. I stood up, my knees trembling. Carefully, I leaned onto my right foot and raised my hand in the air. I breathed in. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" My father burst from my closet. "I told you I'd thump ya if I ever caught you hitting that yeet,” he yelled. Then, he thumped me. I haven't hit that yeet since. •• Until today. This morning was my father's funeral. At the procession, my brother asked me to say a few words. I told him I only needed one. With confidence, I approached the podium. I gazed out upon the gathering of sad faces. I cleared my throat and leaned into the microphone. "Yeet," I spake. Suddenly, my father leapt from his hand-crafted mahogany coffin, the gunshot wound still in his chest. He sprinted up to the podium with the energy of a man without a gunshot wound in his chest. "Y'all hittin' that dirty fuckin' yeet at my funeral?" he shrieked. He raised his hand to thump me. "Not so fast, pa." I grabbed his hand. "Yaint thumpin' no mo'." My father looked at me with eyes as open as the gunshot wound in his chest. A tear fell from his right eye.

"No mo' thumpin’.”

 

She doesn't gather followers. There might be people who treat her as their leader, but she doesn't treat them as followers.

Come back fully pls? >.>

Hold on, that was the first edition. Let me,edit in the second edition. xD

1000+ is legal!

 

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Remember that time when you said something about a power to remove people's clothes?

 

only for you bb <3 I’mma just chill and watch dis thread tho fr

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But is she rich?

Maybe make a character and watch the thread better that way?

 

yes, because some times she asks for money while healing. :p

^^

 

Okay...you gonna finish the application?