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Sorta kinda...Guilty? Well, more like towards the people in charge. Why send so many people to die over wars that aren't ours? Next person is currently in the military.

Find Robin. Deliver Charlotte. Acquire friends. Enjoy the party! It'll be easy, right? In the hopes of further enticing Charlotte to follow her to the party Selene had offered to pay for a ride for the both of them. She didn't have her own vehicle. Her father wouldn't allow it, and while his excuse was that she didn't really need one in a town of this size she had the sneaking suspicion that he was using it as an excuse to keep her close to home. Not that she minded, of course. She loved both of her parents, and she knew that her father really loved being around her. It did however make situations like this one a bit more awkward. "

Not guilty. I worked pretty well in groups but my military background gave me the ability to advocate for everyone to contribute. Next poster has a negative view of the military.

TW: Self harm Under the dim, orange light of the old basement bulbs the chisel drove into the wood surface of the workbench with a satisfying, rhythmic thwup, thwup, thwup then a quieter, softer sound. The manufactured toy felt the sudden sharp pain and accompanying ache as the chisel's square edge dug into the back of their hand. Dylan looked down, curious about how they'd missed that badly. It seemed to them that the should have hit a finger, or a knuckle, maybe between two knuckles. Instead, the flat steel was outlined in seeping, dark blood about an inch behind the web between their thumb and forefinger. Dylan flexed their hand,

The carrier thrusters roaring overhead, Emily called back, "On it, Ya," while her body rolled and the dizzying stimulation between her legs mad her gasp into the comms. With the drone hacked, Emily routed the connection directly to her cyber, bypassing Scylla. When she jumped the Hive frame, she would have to trust her partner to follow the simple command and get to the carrier, she wouldn't be plugged in to give any more complex commands. The ferocious eight-meter tall BioFrame wasn't really large enough to stand toe-to-toe with more brutally constructed war-frames, but she had a chihuahua-like tenacity that made Emily terrified she'd

Guilty. I am always the person that says "Can I work alone?" Next person is usually the only person that did work in groups.

Not guilty. I am not an athletic person in the slightest. I hated (still hate) playing sports. Mostly because I’m not very competitive and I am uncoordinated as fuck. I was more of the geeky and artsy anime-obsessed girl growing up in middle to high school. The next poster hated group projects in school.

"I'm working on it!" A young woman with long curly dark hair screamed out as she was working in a tight space. She was focused on the job at hand and didn't appreciate someone yelling at here. "How did I even end up here..stupid bitch! Piece of shit...WORK!" Rebecca would be talking to herself and the engine as she tinkerer away until it started working. Humming to life as if taking its first breath. The young woman would start crawling back yelling out that it's ready.

Guilty. Though hiding behind everyone else may have contributed... The next person has been the leader or captain of a sports team.

gathering wildflowers

As Velvet's pink Jeep came to a stop, Robin looked across her friend and guide to the windows of the house. Glimpses of the party beyond showed the mingling crowd of college-kids, and she sees a few around the side of the house in the glow of the lights by the backyard pool. The thrumming bass makes her heart pound even harder than it already was, and she bit her lip as anxious doubt began to creep up her spine in a slow chilling crawl like a spider. "Oh. Oh, gosh. That's a lot of people. Are there usually this many people?" she asked, swallowing. "Maybe I should have worn something with a skirt or-or some shorts, or something. I-I-I'm.

Not guilty, but I have unknowingly consumed spiked punch. Wowza. When you can't taste it and don't know it's there, it can really creep up on you. The next person was among the last picked when they picked people for sports teams in school.

Guilty. A bar top, covered with spilled drinks and cigarette ash. Never tell me I won't do something... Next poster has spiked a drink or a punchbowl on unsuspecting people.

fuck, because I'm sure we'd both enjoy it

blossoming wildflowers

Guilty. The next person has licked something most people might not lick.

Define "been with", though kind of guilty. My friend has a Prince Albert and I have held, examined and explored it with my fingers but we have never had sex. Next poster has slept with a boss or subordinate.

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Not Guilty. They look good on some people, but I don't think they'd work for me. The next person has been with someone with a genital piercing.

fragrant wildflowers

Guilty? If a bridge piercing counts as unusual. Next poster has or wants stretched ears.

Hey all! I wanted to put up a fresh one since I don't know how active everything is, but I want to try my hand at playing the monster. My character is linked below <3 (I have no idea what the picture is, I assume it's the club image?)

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Hi, I'm new to this place and looking for erotic roleplay. Reply if you're interested!

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