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3 "Well--uhh--I mean, yes, young lady. That's what you are, aren't you?" Banter was never her strong suit. Madison was very much a gunslinger in a duel; she had one, maybe two good verbal shots in her. Fire fast, fire true--and hope like hell that it was enough to make the music swell and...

3 "Mother?!" Such indignation! Such fury! Did this little creature imply that she was old? That she was stupid enough to have children? Oh boy, the knuckles were white now. Blood: boiling. All hell: coming with her to put this little shit to BED and TUCK HER IN without a BEDTIME STORY...

3 Madison stood there, entirely unsure how she even got there. She was enjoying a few pulls from her flask (and not one of the fruity-ass drinks only available for a limited time that could be purchased with the clout from helping to kill Titanius that was collecting dust in her account...

Madison Freebird fas fa-message-dots @Alphabet Chocolate I'm three drinks in, and word around camp is you were looking for a fight. I'm gonna destroy you and your little stepping stool, too. Thread link: https://terrarp.com/threads/the-b-in-abc-doesnt-stand-for-bang-bang.629/

So, she's a murderhobo. Not the kind that lander parents tell stories to their kids at night to scare them out of banditry; but something far worse. One who gets bored. All the flying and shouting and laughing and the blood sucking parts? Sure, that's some scary shit. But one who isn't...

Hey @Frey Elzeiros, if this is your idea of training and team-building, then you should go team-build by apologizing to @Cleo Looker right now. She's got two broken elbows, and not even a kiss from that cutie over there (@Essence) is going to make me feel better about it!

"Because a couple bruised ribs weren't going to get a yield from a tough gal like you," the gunslinger said as she holstered her irons. It was half-joke, half-observation; and left entirely at that. Madison brushed aside her coat, producing a couple vials of liquid that looked suspiciously...

3 One thing was clear; Cleo wasn't as good with her off-hand as she needed to be. Perhaps she should have tried jump-kicking the spears again. Ope, there I go getting cocky again. Madison deftly sidestepped the last spear, cocking back the hammers of her revolvers. In her vision, the orange...

3 You know what's the fun thing about saying you're one with the shadows? When you finally get to show off that you really meant it. The grounds were littered with splotches of darkness cast by the boughs of trees overhead. Even just a little bit of shade is enough for her to work with. As...

3 The rule was supposed to be "talk shit, get hit". Except several things happened that went against it: For starters, she didn't talk any shit. A simple, clean agreement to begin the duel. That was it! None of her normal sass, venom, or hatred. And yet, the bullet missed its mark. Cleo...

3 This was it. Her first duel! And not just her first duel as a gunslinger; but her first little bit of actual PvP on Terrasphere! It almost amazed her, considering how much of a raging bitch she was four years ago, that she never picked fights as the Dark Druid of Dunnstads. It was all...

Madison Freebird fas fa-message-dots @Cleo Looker I'll be your huckleberry. I've got some non-lethal rounds around here somewhere. Let me load 'em up and we'll get at it.

The raven turned on her heels, walking backwards down the cobblestone streets of Carrington as she shot Jin a look. "What were you expecting? For her to throw herself at your feet, desperately clutching at your leg and saying 'thank you, oh thank you handsome stranger!' like you're some savior...

What's the difference between your bog-standard necromancer, the kind with obsessions with corpses and intent towards the world that are both murderous, and @Lucia Mierz? Well, a few things. Quite a number of things, actually. But the biggest of them all? Presentation! Madison wasn't sure...

Granted, it had been four years. That's a lot of time to forget the nitty-gritty details of one's interactions with someone you've only known very briefly. Especially after you heard about the servers being shut down, shrugged your shoulders, and said to yourself, "Well, I guess I'm never...

160 Unaffiliated (siding with Lion Arms), 1 stack of Red Fever Madison paid very little attention to her surroundings for the rest of the trip. She had quite enough of seeing mushrooms for now, thank you very much. Instead, she willed away the time cleaning bits of fungi guy guts off her...

"Good thing I picked a boring old human then," she noted with a dark chuckle. "No; I'm well aware that some people get a little too into their VR roleplay; that they want to get every little piece of their character correct according to the lore of the world." She hadn't met any players who...

160 Unaffiliated Madison had just fallen into her traveling routine of hydrating and reading a trashy copper novel when the attack happened. Well, if the forest hadn't hemorrhaged fungus monsters first, then Regan's vampire-viking-by-way-of-Zeus-("Oh non!" variant) boisterous battle quotes...

"Yeah, that was me." Madison quickly scanned their surroundings. A sea of gray, with one green blip--Regan. She blinked away her Deadeye and color returned to her world. Well, one color in particular. A lot of it. A sickening amount of it, actually. All over the grass, the trees, the...

Madison opened her mouth to speak, but pumped the brakes. Do I tell her about when we got rescued from the belly of Tits Anus by the Ynglar Brotherhood? Or "rescued", to be more accurate? That they only cared enough to power their portals long enough to grab their fellow Landers and bail on...