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Person: So, what do you guys bring to the team?

Bats: I have exceptional skills with glitter, along with an extensive training in the sugary medical arts.

Lili: I have talents including speaking in Old English and training in any kind of weaponry.

Anaya: I can shapeshift, plus I’m secretly royalty.

Banana: I make good life decisions.

I said I’d keep posting my writing stuff, so I really wanted to share this with you all. I hope it grants you all the same peace it did me. So I just wrote this. For backstory I’ve been going through a really rough week. Tonight I found out we weren’t going to Featherfest which only made me more sad than I already was. I had this one line going through my head though “He is near.” I immediately grabbed my phone, opened up Google Docs and started writing. This is what came out.

@Everyone

“He is Near.”

“Lord, please be near, and show me there is no need for fear.

When the day grows old and the sorrow is cold

Lord, please be near.

Chapter Two

          The world was dark for a few moments before Matt opened his eyes. His wrist ached, and Matt glanced down. Anaya was there…but…he couldn’t remember where he had met her. Her hand gripped his wrist so tightly that the circulation was being cut off.

          “Are we alive?” she asked, gasping for air and releasing his wrist.

          “I think so…” Matt tried to remember what they were doing. Then the horrifying thought entered his mind. “We have to move.”

          “Where?!” Anaya asked. Then understanding filled her eyes. “Right…the Population Police.”

Introduction

          The Thwap House, hidden behind the bustling city of Nashville, hasn’t been known for being a calm place. We’ve been laughed at by the public, but there’s much more to us than our crazy shenanigans. We’ve been through some of the hardest fights, pains, and heartbreak anyone has seen. We’ve crossed dimensions and broken apart into fragments, but we’ve always made it through. They say we’ve lost everything. I say not. Though the world has been destroyed and turned into a barren wasteland, though the places we’ve known and loved are gone, we still have each other. But I’ve still seen horrors, more than most have seen. We all have trauma. We’ve all seen and done things we wish we could forget. We all have done things we regret. But when we know and remember and love each other, the regrets are shadowed by the results of our…

I think I'm gonna post like 1-2 chapters a week 👍

Chapter 2:

The next few days are torture. We stay locked in the bottom of the boat, and the door only opens twice a day. I would assume, but there's no way of knowing without being able to see the sun, and that's only to feed us. All the while, my brain is yelling increasingly worse and louder things. The days go somewhat like this: I wake up to a door slamming open and a fang offering us food, eating, my mind does some yelling, then I fall asleep.

The boat shakes violently, and I wake groggily. I hear lots of shouting, and the boat is slowing down. Around fifteen fangs storm into the bottom of the boat loudly, and the main one says, “Alrrrright Ssssllimies let'sss go!” I slowly get up and follow the others who are being…

Hey there, I'll keep this short, but pretty much everyone in my family (parents included) is sick. People are throwing up, feeling miserable, stuff like that. I was hoping you guys could pray for us? Thank you and God bless!

YES! IT'S THE FINAL BATTLE BETWEEN TTH AND THAT PURPLE FIEND!!!!

ARE YOU READY!! (I will tag everyone who is and will be a part of CTS at the bottom) ENJOY!

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The Gathering of the Sigmas:

The waist-high grass of the Thwap House backyard had officially become the final battleground of the universe. The air smelled like a chaotic mix of fresh cherries, double-stuff frosting, burnt popcorn, and premium craft glitter.

Kali—the Cherry-Bomb Queen—stood on top of the patio table, her red-trimmed Throne Warden armor gleaming under the stormy grey clouds. She held a charcoal pencil high in the air like a broadsword.

GUYS I FINISHED THE YOUNG WRITERS WORKSHOP ACADEMIC TRACKKKK

First and foremost, I'm here to announce that the grand finale rp will be Trials-Styled.

This means that it'll be a huge event, with multiple weeks. Each week will build off of the last, and its all a part of the same plot.

Here's an example of how it may go:

Week 1, Break, Week 2, Break, Week 3, Bigger Break, Week 4, Bigger Break, Week 5.

For those that remember the Trials, it was pretty fun, yes? Well, it is now returning.

All loose ends will be tied during this event.