January 16th, 2013

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looking for a few people in particular: izzy hilton, davey havok, jake bass or any of the cockyboys, any pornstars, carmen carren, raja, sharon needles, raven, manila luzon, sonique, willam, detox, any models/dragqueens for that matter, colin farrell, lindsay lohan, amber heard, suicide girls, or any alt girls. if you play or would be willing to play any of these people please let me know, por favor!

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something for ryan, i would love something slashy for him
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it started as a grand experiment in the entertainment game. as its popularity increased, the franchise expanded. the arenas became grander and more diverse. the fighters were given their own self-functioning city, located on a floating island. and as long as they abide by the rules and fight when they're told to, life can be quite good.

you have been brought to fight for their entertainment. they are simply known as the aliens although they have only ever appeared to their captives in human forms. very little is known about them except this: they are very powerful and they do not like to be bored.

there is no escape, there is only the arena
let the games begin

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Out of Time


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http://rpconnection.info/Out_of_Time


It is the year 2005, and the Master, as Harold Saxon, has first taken over Great Britain, and then from there the Planet Earth. But there is one thing he has not realized. The Paradox which he created in order to take over has done damage to the walls between Time, Space, and other universes that he had never accounted for. Damage which is making them blur and blend.


These wanderers arrive in a strange new world, uncertain, untried, many of them needing to learn the language, and to find friends that can help them survive in an environment where even the freest are not free. Slave camps are common place, and death is an every day occurrence, though if you catch the Leader on a good day even that is not permanent. At a price.


Out of Time is a Doctor Who based pan fandom forum role play where just about anything you can imagine could happen, all it takes is a bit of cooperation and imagination. Romance, political intrigue, odd relationships, friendships between characters you would never dream of, all of it in a very fascinating and fun mix of just about any world you could imagine.


Het, yaoi, and yuri are not only allowed, but encouraged, and NC-17 material as well. This is a dark and gritty landscape, and such things are to be expected in such a place. The only thing that is asked is respect for your fellow players in all aspects of play.


contact screamersgirl30 on AIM for more info.


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The air on the ship always seemed somewhat stifling, Harry wasn't really sure why, but the unnatural cold of the air conditioning and filtration made it feel like being in some medical lab, deep underground. Yet in reality they were far above the planet, in relative safety. If you discounted the many alien races already on the brink of attacking, knowing the danger that lay beyond on the once fairly inoffensive planet Earth. There were, in the holds now, three Tenth Doctors, and he hadn't even seen these yet ... the one that had escaped him, was hardly written off as a loss, oh hell no, he'd be found, he'd be brought back, the threat of punishing others in his stead was always a healthy one, and it worked on the erstwhile Theta Sigma all too well.

At least there were three.

The memory of the Doctor reduced to a doddering old man danced across his mind and Harry smiled, just for a moment, it was after all nothing less than incredibly amusing, wasn't it. The Lord of Time, brought down by that very same factor. How he'd managed to escape, Harry didn't know, but that bitch Harkness was gone too now, as well as the slut Martha, so it was pretty obvious the heinous trio were off together. Martha.... Harry hated Jack, but Martha he hated with a deeper, uglier passion. The whore wanted the Doctor, and while that was true of Jack as well, somehow Martha seemed more of a threat to what Harry wanted.

Needed.

He had never had much use for women, really, they always seemed to turn on him, and Lucy was no exception, he'd seen the future that lay ahead, and already taken steps to short circuit that little event. The dirty little quim was going to betray him, actually shoot him! What was it with women shooting him ...they seemed to have a real need to do it, and he was bloody sick of it. That whole dramafest with dying in the Doctor's arms, as delicious and sweetly satisfying as it was to see him in agony over the loss ...it wasn't happening. But the sight of the tears running down that face, the sheer misery of that cry of despair, oh, it was a tonic and a cure for everything, really, all the unspoken hell the man had gone through at his refusal to live.

To live with him.

Stay with him, be ...owned by him.

It was so personal, there was nothing about this that wasn't. And it was all a mind fuck, every inch of it a reaming of the soul and a rape of the spirit. Harry was in love with the Doctor, in love with hating him, in love with loving him, in love with harming him and hearing him gasp in pain, whether of the body or soul. Their relationship was ultra dysfunctional, Theta loves Koschei scrawled in a drunken haze by a laughing young man a thousand lifetimes ago somehow now seemed absurd, even insane, for its innocence.

Theta still loved Koschei, and Koschei had loved Theta from the start. But now they had things to prove, and they were a million miles from Gallifrey. Lucy paid for her crimes in advance now, locked away in a cold room on the Valiant, the Doctor hadn't saved her, had he ... the world below belonged to the Master, and well it should, after all, he was the only one worthy. Three Tenths waited his pleasure and his penalty in equally freezing rooms here, he hadn't bothered to make an appearance to any of them.

The Collection was starting well.

Soon, not a Doctor would be left in any Universe free.

And then the real fun would begin.