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Anyone feel sad bc their friend tells them that they don't like your art, and then hurt your feelings even more because they redraw it way better.

~Silentfoot 

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Soooooooo...OC Chat Log, Anyone?

And what I mean by that is to create a fake online group chat or chat room for our OCs to interact in!  And I've done this before, but I didn't really introduce my OCs beforehand, so this time I will do that.

OC LIST AND TRAITS=

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Chapter one: Midnight

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Hello, this is Rogue.

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Here's a story I'm working on! I want some honest feedback so tell me if you don't like it. If you want to get in the story just make a sheet and I'll work you in somehow. So without further ado! I give you my story!

5/4/2024, Kool Labs---A week after the explosion

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atsclaw groaned as he saw that another building had been blown up.

There had not been destruction like this outside of RPs, Solo Writes or Ski Lodges since the Nostalgia War. (Which he had admittedly not been around for, but hey.)

Things blowing up on a small scale were a normal occurence in the CB, but this was not small scale at all. But the worst thing? Nobody, even the Admins, knew who the culprits were. Catsclaw wanted to change that.

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Kyngdom

RP slapped her digital monitor in frustration. Nobody was there! The digital hologram crackled, and resumed it's original shape. RP sighed. Nobody had been on Kyngdom in, what, two, four months? Kyngdom was dying.

RP started to tap around on the digital monitor, checking out new things, revisiting old things. It was up to her to bring back Kyngdom. 

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An Idea!

So, a few nights ago, when I was supposed to be asleep but wasn't, I came up with an idea and I would like feedback.

Here we go:

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General Waffleson popped one shiny black earbud out of his ear,
pausing his playlist. "What? Can't you see I'm in the middle of
something?"

"You are drawing a robot riding a quesodilla," Jamie replied, "I think you can leave it."

"Fine. What is it?" Waffleson asked, dropping his pencil.

"Well, I found this thing in a closet down the hall. It looks pretty cool and I think you should check it out."

"You told Rosemary or Lights yet?" Waffleson asked.

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Apocolypse RP!!

The Corruption has happened. 

The robots are on the hunt. 

The earth is on the edge of collapse. 

It is 2030. Four years ago, the meteorite Colossus struck the earth. With it came robots. Not the helpful kind people have been making for years now, but the alien kind. Programmed to kill. They snuck their way into the programming of the robots in Earth's factories, too, so when they finally attacked, hardly anyone was spared. 

Except for a few.