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Twilight Blood Upon becoming a hacked player, something very strange happened to Silk's blood. Due to processes unknown, he gained an impressive natural health regeneration. For a while, it appeared that this one effect was the extent of his abilities, which disappointed the Fist Fighter, consideri...

Upon receiving Nighthand's message, Silk followed Rayo to Room 6, eager to find out what was in the only locked room so far. The inside was like the practice dojo straight out of the Matrix, but it wasn't anything special. Angel now wore what looked like a full-body armor suit -- it looked metallic ...

(OOC: I'm definitely out of the loop, and with my lack of Instant Messenger on thie Best Buy Demo Computer, I'm also definitely not going to get into it regarding rooms and the like. I'll just write a quickie here.) After some time, the time came for the Freedom Fighters to assault the final "h...

Silk pondered the tablets for some time. As in, double-digit hours. Unfortunately, he made absolutely zero headway, and it looked like no one wanted to take a shot at it either. This perplexed the Fist Fighter – clearly these clues were important hints as to how they should reach their ultimate goal...

Crouched beside the Devil, Silk eyed the oncoming Longarm and Heavyblade warily – “It looks like trouble for you, bud,” muttered the Fist Fighter, slipping him a Health Drink. “I’ll do what I can, but if the two of them are bent on destroying you… I’m not sure it will be enough.” The Devil nodded, s...

Name: Silk Player Name: I'm not sure... -_- Level 25 Fist Fighter Physical Description: Silk has dark hair of varying lengths. Presently, he has short hair due to a recent hair cut, but he kept it relatively long in the front. His eyes are a nondescript brown, while his features are fairly average....

(OOC: Silk reminds me of the comic-book Spider-man. A million different contradictory storylines that are loosely held together by an alternate reality theory. =P Once again, I’m going to abort!) Running his hand along the Nny Scales that he had acquired from a special event from years ago, Silk rem...

The absurd amount of damage dealt to the bloated balloon being was enough. Magical spells flew from the hands of the Freedom Fighters like a torrential downpour… what came next, though, was less than savory. Instantaneous death! In the blink of an eye, Silk was vaporized into nothing, leaving him de...

Hi there, my name is GiVak Don, but you can just call me Don. (GiVak would be received as the oddest name, I’m sure.) As I’m sure you can see by my appearance (sorry for the scratchy image, my camera is cheap), I’m a level 2 fire drop spell, and I’ve been living my life here in the Magical Plane for...

My main opinion on that matter is that if we do move to two posts a week, they should be on set days, maybe Tuesday and Friday, or something to that effect. I don't much like every 4 or 5 days. I don't go to college until late September, but when it does start up, I have no idea how active I can be....

(OOC: This is my Lord_Canti tribute post. Your style is highly original and deserves accolades!) Ha, that Double Mortal Scorcher was really good. Man it does shit-load of damage and it has a really sweet special effect… no way that stupid Devil guy is gonna take that without severe damage. Ha I pret...

An impressively coordinated attack followed by a furious counterattack left Lighteria in the form of fifty-plus floating darkness orbs, many of which were being destroyed by Phoenix’s… phoenix, Suzaku, who was firing of a wave of fire spells that are elementally opposite to the Rue spells that Senna...

I saw a particularly interesting typo in someone else’s (Senna’s) post. “Floashmail,” it read. Hahahaha, that’s pretty funny I guess, and what’s pretty funny is that I now use Divergence as the testing grounds for the mad experimentation of my writing. If any of you have bothered to read the insanit...

Fireworks flew across Silk’s vision, the end result of a massive, double-fisted attack directly to his person. For several long moments, he couldn’t see or attack or really do anything besides stumble around ineffectively, trying desperately to grasp the catlike liquid grace and balanced usually ass...

A rickety old house. The floor slightly tilting. A fungus-like infestation crawling up the side of rotting wooden supports. A ceiling soaring beyond the eyes of men. Darkness, murkiness, the subtle yet pervasive sense that all was not well. Chills running up spines, just waiting for a giant to come ...