Comrade Duck

The Sound of Danger Olivander held up a hand to stop the stranger from speaking any further. He did want to tell him about the dangers happening, but this person was also quite a chatterbox. "Friend, I mean you no ill will," Olivander said as he turned to face Flynt's guest. "But I don't believe traveling is well advised at this moment. Something is... spreading. Like a plague or virus. Galatea was over taken by it and we only just managed to get things back under control there," Olivander said with a huff. "If you value your life, I suggest you remain home with your dearest aunt. It's the only sure place that you'll be safe." The Sound of Silence When Flynt returned, he spoke directly to Olivander. But for some reason, Olivander couldn't hear him. The words Flynt was speaking did not register in his head. Rather, he had to tell Flynt was happening. He had to stop whatever was to come before it consumed their fair island. " ...it does look like you have something you want to tell me.” Olivander jumped to his feet, scraping his chair against the floor as he did so. "It's here. Galatea's horror has followed us. You, your people-- no. The world is in danger. And right now we have to contain it until we find a solution." Olivander turned his wide eyes to Kitt. "Someone here knows about that word. Due to some information from young Pfeifer -- sweet boy, by the way -- I can confirm that its something that no one should hear. And Flynt was to give a speech soon to the townsfolk where he would have unknowingly killed them all."

Anger management only had a mild effect on me. While anger should be controlled, it shouldn't be built up. It has to be vented and relieved. Otherwise, you turn into an explosive. That's dangerous for everyone.

Title. You could set a time limit if you're concerned about abuse. This also provides more incentive to donate.

what was your first car

End of the Fucking World When Olivander finally returned to Flynt's home, winded, the old bastard was not there. "Fuck!" he snapped, before his eyes landed on a stranger he hadn't seen before. “You were one of the people on the boat, so that means you’re probably looking for Flynt and not me.” "Well aren't you perceptive," Olive retorted. “I mean, this is his house, so yeah, you’re definitely looking for him. Guess that makes two of us then. I mean, unless you’d rather advise on some family squabbling. What’d you come here for, anyway?” "I came here to keep your fucking world from crumbling. But I may be too late," Olivander replied. "I'm sorry. I--it's just, I have to find Flynt. I wasn't kidding about that whole 'world crumbling' thing. But I suppose ten more minutes won't kill anyone. I hope." Olivander took a chair at Flynt's dining table and stared at the door, waiting. "If Flynt doesn't come straight back, I'm going to go looking for him. But, if he returns while I'm gone, please instruct him that it is urgent that he does not leave his home until I return again. I must speak with him. Past the same message to his companion, Kitt. Furthermore, please tell Kitt that the urgency has everything to do with Galatea. Hopefully, he'll know what that means." While Olivander stared at the doorway, his mind continued to race. How did this happen so quickly? And who the devil was spreading it?

All rights reserved. This is an original character design by me (Comrade Duck). It is intended for use by myself only. It is being posted here for my own sake for future revision and character building for my future project. Duke Cho - The Darkest Shadow "Much like the willow tree, I'm always looking for a new beginning." A young, single Korean woman, Hae-won Cho, found herself in the United States at twenty-eight years old. Having studied business in her beautiful, bustling hometown of Seoul, South Korea, she longed for something more. A prominent and promising graduate, she ventured out and made her way west, eventually settling in New York City in 1986. She soon opened a popular bodega in Brooklyn, gradually growing her wealth over five years. Some time later in late 1991, she met a handsome, touring frenchman by the name of Jean. She swooned over him but their relationship ended rather quickly when he returned to France some weeks later. She was not without reminders of him, however, as nine months later, she birthed a son whom she named Duke. The child carried his mother's soft eyes and tender lips. His father had left the boy with brown hair and the growth rate of a stubborn weed. Duke would grow to be six feet tall by the age of fourteen, with another three inches to his height being added over eight years. As a boy, Duke was a handful. He was constantly in trouble, with regular run ins with local law enforcement. Somehow, with his slick, silver tongue, the boy could talk his way out of any lock-box. Unfortunately for Duke, his trouble would eventually follow him home and cause problems for his mother. A shut-down, brought on by Duke's misgivings, caused Hae-won's bodega to soon go under. And while she was able to keep herself and her son afloat for a brief time, Hae-won struggled to get back on her feet. This only furthered Duke's path and led him to perform more daring and more dangerous acts to protect himself and his mother. It wasn't long until Duke found himself entwined in the grip of heroin, as a dealer. It was good money, and it fed his small household. However, Duke was not yet street savvy, and had to learn harshly the realities that came with being a dealer. The constant stops and harassment he faced on a street corner quickly hardened his heart toward figures of authority. The feeling of running and the fear of getting caught put a chip on his shoulder for a great deal of time. The rage that he felt when a deal went bad or a stash got taken, or the regret he felt when he was picked up and lost his earnings made him colder. The combination of these factors also made Duke much more intelligent, as his involvement with heroin grew and grew. Eventually, Hae-won kicked Duke out of her home, and he was forced to fend for himself. He was neither surprised nor concerned when it happened. He had simply been waiting for the day to come. He worked his way up the corporate street ladder, from dealer to supplier. By the age of twenty-two, he was a shadow that draped over Brooklyn's streets. He had taken a lot of his mother's business sense and used it to twist the game. He cleaned his money and invested it, doubling his profits. By the age of twenty-five, he was opening his first night club in upstate New York, through every legal channel. It quickly became a regular hot spot in the city, and Duke was already thinking about opening a second. Over the course of the next eight years, Duke established a heroin empire, solidifying his place as one of the greatest threats the east coast streets had ever seen. Unfortunately for Duke, however, it was 2025. And the bombs were about to fall. Paige Green - The Light of the Hopeless "Papa was dedicated to his work. But so was mom. That's how I got here." Born to Jackson and Janine Green, Paige was still in the womb when her parents mutually separated. Delivered just shortly after her mother arrived in Los Angeles, Paige's Curly hair was her father's own. Her green eyes and her full lips were taken from her mother. Over the years she would develop a very small but well built frame. Paige was a born athlete. At five feet and ten inches, she was slender and quick. From her days in elementary, she loved to run. When she finally had the chance to do so competitively, she became a track star in high school. Racking up medals around the country, meet after meet, Paige soon set her eyes on the Olympics. In her downtime, Paige was competitive with her best friend. She grew up in a modest neighborhood, and quickly got to know the red-headed girl next door, named Christina. They went to school together, from elementary to high school. They were inseparable as friends, but they were even closer when they would compete. Though Christina didn't run track, she would never hesitate to challenge Paige to a race. And despite Paige not being a boxer, she spent a lot of time with Christina in the ring. When Christina eventually dropped out of high school in 2023, Paige went on to graduate at the top of her class in 2024. Always having the Olympics at the back of her mind, Paige needed to confront Christina and tell her best friend that she would be leaving. Paige had acquired a full ride scholarship to any school of her choice, and she wanted to study Sports Medicine. She would take her speed and pursue her goals of the Olympics while she ran for one of the best schools in Texas: Texas A&M. But she didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to her best friend. The meeting was somber, and left a hole in Paige's heart. She spent the next year with Christina, talking about their goals and dreams. They went camping and hiking in the mountains. They crashed parties of high profile celebrities. They even snuck away to Las Vegas for a night to see the glamour for themselves. But, Paige knew she would eventually have to end their vacation together. She had so much to do to prepare for college, and even more to do to prepare for the Olympics. This was it, for her. The year of 2025 was going to be the year that she put everything on the line. Or, it was, until the bombs began to fall.

I think learning that pain and suffering doesn't have to mean anything is something you learn when you begin to compare yourself and your situation to the greater scheme of life. Not that you suffered for no reason, but that it didn't happen because of some grand design. And tbh it's sad but it's a relief too.

Curren$y It didn't take long for David to warm up to Olivander. Fortunately for Olive, David was willing to divulge more information regarding his history with Pfeifer. "...he could just dig out the coins he already has, it’s not like Headman Flynt hasn’t given him a bunch already," David explained. Then, the situation wasn't quite what Olivander had originally thought. This wasn't some rare, treasured coin. It was common, and there were plenty to be had. That would hopefully make retrieving David's coin from Pfeifer easier. "One time we had enough between us to bury a bunch out in the wilds somewhere and play pirates, but we forgot where we buried them so that game ended in a fight too. We got over that one pretty quickly, though.” Olivander couldn't help but chuckle and smile. He missed the days of being a child and lacking in responsibility. He wasn't an old man yet, but he did miss being a child again. Though, not everything was easy. He began to remember having to steal to eat. To go days hungry without a helping hand. To fight stray dogs for scraps. His face began to sour, but Olivander quickly straightened his face when he heard a new voice echoing out of a cave ahead. “Oh wow, you actually went and told?” a young man called out. "That must be Pfeifer," Olivander said, his grin returning. “Yeah, that’s him,” David said. He called out into the cave, “I told you I would, Pfeifer!” "Well, let's have a chat, shall we Pfeifer?" Olivander asked as he approached the cave. "I understand you and David here had something of a spat. Is it true you took a coin from him?" "What's it to you?" Pfeifer called back. "I've never seen you before, who are you?" "His name's Olive," David said. "Wasn't asking you." "Well, Pfeifer," Olivander said taking a few more steps forward, until he could clearly see Pfeifer's face. "David has quickly become a friend of mine. And as I understand it, you boys are friends too. But taking something from your comrades doesn't seem very friendly." "How long have you been on this island?" Pfeifer asked, retreating a little into the cave. "Anyway, I wanted it 'cause it was new and David wouldn't let me see it. He'll get it back eventually." Olivander smiled, electing not to intrude any further. "Oh, I'm a newcomer. I've only had the pleasure of meeting David today, actually. But Pfeifer, I've something I think you might find much more interesting if you like coins," Olivander said as his eyes flickered with gold. He showed Pfeifer his empty palm first, then flipping his hand over twice, he revealed a coin with the insignia of Hinder. It shined brightly in the light, gleaming as Olivander let it dance between his fingers. "I don't supposed I could interest you in a trade, could I?" Pfeifer's eyes widened and he nearly started for the coin on instinct, but he managed to hold himself back. "This is a trick, isn't it? If you can make that coin appear you can make it disappear too, I bet. But we can still trade something." He held out a closed fist. "I'll give you this coin if you do something for me, how's that?" Olivander chuckled. "Well. I certainly have a soft spot for a man who can barter with the best of them. That sounds alright Pfeifer. What can I do for you?" Pfeifer got closer, trying to keep his voice down so David couldn't hear. "Headman Flynt's going to say a thing tonight and I know he won't let me hear it. So you gotta tell me whatever it is. A specific word. You'll know it when you hear it." Olivander's hair stood on edge, but he managed to keep his composure. "Hmm. Seems fair enough. I can do just that, Pfeifer. So I take it then, you'll give me that coin when we next see each other? Shall we all meet back here at the cave?" Pfeifer stared at Olive for a second, seemingly trying to judge something before giving up and smiling. "I was just gonna give David the coin back now, actually. I'm not saying I trust you to keep your end, but I think you will anyway," he said. "Meeting here's fine, though, whenever you find out." He ran past Olive towards the mouth of the cave, where David was still standing. "Here you go David, sorry about that. I shouldn't have taken it without asking. Do you want to go play?" David hesitated, but accepted the coin back and nodded. "Okay. Wanna go see if we can get something from Missus Miller?" When Pfeifer said "Yeah, let's," David ran off, but Pfeifer stayed at the cave entrance a little longer, looking back at Olive, but only long enough to give a quick nod before turning back around and giving chase. Olivander waved to the boys as they ran off. When they were out of earshot and vision of him, his face became riddled with horror. Olivander clenched his fists and began sprinting back toward town, his mind racing. "... that word. It can't be. It can't be! I've got to get to Kitt and Flynt!"

Well now that I know you're a man of culture... favorite Simon Pegg movie that isn't Shaun of the Dead? Features and short films count too.

favorite zombie movie?

Nice. What's your favored build for gilgamesh? I've been trying a crit build I found with quake cutter and it rips through shit. Got through 20 heat with it.

highest heat run you've completed?

That was really fucking hard to read but it resonated strongly with me.

I'm not looking for no comments just getting something off my chest since I'm not tryna put this on my social media cuz ion need a bunch of niggas in my past and I'm not tryna hear shit from family. Fake bitch tried to tell me I haven't seen violence cuz her old man that she cheating on is a punk ass army/navy fucker. "You never seen violence". Bitch I seen more violence in my hood then you or that imperialist ass nigga that you cheating on. I done seen the bodies drop. I can still fucking smell the blood and salt to this fucking day. I seen my people get they head blown off in front of me at eight years old. I'm supposed to be proud of that? Bitch I got ptsd and nightmares. Shit I still feel and fear every night. But I don't know what I'm talking about so you feel entitled to run ya mouth. I could ruin your fucking life but I got too many of my own fucking problems to have that shit blow back on me. Gimme a fucking reason. Please. I got that itch to be the nigga I used to be. The nigga who been there and done that. It's been a minute since I dragged somebody. Gimme a fucking reason.