//can anyone make a starter for me, Iโm struggling to get back into the bsky rp scene, since I kinda stink at running multiple accounts.
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@d3term1nation.bsky.social
โ ๐ฏ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐พ๐๐. . . . ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ป๐ช๐ฌ๐ด๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฑ ๐ช ๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ๐ช๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐. โ
* (You glare at them in annoyance, looking around in the snow for the Real Knife.) โ * Well, you have to be actually funny, to be... actually funny. โ They think about just punching them to kill, but arenโt sure if thatโll work. So they do their best to seem... vaguely normal.
Gosh. Sheโs running into so many crazy people here! Who started letting all the nut jobs fall down the mountain. โ Itโs called being funny !! You should try it sometime, might help you. โ โ What are you up to anyway ? โ the brave soul asked.
โ * OH COME ON! Why does everybody have to... โ They trail off, as they look over the bullets coming at them, and attempt to dodge as many as they can. They get hit by about half of the bullets, due to not even knowing half of the colors, but remain standing thanks to their DEF.
Quick reaction time pays off; letting the two split off from one another; Matilda rushing behind while Matthew ducks under in an attempt to dodge. After quickly rushing a good distance behind; Matilda swaps and fires between a wide variety of bullets in quick succession. +
They over with a look of general unamusement in response, both from getting spooked, and the name. โ * ...the hell was popping out like that and scaring me for? โ The only reason they havenโt attempted murder yet is because they lost their knife, and canโt find it in the snow.
Shaking the snow off herself like the way a dog shakes water off. โ Oh !! Heya Frisk ! Assuming itโs you.. I kinda have some snow in my eyes. โ
//Iโm REALLY bad at running two accounts, much less on separate websites... //on top of real life stuff... //sorry guys..
โ * GAH WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU- โ They drop their knife in surprise as they end up in a comically frightened position.
Sitting in the snow like this.
They just shrug, returning to their normal... attitude. โ * Eh, they probably arenโt that important anyways. And you never said anything about not killing them, so youโre fine with it I assume! โ
โ โ * Oh well. It will remain a mystery forever, then! Out of your reach. โ โ
โ * ...Donโt ever remember seeing that name come up while I was... you know, killing people. Know everyone elseโs names, since... you tell โem them, but... you know, I really doubt that somehow, I never bothered committing homicide with them. โ
โ โ * You have even met him. Several times. โ โ
Blankly staring. โ * Wait, you had a brother? โ โ * ...sorry for not knowing that before, Partner. โ
โ โ * A slip of the tongue. Pay it no mind. โ They wave their hand dismissively. โ * He is my brother, if you must know. โ โ
โ Wonder if I can stab someone mid-chaos and get some cheap EXP outta it... โ
โ * Rude of you to say, Partner. โ * (You let out a little huff as you cross your arms indignantly.) โ * Least itโs nicer than calling me... โplay ear name?โ Whatever the hell that means. โ
โ โ * You would not know, since you refuse to follow any other path, murderer. โ โ
//I double dog swear Iโll try to at least look at this account once a day, alright? So you should be getting at least a BIT of homicidal child per day.
โ * Yeah, think I know those ones... accidentally killed that last one with a high five once. Never did lead me to that paint to eat... โ They trail off, seeming oddly annoyed over not being able to eat paint, before remembering murder, and running off with a grin.
* (You ready the knife behind yourself, before rushing forwards at them, a BATTLE starting as you do.) โ * OH, IโM READY ALRIGHT! โ With a grin that almost seems to glow in the shadows of the hall, they carelessly swing their knife at Mathew, hoping itโll connect. . .
โ๏ธ: " Disgusting. " If it's to get to the good part they want; then it's what they'll get. The duo arm themselves quickly, pointing their guns in a similar manner. โ๏ธ: " Ready yourself. " Their nonchalance of their genocidal rampage is abhorrent; almost mocking. Either way, they're ready.
If their eyes werenโt blindingly, #FF0000, red, the way they got bigger would almost be a bit cute. And if it wasnโt for murder. โ * Really? Well, thisโll be fun!... Iโm allowed to slaughter them both, right?... if not then I wonโt bother, no EXP! โ
โ * Bad news, everyone, I am not dead. Run, or donโt, honestly i both care and donโt care. Youโll die either way! But running makes it more annoying... but also more fun! โ
//oaky my daily check up here is done see ya
โ * Hmm... โ They out a hand to their chin in mock thought. โ * Nah! No reason for me to, and not killing people would just be boring. No EXP to be got that way, after all. โ * (You ready the Real Knife, pointing it threateningly at the two humans.) โ * Anyways, letโs get to the good part. โ
โ๏ธ: " Not even gonna try to hide it, huh-? " Crossing his arms with a tint of digust in his eyes. His counterpart puts her hands on her hips, reaching inconspicuously for her gun. โ๏ธ: " You really should consider better choices. Rather than continuing the violent streak you have going on... "
สแดแดส แด แดแดแดสแดษชษดแดแดษชแดษด แดแด แดสาสแดแดกs. - The future version of @bloodbuttercups.bsky.social - Incredibly dangerous - โDangerous? You make me sound so cruel!โ - Dark and Mature themes ahead. Potentially suggestive content. Minors DNI #UTRP #BSKYRP #MVRP Credit: Licolisa, Keru the Green, Aubeez, Nuvex
แดสส แดสษชs แด ษชแดสแดษดแดแด แดแดแดแดs แด sแดแดแดแดแดแดษดแด. - @bloodbuttercups.bsky.socialโs previous life. - Mean, Crass, and a big bully - Usually avoiding home and her sister #UTRP #BSKYRP #MVRP Credit: Aubeez
Blink. โ * ...Yeah, but then I donโt get to kill as many people! And I donโt think Iโll get all of their EXP if I kill them, someโs probably gonna get lost!... but I guess I can just go through another world after I do that... ah, to hell with it, why not! โ
They get up from the ground, after having passed out for literally no reason. Three days ago. โ * ... well. That... uh. Happened? โ
โ * Hmm... shouldnโt be TOO hard to find another Real Knife... โ They grin to themselves, thinking about the murders likely needed along the way for one of those. โ * Donโt think it works like that, though. Unlike my Partner, I canโt go twice... very annoyingly... that damned comedian... โ
โ * OH, TWO! Or three! Or four! Or five! Maybe even 9999999999999999999999999999- you get the point. โ
โ * Oh? Care to share it with me? Assuming it isnโt just, keep on grinding until itโs possible to completely flatten them, which Iโm already doing, donโt ya worry! โ
It takes them being hit with the first one - and actually feeling it for once - to make them to notice the rest, swiftly jumping to the side to avoid them. โ * Hey! What the hell was that about, Partner! And what the hell is what you said about, too! โ
โ * Ugh... I havenโt killed enough people lately... Iโm not even killing dozens a day! โ They look around for anyone to fatally poke with their knife, a look of annoyance present both on they face, and the tapping on the ground from one of their shoes and they motion impatiently.