The Story So Far:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn1-50 Thread Summary:
http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r51-100 Thread Summary:
http://pastebin.com/wx3HtRT5QM Twitter:
https://twitter.com/HellbornQuestCharacter Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within) <--Brush up on this if you aren’t familiar with Sierra’s abilities.
Ask Languid Anything:
ask.fm/HellbornQMYou are Sierra Beckhoff, and you are a terrible girlfriend (also you are the Imperiate).
After almost killing Wolfgang and accidentally forcing him to come to an awkward family barbeque, you disappeared off the face of the earth without a word. He even left a voice mail message on your cellphone that you can’t figure out how to get to.
But the secret is that even if you could figure it out, you couldn’t bear to listen to it anyway.
You’re currently driving to his apartment to check up on him, and to warn him personally of upcoming dangers. You hope he survived despite your totally ignoring him for the past two days.
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When you arrive at the dormitories, you rev up your bike and head around to the motorcycle parking area. One of the many perks of being a ridiculously cool motorcycler person (in training) is the preferential parking privileges.
Checking with your landmaster powers, you ensure it’s not going to suddenly start raining before you decide whether or not to leave your helmet with your bike. The answer is no, it’s not going to rain. But your delving into the natural magic of the land unveils something else, something that sets off all kinds of red flags. Red flags everywhere.
The two stubby chumps in turtleneck sweaters sucking on cigarettes over by the benches beside the dorm entrance. They’re not local, and by their odd proportions, they’re definitely not human.
Random guy students walk in and out of the dorm complex, a bunch congregating inside the doors and shouting loudly at something dumb – all oblivious to the nearby imposters.
