TTP is a roleplay for not just anyone . . .
It's for those who like killers . . . Murderers . . . And gorey scenes . . .
Can you handle it?
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Come and join the occult "Time To Play" gang.
It's strictly gore.
Strictly pain.
Strictly blood.
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Rules to join:
When joining, please include:
Name:
Age: 10-30
Gender:
What Do You Enjoy?: (Pain? Blood? Etc . . .)
Biography:
Picture: (Real, if possible.)
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Name: Rebecca.
Age: Fifteen.
Gender: Female.
What Do You Enjoy?: Pain. Tasting the blood of the person I last put out of misery.
Biography: I have been . . . Different since age eight. My mother wrapped her hands around my throat while my father slit my wrist. Luckily enough, my sister, Anne, called the police. They got there. I was on the flood. My blood surrounded me, as I twitched and let the blackness surround me.
My parents were diagnosed with insanity. They got the death penalty for what they did to me.
Sure enough. The doctors had no clue. The insanity is genetic. That's why I am running from everyone. That's why they follow my trail of blood . . . Or, that's why they think they are.
Truth be told. I just love seeing the blood gush out of that certain someone's stomach. Watching their faces twist and turn.
I wish to find a man like me. Is there anyone else out there like me, though? I wonder.
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