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Thanks, man!OOC: Honestly, I think I said 'fuck' a tad too much. If I had to swear, I probably should have used a bit more variety.

Bit OP. If I may offer a bit of help, I'd suggest scrapping the go-through-walls thing.

IC: I wake up in my cell. Only now I notice a small speaker in the corner. The stone is still in my sleeve. I try to summon the shadows, but the light is off and I am shrouded in darkness. The darkness starts to come away in strips, but when about half of the back wall is done, a great wave of...

I I will try to remember that in future posts.

IC: I wake up in a bright room. A tannoy sits in the top corner. There is a circular parch of soil in the floor. A tinny voice rattles out from the tannoy, saying 'Hello, Felix. Do you know where you are?' 'I'd be lying if I said I had a clue in the world,' I say. I act nonchalant, but inside...

Don't worry about it, man.

Oh no! Oh, I'm sorry, I was using that for MY post. Sorry about the mix up.

Fair enough.

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Just to let everyone know, I have Asperger's syndrome, so I find it quite hard to understand what others are feeling. Just saying.

Oh! Ooooohhh! Oh, yes! Well I did write something. Just underneath the first 'show'. Also, if I sound angry, then sorry.

Thanks?I'm sorry, I don't quite get what you're saying.If you're being sarcastic, I was just wondering if Bella made a typo.

Hey, pickaxes exist in the real world too.

Not me.Wah where's Bella?

IC: 23:37, Tuesday 17th May, 2026 I wake up on a stone slab. My arms and legs are strapped down. I look at my sleeve and see that the black stone is gone. 'Shit,' I say to myself. No shadows for me. The room is dim, with pure white walls, shelves stacked with different sharp things. Hedge...

IC: I just lay around carving drawings in the walls with the shadows, but they just dissipate, leaving nothing but the defensive sigils that were already there. At that moment, I get an idea. I think hard about the shadows forming into the shape of a pickaxe. The shadows curling around my hand...

Am I in solitary confinement?

I guess I'll scrap the tattooed hand then.

If it's not too late: Name: Felix Dessin Age: Practically 14 Personality: Talkative, snide and gleefully sadistic. I enjoy scaring the living shit out of my victims before turning their organs to dust. Power: Necromancy. I can summon shadows to be my weapons, and can raise the dead to do my...