.:WolfFang737:. wrote:Username: .:WolfFang737:.
Why should you be able to adopt a newbie?: I have been on CS quite awhile now, And I believe I am ready to take on the job of being a mentor to help out the people who may not know who CS works.
How often do you get on CS?: It depends on what I am doing. During the weekdays I am on at 4:00 pm - 9:00 pm. (Eastern Time Zone). On weekends it can be totally random. I am on for most of the day.
Which categories would you like to apply for?: Roleplaying would be nice
How long do you typically spend on CS each day you get on?: In one sitting I can be on for 5 minutes to an hour, (I really like CS.) But for a whole day, Perhaps 2-5 hours.
Do you agree to be helpful and polite to your newbie at all times?: Yeppers! :3.:WolfFang737:. wrote:[center](Thanks for Recap)
Cloud somehow, Heard his voice from afar. The Endportal. His mind whirled with thoughts. He darted through the trees, Straining to hear the voices again. He needed to go there. He needed to help. Maybe even stop them. The branches went past him quickly as he kept sprinting. His hunger when down with every step he took. Cloud needed a rest and fast. He leaned against a tree and opened his pack, bringing out some cooked pork. He devoured it swiftly and it brought up his hunger the slightest bit.
He continued on, slower, Taking his time. Cloud was seriously lost. Where were the strangers he heard before? He was about to lean against another tree when a spider leaped down from a tree and landed on him, sinking it's fangs deep into his flesh. Cloud fell to the ground in pain and thrashed his sword at the spider, knocking it away. Cloud scrambled up, aiming his bow and shooting the spider, killing it. Cloud panted, His health was low. He checked his pack, No golden apples... No health potions... How was he to survive?
Cloud cleaned his sword in the grass silently. He strained to hear the voices. Nothing. Nothing but the breeze. Cloud brushed his hair out of his face again and his teal eyes started to grow white in frustration. He slammed his fist against the tree he had been leaning on, removing one of the wood blocks. Cloud breathed, Trying to calm down his anger that kept boiling. He then noticed his sword was about to break because of the strength of the mobs. What was happening?...
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Accepted. :3