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I’m sorry that I have not been active here in a long time. This last year was rough for me since the beginning. It really hasn’t gotten better but I’m doing what I can to make the best of it.

I momentarily have stopped playing Dystopia Rising, but I still love the game very much. In January I’m supposed to attend the FL game and I’m super looking forward to that.

So here is some pictures of some of my 3.0 costuming for my Semper Mort! It’s no where close to done and I still have to get a lot of parts for it.

#dystopia rising florida #dystopia rising #LARP #vampire #costuming #semper mort #post apocalyptic

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An Angel Gets His Wings

In the three year time skip, Elizabeth did some experiments on her caged ‘friend’. The outcome was a rushed ascension and the sprouting of wings! What this meant was that i needed to craft wings for my costume! i knew i needed them to be contact safe and to stay close to my back. The game has boffer combat and if my wings are struck, I have to take the damage. I didn’t want them hanging out as easy targets (ow). Here is some photos of how they were crafted. Don’t mind my messy work area! If you have any specific questions, feel free to hit me up in comments or PMs.

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Tagged by @red-shadow-wolf-19

I dunno. Whoever wants to do the 6 Photo challenge.

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Auntie Cannot Guide You...

Anise picked up a crying child out of its crib and began to bounce with it with gentle shushings. The child’s mother was due back at any time, and it was up to Anise to rock the baby back into slumber. She hummed a gentle tune, and sent a silent prayer to the Beat to give her help finding the right song for peace.

“Sleep, little one. I know you miss your mama, and she will be back when she can, but we all have to do our part to keep each other safe.”

Minutes turned into an hour, and the patrol that had gone out had still not returned. And the Beat had yet to bring a tune to her lips. “I know your mother is close. She has to be.” Anise muttered to the child, who had long since fallen back asleep. 

It took a few minutes before Anise heard anything from outside the shelter. It was distant, and it was… loud. There must have been zed, or something equally nasty chasing the patrol.

Finally, the music bubbled from Anise’s soul, an old, soothing prayer from the Broad Way. 

“God on high, hear my prayer.

In my need, you have always been there.

She is young, she’s afraid

Let her rest, heaven blessed 

Bring her home, bring her home,

Bring her home.”

She hummed the remainder of the song, rocking the babe in her arms. She tried to cover the sounds of thudding feet and shouting voices, as to not wake the baby. 

The door slammed open and shut quickly as a gore-covered Vegasian named Maupin ran breathless through the door. The shock paused Anise’s song, and the baby awoke once more.

“Big horde.” He said through heavy breaths. “Had to run. The others might have been overwhelmed. I dunno.”

Anise took a deep breath, resuming her bouncing and rocking with the child. “Will you keep an eye out for Leah? I promised I’d keep an eye on the little one here until she got back.”

The silence from Maupin was almost deafening. The look on his face was all it took to tell Anise all she had to know. 

“Was that her final infection?”

Maupin shrugged. “Hard to tell with her, know what I mean? But… it’s not like she wasn’t ready for it.”

The rover nodded, and glanced down at the child in her arms. “Already experiencing loss beyond compare. You poor little thing.”

She sat in the rocking chair in the corner, resting the baby on her chest. “I guess it’s just you and Auntie Anise for a little bit. Hope you like showtunes. I’ll do what I can to find closer family, but you may just grow up as a Virtue, if that’s what it comes to.”

“Seems you get to live your life just once. If that’s how it’s gotta be, then I’d rather breathe in life than dusty air.” The rover stroked the hair of the little Ascensorite as they drifted off to slumber. “Dyin’ ain’t so bad. Not if you both go together. Only when you’re left alone does it get sad. But a short and loving life- a short and loving life.” “A short and loving life? That ain’t so bad.” 

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I can’t wait to kill people with this as mickey mouse himself :^)

I made a thing.

Check it out over at twitter:

https://twitter.com/RawringCrafts/status/1111047637929738241

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Sorry I’ve been inactive, I usually keep up with Instagram and Facebook more than I do tumblr (I’m also possumsnout on those platforms). Here’s a poster commission I did a bit ago for DR, character belongs to my pal Gillian.

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Grakken, Priest and Saint of the Great 95

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BIG SKETCHDUMP to prove im not dead, its all larp stuff

my girl Holiday’s a saint now, heres some drawings of her and the rest of her family

some context added in the comments

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Professor Mister Doctor Butler, P H Dee, Expert Saltwise, Saltwise Expert

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Creepy toys for Dystopia Rising character fun. Meet Teddy! Mascot of Murder Mountain in the Heartland’s

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“Mind that suitcase,” the old corpse ordered, watching from her porch as one of the fellows hauled her bag roughly onto the back of a caravan. “You’ll not be paid for a single thing if those bags and their contents do not arrive in apple pie order.”

In one hand she clutched a glass of bourbon, and in the other arm, cradled against her like a precious child, her ledger, opened and presenting a beautiful line of numbers. They calmed her nerves. Travel did not please the old woman. But business made her dreadfully interested, and there was business to be had to the far north.

“Already having a drink, Mrs. Grier?”

As if by the power of suggestion, Vivianne raised the glass to her lips for a strong sip of her spirits, while sending a look over the rim of her spectacles towards the young Saltwise who had spoken. He looked familiar. Sounded familiar. He knew her name, and why shouldn’t he? She assumed she did not know him, or at least, she did not remember him.

“You’re gonna arrive in Twelve Knots and be already drunk,” he commented.

“How dare you,” she answered cooly, “a lady does not become roostered during the daylight hours, although I should certainly say that I’ve not found myself soused since such a time as I respirated…”

Another stiff drink for the stiff, and finally she added: “I am a blue-ribbon bourbon connoisseur, young man.”

“Yes, Mrs. Grier,” he said, looking back towards the caravan. “You not getting on the boat, then?” “Certainly not,” she barked, “by hook or by crook, I will always find a way to avoid the sea. I’ve no business over the water.” “May I ask why that is?” “You most assuredly may not.” The old broad cast her harsh look back down to the rows of numbers, and the bourbon in her throat went down a little warmer.

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Part 2 of 2 of my DR comic

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Part 1 Of 2… a comic I did for my DR character.

#some very good work by a very good pal

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“A dead man, Kavian, says that my people are holy to his faith. That I am Holy To his faith”. Said the Unborn as he knelt before a small hole he had dug moments before. “I think this dead man may worship the Great Dead God as we do in the Pridelands”. Matalal began to uncover a small sliver of scrap that stood out of the newly uncovered earth. “I feel compelled to find this dead man again, would you not agree?” Leon said, finally looking up. The Merican who was sharing the Jones site with Leon stared at them in disgust and Gun in hand. “You mean... the Gravemind... is God?” The man said, pulling back on the hammer to his revolver. Leon turned to face the man. “I forget that other strains are so easily frightened by... the Gravemind. Forget I ever said anything”. Leon grabbed the scrap that was buried in the earth and stashed it into their bag. “I will leave you now. I am sorry”. Leon began to climb out of the hole they had dug and started to slowly walk away. “Like hell you will, freak!” Said the man as a bullet ripped past Leon. The Unborn launched their shovel at the man, hitting him square in the head. Just enough to stun him for a moment. Leon used his powers to inspire terror in the man. Whatever he saw caused him to quickly turn around and flee for his life. Leon smiled at his handiwork for a moment, picked up his shovel, and began to walk away from the dig site, content with today’s findings. “Arby should be back from the Overgrowth soon. I should go meet him”. Said the Unborn Out loud as he turned towards the direction of Gasparilla Bay. July 2018 Gatorland Hype for Dystopia Rising LARP

#unborn of teixiptla #dystopia rising florida #dystopia rising #LARP #hype

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“Freedom is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted”. July 2017 Gatorland Hype for Dystopia Rising LARP.

#Iron Slave #dystopia rising florida #dystopia rising #LARP #Hype #or is it?

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Selling more custom stuff, because I broke a tooth @_@

Seems like I can never catch a break, huh? So I broke a tooth and it needs a root canal and a crown. Awesome, right?

*sigh* I’ve been making a few things to sell and will list some more things from around the house I don’t need anymore, so we have some spending money and can buy groceries while I get this mess fixed.

If anything on this list looks appealing to you, please check it out!

I’ll likely list a few more things over the next week as I make more things. I just hope this isn’t screwing with my ability to work too much.

Here’s what we have so far :D Just click the titles for a link to ebay listings!

Injection Dagger:

NERF Hammershot:

Wargaming Terrain -Rocks and Mud Fields:

Wargaming Terrain -Shipping Containers and Pipes:

Orc Head Dicepouch:

Thank you all so much!