Troubled sigh escapes an abandoned building, a building that use to house entertainment, and great memories. Instead of discovering young hoodlums looting through this lost structure, or maybe even a new home for a gang of misfits, we find a lonely man making himself comfortable in the middle of a dusty old ring. His finger tips glazed over the ropes as he walked beside them, numerous memories spinning through his head with every step he took in the ring. In his head he pictured the WCF championship above his head, boos, cheers, friendships, and heated rivals.. real golden moments. The once highly amusing room star struck with shining lights had became nothing more than dark cobwebs. How much longer would this "home" remain absent?
John Gable: Hey, Seth. I won't pretend to know what is going on but if you ever see this. I would just like to ask if you could at least grant access to the RP boards. I really like reading old RPs. They mean a lot to me. I put a lot of work into them.
Jun 8, 2020 13:47:58 GMT -5
John Gable: And there is a friend I have been wanting to show them to because they want to read them as well. So, it would mean a lot to me that, if you see this, you could open of the RP boards again just so I could see it. If it isn't any trouble.
Jun 8, 2020 13:48:58 GMT -5
John Gable: Please and thank you.
Jun 8, 2020 13:49:04 GMT -5