BingTheWing Member
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I don’t feel like writing but then I look at the rest of these forums and realize they’re dead af so I can’t be dead af either
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9 yrs ago
I am tired and very stressed - I will probably not be able to push out any replies for some time.
9 yrs ago
Will be away for three days - near to absolutely no internet. I'm afraid.
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9 yrs ago
I swear to God all the icons on the page turned into emojis for a moment...
9 yrs ago
I think I’m starting to be known on the guild as the guy who expresses interest in RPs but never joins
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We should make a separate thread where we actually roleplay as our creations.
I am happy with my new creation, but it needs... size. It is only as big as four walnuts. My ambitions extend. I grab one and make it bigger, making its feathers a golden brown, with flecks of white in between. I elongate its beak, to form a deadly hook. I enlarge its eyes, making them able to see a thousand miles away even in the depths of night. "Ee-gel."
I meander through the sky. "Oh, these animals must be tired of being forever bound to the ground." I decide to give them the blessing of flight. Suddenly, their front limbs grow wider, and... feathery. I am pleased with my new creation. "Bird."
Can we create other races? Coz I left a humanoid piece of rock somewhere that's just begging to be turned into a dwarf.
I become bored of attempting to create another form of life, leaving a miniature-sized shamble of rock in the middle of a clearing. "Brethren. I'm... bored."
"Whatever!" I immediately get to work, grabbing a piece of dry dirt and a handful of water. "Brethren, I need your help."
"Relax, relax." My formless spirit hovers on the surface of the ocean "We don't need to make names. What we have created is enough."
"Whatever happened to naming ourselves?" I float daintily over a forest, thinking of kinds of mischief to make up next.
Idk.
I am quick to answer my brethren's question. "Ah... but we need names. And a language. Our titles can only be forged by our followers themselves."
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