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    1. ChadsWorth The Third 12 yrs ago

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11 yrs ago
Current Found out I was logged into a computer at a friends house. Need to change the email on here so i can change my password, but it fails every time.
11 yrs ago
Going to Remake A Murderer's Game! Hit me Baby one more Time
11 yrs ago
No offence to women.
11 yrs ago
Well, I'm Tired as all Goat. Night all. See you fine Fellows at 10:06 today. Mtntopview, If you are reading this, continue the quest for counting superiority! We will crush the week mined women.
11 yrs ago
Ehh. Starting op and old Rp. Hope it works out this time

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I haf comeith from thine pits of hell!

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WHERE THE !@#$ IS OUR LEAD??????

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Back from the weekend.
She focused on the Bard and smiled. Gallantly taking his hand she bowed slightly, kissing the back of his hand then looking up to him, fixating his eyes. “Nice to meet you. I am Choro.”

Straightening her back she let go of his hand, smiling friendly. “That sand creature was quite impressive. You care for more dances sometime?” She picked up her handbag and drew out a shimmering trance lucent business card. Her smile was genuine and brought a certain glow to her eyes. Her voice was warm and welcoming, in contrast to her rough look. She brushed sand and dust off her clothes.


The Bard smiled back and accepted the card, putting it in his pocket for safe keeping.

"The Main event is waiting, Lady Choro." he said as he gestured toward the middle of the park.
The Door from which the group had entered suddenly clicked as if it had been locked. Another door, to the front of the room, appeared by magic.

The door opened to reveal... A goat in sunglasses.



The Goat stomped his hooves on the ground and the door disappeared.

"Well, the Goblin King is missing." The Goat began, "You probably read the letter we sent, because if you didn't, well you wouldn't be here. This stuff is so secret, only me, a few others and you fellows know about it. Not anyone in the whole of the G.O.O.P knows it. It's only Ten Days before the great Goblin Speech comes along, and if you don't save him, we'll have a whole goat damn WAR on our hands. We appointed you all because you haven't done anything of importance, or all the everyone who saw is dead. We need to keep this on the down low, first word to the goblins means a war. You each will be paid 500,000,000 gold EACH. That five hundred million, for those who can't hear numbers right. My informant in the Mercenary Guild says that someone on the inside may have him."

"Any Questions?"
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"Greetings my fellow artists. It's my pleasure to announce that the main event will soon begin. Please, those who had their entrances head to the Philharmonic's Palace. Our first event will be a commemoration to our dear Lord Jeremiah Eisendin on the fourth year after his death."


As the Voice told of the Beginning of the event, The Bards song came to an end. The Man of Sand disappeared into the wind. He snapped again and his turntable dissipated with a small light.

The Bard stood up and went to the woman with the Tattoos. He put his hand out to her and said "I am The Bard, Music Illusionist. And what would your name be, you magnificent dancer?"

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