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3 yrs ago
Current I can't believe this site is 9 years old lol I remember the old site moving over to this one
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10 yrs ago
I love the North, it's so quaintly barbaric.
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Retired

Still check in from time-to-time though. This website literally hasn't changed since Mahz migrated it over like 8 years ago lol

BTW, anyone from Minecraft Forum/RPGuild days who remembers me (especially among the Precipice/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon circles), hit me up on PM! I won't reply super quickly but I will eventually hit you guys back!

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Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030. She grew a beard, bought a two-pronged cross, and began preaching the gospel about how the Pope was a dick and men were the shit. One day, her sermon was interrupted and her soapbox kicked over by the Matriarchio Mob, who threatened to smash all her windows unless she started paying them 'Oppression Tax'. Preaching one last time, Silly Milly transformed Billy Tilly's Ego into a gay guardian angel to fight off the mob. The gay guardian angel battled the mobsters for twelve days and twelve nights until the eve of Leif Erikson Day. On the thirteenth day, the lord spake to the mob.

"Jet fuel can't melt steel beams" boomed the Lord.
Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world. Tilly Billy finally died of STDs in 6900, Which led the possessing ego to go find another host in the streets of Brooklyn.

Who happened to be a teenage girl who had so many highlights in her hair she looked like a walking skittles commercial. This girl's name for Silly Milly, and each skittle-colored highlight represented her passion for the gay community. But she was in reality a cis-tranz neo-reactionary Nazi spy working for the Russians. Silly Milly had already successfully taken over Brookyln from the inside, and was about to catch a tram to New York until Billy Tilly's ego took her over. Billy Tilly's ego taught Silly Milly in the ways of the patriarchy, which have long been illegal, at least since the great purge of White men in 3030. She grew a beard, bought a two-pronged cross, and began preaching the gospel about how the Pope was a dick and men were the shit. One day, her sermon was interrupted and her soapbox kicked over by the Matriarchio Mob, who threatened to smash all her windows unless she started paying them 'Oppression Tax'.


Name: Corrigan

Species: Mankey.

Gender: Male

Moves:
- Low Kick
- Covet
- Karate Chop
- Fury Swipes

Bio:

Whelped into a litter of three by a Primeape mother and a Chatot father (don't ask), Corrigan, from a young age, was destined for a career in fame. He developed his fathers famous charisma and his mothers famous fighting skill as he grew up and seemed destined for greatness. That is, until the accident. As he was approaching the age to leave his parents and make his own way in the world, a season of heavy storms hit the tiny village that he lived in. One evening, the storms grew so powerful that roofs were ripped from homes, entire families were blown away and the village collapsed in on itself. Corrigan's entire home collapsed in on itself, injuring him. Sheltered under the rubble, he did not see the storm blow his family away and awoke several days later alone and with a broken leg.

Corrigan's life was ripped out from underneath him by a fight between Thundurus and Tornadus. The two had fought for days above the village, uncaring to the consequences. Thundurus, too tired to continue, descended on the abandoned village and took refuge within an abandoned home. Corrigan pulled himself from the rubble and watched the legendary Force of Nature lick it's wounds while it's brother, Tornadus, gloated and bragged above him. In his concussed mind, Corrigan realised it was the fault of these legendarys that his family was blown away and his village was destroyed. He swore vengeance on the Forces of Nature but they only ignored him with a flick of their hands, sending him flying.

That was five years ago and he is yet to exact his revenge. Five years on, he has found himself in Allure Town and has been based there for several months. Corrigan works as an independent explorer and has become somewhat known around the local region for his friendly personality and worldly knowledge about legendary Pokemon (he's been doing his research). All the while, he is keeping his ear to the ground on word about his family (mother, father and two sisters) and the Forces of Nature duo - leads have pulled him across the Pokemon world but to no avail. Perhaps, however, these rumours of stirring legendarys might lead somewhere...

Appearance:
Corrigan, for all intents and purposes, is a regular Mankey. He has a rather rough-and-tumble, messy look due to spending many the night under the stars or fighting. He wraps a red bandanna tightly around his head and usually carries a small satchel for his possessions. He is usually found with a smile on his face, which has led to him becoming one of the more approachable explorers from the town. He possesses no power differences to other Mankey (he's not a dual-type).
I might start something tonight if I get home from Dublin sober/awake.

I'll work on PoW and this at the same time so Aaron can't yell at me for a few days.

EDIT: And Eagles, though I'll have to talk to Byrd.
<Snipped quote by Vilageidiotx>

I wonder: can we get away with re-releasing Precipice Classic in the same vein as Pepsi/Coke classic?


We can return to Sporum to lord over the wastelanders that inhabit it.
I've got a PoW post to write...as soon as I'm from Dublin on Tuesday.
It'd be real scandalous if I were active in an RP but didn't read other people's posts. But I mean, who would do that, right?

;D


I bet he didn't even read it.
Aight, how about this:
So you claim a Chatot and a Primeape can't have an egg but a Wailord and a Skitty can?

Is it the egg move? Is that what the problem here is or is it the actual bio?
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