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5 yrs ago
Current It's been like 5 years since I last logged in here, but I've finally finished college. Howdy!
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10 yrs ago
Do spambots dream of electric sheep?
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10 yrs ago
Hopal for more Opal <3
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11 yrs ago
👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there
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Kaaili's ears pricked and she turned her head as fast as a snake's strike. A precious pup had survived! She rushed after Jal as fast as the unstable scree would allow without sliding again. Practically shaking with the relief that one of the litter wasn't dead, she gave Rudder a couple of reassuring licks, her tail giving a couple wags so strong that they made her posterior wiggle. There'd be no easy way to explain to him that his parents and siblings had been crushed, so she decided that it could wait, unless the pup asked.

"Come with us, Rudder. We're not angry at you, but we have to go down the mountain. You've never been below treeline, have you?"
Might make another pirate.
I'm in.
Awesome.
"We should go," murmured Kaaili. "Down the mountain. This is no longer our home. We must...we must hunt." She didn't want to be in this position of leadership, but there was no other option. She started to pick her way down the scree carefully, and then...there was a howl.
Her ears swiveled slightly. "Hmm," she said softly. "It's in the Hills...perhaps they too have had misfortune. Perhaps the spirits are angered." This sentence ended with a grave rumble in her chest as she tried to decide whether to seek out the wolf who had howled. It would be a gamble, that was sure. Judging on the faintness of the howl, it was very possibly an Eirir, a One of the Hills, and she certainly didn't trust them one bit.
Accepted.
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To be fair, it helps in allowing the players to understand how to respond. If one person has a gun, how do they use it? Does it have the qualities of a sniper rifle or is it a short-range pistol that loses accuracy rapidly with distance? As the person being aimed at, would they be close enough that I am aware? Should I respond to a gun wound with the knowledge of expanding bullets in terms of damage assessment? They don't have to be exact guns that exist, but it helps to know what's going on.


That was worded much better than my response. Thanks dude
Actually...I'd have to agree with Wilson on this one. Primitive, less effective guns and guns advanced as the ones today have a massive difference. In the case of advanced guns, the pirates could very likely slaughter the merpeople. If that's what you're going for, cool, but it seems to me like you'd need to even the playing field.

Not looking for conflict or anything. I just would really like some clarification. It would be helpful to set the scene and set boundaries.
Personally when I heard guns it made me think of muskets and primitive rifles or something. That's just...automatic I guess, when I think of pirates? But I could be totally wrong.
Chloe's eyes moved of their own accord to the gaping hole in the side of the train. It wasn't going too fast. She could probably find Dan and make sure he was alright if she managed to, well, not break anything on the way out. A pale green cloud hissed from her mouth as she watched the situation continue to escalate. Well, she'd sort of done what she could. Now or never. She didn't want to get a piece of metal stuck through her brain, or the effects of contact with supercooled nitrogen.

"Adios," she said, edging around Chrome carefully. She jumped out of the train and rolled gracefully(?!) along the ground while covering her head to prevent any smashing of her precious skull on impact. When she finally stopped, a dull ache groaned in her ribcage...but it could have been a lot worse than the bruises that Chloe knew would be coming around to haunt her soon. Stiffly, she got to her feet, dusted herself off, cast a worried glance at the train that was now speeding away, and sauntered along the side of the track toward Dan and a girl who had apparently seen far too much for one day.
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