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STATUS: I do not "brainrot". I brainferment so my brain will become even smoother and even more potent than before in its smoothness. 2 yrs ago
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I do not "brainrot". I brainferment so my brain will become even smoother and even more potent than before in its smoothness.
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I live. I die. I live again!
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I was gone for a lot longer than I thought >.>"
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Sorry for my absence! A Volunteering position suddenly turned into a Volunteer Leadership position I was not expecting at all so things have been hectic.
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Look at you posers, having to bang dragons or sell your soul for magic when you could just play a lute for some. Anyways, here's Wonderwall. - Bards
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Might try and throw my lot in, got two ideas although I have a question: Was gunpowder around when the Dark Lord was around or is it recent?
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Being way more apathetic to suddenly being dragged off by a strange girl in a clown suit, Tachyon the "Bone Boy" had found a party it seemed. Well more like the party found him although "forcibly conscript" seemed to be a better word for it. Tachyon didn't mind much though, he was heading to the front line anyways and it would be nice for him to have someone to stand in front of him being a squishy caster class of course.
Looking at the incoming horde of oni however made him wish there were a few more bodies in front of him. Undaunted, he let his new team maters charge ahead of him as he raised his staff. Dark energies gathered around as the wind blew those unfortunate spirits towards Tachyon's scythe-staff as his <Bell of Lost Souls> rang with an ethereal cry. Spirits danced to his unholy, arcane melody as Tachyon chanted just for dramatic effect (and his own amusement), "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Arise from your shallow graves! Awake from your eternal slumber! Let death take you naught for thou shall serve unto me! May my will be done!"
Slamming the end of his staff into the ground, a circle of energy burst out and quickly fissile as the earth rumbled and toiled. Rotting hands and decaying gauntlets thrusted themselves out of the cold earth and crawled their way out of the ground. One by one, an army of the dead in decrepit Japanese armor rose from the ground, it seemed like Tachyon had gotten lucky. Before him stood over a dozen warriors dressed in the same samurai and ashigaru armor they wore when they were slain; their rusted armor absorbed any light that hit them and their tattered sashimonos blew creating a ghostly howl as the wind blew through them. Clutching rusted, broken or bent spears and swords, they turned their hollow eyes to the necromancer who summoned them.
Tachyon ignored how creepy their undead gaze was and focused on casting a buff for his little shambling army. Of all the Necromancers in Kyoto, Tachyon was probably the one of the few who could reliably summon his minion in a battle without scaring the shit out of himself. "Seasons of ash and seasons of blood, listen to me! For harvest is upon ye! Spill their blood and water the earth with their lives!" With a wave of his staff, a red mist trailed out of the <Abyssal Celeste> like blood in water and wrapped itself around the undead soldiers like a crimson ribbon; Tachyon had buffed them with the spell <Blood Tithe>.
With an unearthly screech, the undead samurai clutched their weapons with the grip of rigor mortis and charged at the oni, uncaring if they were smashed to piece in the process for what use does the dead have to fear death?
Looking at the incoming horde of oni however made him wish there were a few more bodies in front of him. Undaunted, he let his new team maters charge ahead of him as he raised his staff. Dark energies gathered around as the wind blew those unfortunate spirits towards Tachyon's scythe-staff as his <Bell of Lost Souls> rang with an ethereal cry. Spirits danced to his unholy, arcane melody as Tachyon chanted just for dramatic effect (and his own amusement), "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Arise from your shallow graves! Awake from your eternal slumber! Let death take you naught for thou shall serve unto me! May my will be done!"
Slamming the end of his staff into the ground, a circle of energy burst out and quickly fissile as the earth rumbled and toiled. Rotting hands and decaying gauntlets thrusted themselves out of the cold earth and crawled their way out of the ground. One by one, an army of the dead in decrepit Japanese armor rose from the ground, it seemed like Tachyon had gotten lucky. Before him stood over a dozen warriors dressed in the same samurai and ashigaru armor they wore when they were slain; their rusted armor absorbed any light that hit them and their tattered sashimonos blew creating a ghostly howl as the wind blew through them. Clutching rusted, broken or bent spears and swords, they turned their hollow eyes to the necromancer who summoned them.
Tachyon ignored how creepy their undead gaze was and focused on casting a buff for his little shambling army. Of all the Necromancers in Kyoto, Tachyon was probably the one of the few who could reliably summon his minion in a battle without scaring the shit out of himself. "Seasons of ash and seasons of blood, listen to me! For harvest is upon ye! Spill their blood and water the earth with their lives!" With a wave of his staff, a red mist trailed out of the <Abyssal Celeste> like blood in water and wrapped itself around the undead soldiers like a crimson ribbon; Tachyon had buffed them with the spell <Blood Tithe>.
With an unearthly screech, the undead samurai clutched their weapons with the grip of rigor mortis and charged at the oni, uncaring if they were smashed to piece in the process for what use does the dead have to fear death?
<Don't need to make one up, the username already is one>
I hear filling your OP with spicy memes and smutty porn tends to make it stand out real quick.
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I honestly don't know but I'd assume it would either be solid waifu material or basically every sexual picture of my avi.
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