Dinh AaronMk

The Irregulars -- An Art Improvement Group

You know, I guess since I've been prolific and it's late enough that my prohibitions are down, I'll post some stuff I did up since last time I was around.

Spoiler

Beyond Western Horizons - Alternate History Colonial Adventure Time

Indeed.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Just your regular reminder the Wiki exists and I do need people more knowledgeable about their respective regions to go through and update/fix the damn thing.

http://precipiceofwarroleplay.wikia.com/wiki/Precipice_of_War_Role-Play_Wiki

I've been amending articles by the dozens and strip-decanonizing the stuff we decanonized in the jump over here. And in the event I goof I would enjoy other people paying attention so it can be brought to my attention.

Rise of Empires

If CK2 has taught me anything it's that piles of dead babies make great ladders.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

KabenSaal said
You lot still open?

We are. Though we do still have an extensive lore. Sort of got to the point where it's permeated everything.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

I guess if you want to. It's not a double post.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

More art:


http://aaronmk.deviantart.com/art/Sub-Captain-482557537

Up next: The Sinking of the Vanguardia.

Beyond Western Horizons - Alternate History Colonial Adventure Time

Presumably unbothered. Aztecs are being Aztecs as they've been an Aztec waiting for the Messiah to come. And Inca still washing their hair in fermented piss and chewing on coca.

A Kind question

Kaga said
I'm sorry. I just can't take this statement seriously.I'll let Dervish take this one. I have nothing else to say.

Obviously he must be looking at Ferguson and going, "This is the model of all America".

A normal highschool with a twist. (RP and OOC)

The smell of corn was heavy on the air as the later afternoon sun bore down on the field. Already the school was converging onto the school's football field, and those not competing were seating themselves on the sagging wooden bleachers that looked out over center field. Expectant chattering hovered over the event as boys and girls watched as their representative teams walked up to the obscene wooden rock-climbing wall erected in the middle of their field. And dressed in a tight form-fitting pink uniform Norlandia busied herself with just how messed up the principle had to be. Did she get off on this? Did the district superintendent not even care? And why did it even take this sort of mismanagement of school funds for her to notice? God knows no one else seemed to care.

“Fucking children of the corn.” she muttered to herself, trying her best to keep the thigh-short shorts pulled down over her legs. She was all for showing some leg, but there were limits. And it's not like she ran track anyways. She entertained herself with thoughts about how she'd nail someone to a stop sign if given the chance.

She heard frustrated grunts alongside her from Saoirse who was having the same problem. You and me both, sister.

Walking up to the base of the wood tower she took a position at one of the many dozen of harnesses hanging from the crown, where looming overhead was a small brass bell. Thick nylon zip chord followed the rocks down, all souring from one giant spool at the top.

What sickly uninformed and uneducated person design such a contraption. Norlandia's face contorted strained and distressed. She knew the school's lotto for this stuff often pitted kids in weird stuff, but each year they always out weird the others. How was one spool going to hold everyone up without getting tangled.

Unless she found an excuse fast, she was going to be a part of this circus. She looked to Saorise, separated from her by one of the many awkward boys. One of the types lacking any sort of self awareness. She looked for some confirmation, or silent agreement that this was silly. And if there was some way to get out of this. A lot to ask for from one look.